chapter 4: busted

I wanted to follow Jade into the changing room and check she was OK, but I had to sort out a few other things around the gym and make sure that people were finishing up their workouts and starting to leave.

Around forty minutes later I had finished, and the gym floor was empty. I was walking back towards the changing rooms to gather towels and lock up when I noticed a piece of paper on the floor near the cross-trainers. It was Jade's diet and training plan, obviously dropped and forgotten when she ran crying out of the room earlier. I picked it up and headed to the changing rooms, planning to put it in her locker using my master key.

When I opened the women's locker room door, though, I couldn't believe my eyes.

Jade was sitting there on the floor, her back against the lockers, still in her sports bra and her lycra shorts. Her fat stomach bulged over the straining lycra and pressed against her plump thighs. Next to her was a large box branded with the logo of a popular bakery, and she was in the act of cramming a raspberry frosted doughnut into her mouth. When she saw me her eyes widened in surprise and she stopped dead, halfway through her huge bite. There was a moment of silent shock from both sides. She finished her bite and scrambled to her feet, her blubber bouncing, trying to say something through her mouthful of food.

I saw red and cut her off, yelling, before she could swallow.

"Jade, just what the hell is this? When I think of all the hours I've spent on you, figuring out your diet plans and encouraging you to lose weight and working you out.... You f@%ing fat waste of time! Pigging doughnuts in the changing room after I've blown another two hours of my life trying to get that bloated body into some kind of shape!"

She stood there in front of me, one hand still clutching half the doughnut; the other arm moving across her soft, jutting belly in a protective gesture. There was raspberry icing on her chin. I took a step towards her, pushed her arm away, and spun her 90 degrees to her left to face the wall of mirrors. Then, standing behind her, I reached around and grabbed two big handfuls of her stomach fat.

"Take a good look at yourself, fat girl. Just look how you've let yourself go. You're a blimp. You're a joke. Every other person in the gym has been laughing at you this whole time! Do you like looking like this? Do you actually enjoy being such a porker?" I shook her gut to emphasise my point; red-faced with shame, she looked down and watched it jiggle.

"I hope so, because the way you're going, you are never going to be anything but a fat pig."

As I shouted the word 'pig' in her ear, there was a momentary flutter of her eyes, a little weakness of her knees, and a broken outlet of breath that told me she was somehow enjoying this dressing-down.

And at that second everything clicked, and I came to a realisation:

She doesn't come to me three times a week to get thin. She comes to get punished for being fat.

It all made sense - her desire to describe her weight gain, her willingness to be weighed and measured in front of the other gym-users, the way she quietly endured their sniggering and not-so-veiled insults, the submissive compliance with my increasingly degrading training techniques.

She's been getting off on the humiliation this whole time, and stuffing herself with food to make sure she stays overweight.

Well, I decided, I was going to teach her a lesson - and I didn't care if the dirty little pig got a sexual thrill out of it.

"Alright, fat girl, we're going to do it your way. If you like doughnuts so much, you're going to eat the whole damn box. And I'm going to work you out until you've burned off all the calories."

She started to protest: "But I've already done my..."

"Don't waste your breath, fatty. I'm your trainer, this is my gym and you'll do what I tell you. Now put the rest of that doughnut in your mouth."

She looked like she was going to complain again, but then she looked into my eyes and saw that she wasn't getting around this. She lifted the sugary cake to her lips and took a bite.

"Come on, fat girl, your last bite was twice the size of that. Put the whole thing in."

She did as she was told, using both hands to push the doughnut between her lips. It stretched her cheeks out and she struggled to chew and swallow. I was still holding her heavy stomach in one hand, and I poked my other index finger deep into the soft flesh.

"I hope you're enjoying eating that, porky. There are still five more to go after that one. Come on, swallow it down. There's a good pig. Right, now get your fat @ss out on the gym floor. I'm going to make you sweat, fatty."