chapter 5: the workout (pt.1)

I marched Jade out into the gym, stood her in front of the big whiteboard where I had been tracking her lack of progress, and picked up a red marker pen.

"OK, porky, let's do some quick calculations and figure out a workout for you. Let's check nutrition information - these doughnuts are around 250 kilo-calories a piece. So the whole box is 1500 - I hope you realise that's the average recommended calorie consumption for a whole day for women."

I wrote a big '1500' on the board.

"An woman of your excessive weight is going to burn something like 700 kcal per hour jogging. We can switch up your workout and substitute other strenuous exercises to keep it interesting, but that means we're going to have to work you hard for a little over 2 hours to burn this off."

Beneath the number of kcalories, I wrote "FATTY'S WORKOUT: 2 HOURS".

"Now, are you going to be a good little pig and do your exercise?"

She stood there shame-faced and nodded.

"That's the spirit. And - just to remind you what you are - hold your stomach up in your hands for me. That's it, push all that fat out..."

She obeyed, lifting and squeezing her round belly from the sides so that the flesh bulged out in front of her. I took the marker pen, grasped the top part of her quivering gut firmly, and on the big fat-roll below her navel I wrote the word 'PIG' in large block letters.

"There you go, piggy girl. Now get on the running machine. Move!"

I slapped her behind and she jumped to do as I had ordered. I started her off at a fairly slow pace, letting her get into a rhythm and build up a gentle sweat. Soon, though, I increased it to a point where I could tell she was beginning to labour. Gradually she started to drift towards the rear end of the running belt.

"Looks like you need a little extra motivation, fat girl. Here you go - I know you want this!" I pulled out the second doughnut, a caramel-filled one, and held it in front of her face. She looked at me, panting and open-mouthed, then increased her pace until she could reach the sweet treat. I pushed it into her mouth and she took a greedy bite."

"That's right, piggy. Keep up your pace and you can eat the whole thing." She finished it in another four or five mouthfuls, the caramel cream smearing over her mouth and chin as she bounced up and down.

"You enjoyed that, didn't you? Well you've still got four more to go. Keep working and eating, fatty."

I fed her the next doughnut too, a blueberry-filled concoction, her hands grasping the rails of the machine and her legs working away to keep her close enough to the sugary food. Her big stomach, hanging freely over her shorts, shuddered with every pounding step. I poked it and told her, "we're going to fill up this big gut. That's what you want, isn't it, you oversized porker?"

She was a deep shade of red and sweating profusely, but she managed to gasp out "Yes! Give me more!"

I teased her with a long chocolate cream doughnut, holding it inches in front of her face but not quite letting her take a bite. Gasping for air, she slowed in frustration and I reduced the pace of the machine.

"If you're going to slow down, fatso, you certainly won't be walking. We need to work that flabby upper body as well. Get on all fours like the pig you are and crawl for your food." She looked at me again, her big pretty eyes searching my face to see if I was joking, but she found no respite. Still breathing heavily, she lowered herself to her knees and began to crawl, and I adjusted the speed so that she could just keep up, her round butt-cheeks wiggling in the air and her stomach hanging below her so that it nearly brushed the rubber belt.

As I stood and watched, I saw her eyes drop to my crotch and a playful little smirk cross her pretty face. I suddenly became aware that I was very obviously aroused, my c**k straining hard against my shorts. I remembered my earlier confusion at the semi-erection brought on by my fried-chicken fantasy in the locker room.

Well, there you go. I guess I'm into fat chicks now..?!

She tried to reach for the bulge in my pants while crawling, and almost fell before recovering her balance. I ducked under the rail of the machine and stood in front of her, my feet either side of the moving belt, the Long-John doughnut still in my hand. "You really want that c**k, don't you, pig? You're a pretty girl - I bet you wouldn't have any trouble getting some dick if you weren't such a fatty. Tell me, when was the last time you got laid?"

She looked down, embarrassed despite already being in such a deep state of humiliation. "A little before I broke up with my boyfriend. Around six months ago."

"No wonder you're desperate. Six months is a long time for a dirty little slut like you. I can't say I'm surprised though - not many guys would want to ride a girl your size. You didn't tell me the whole story though, fatty. Why did you break up?"

Her eyes stayed on the running belt and she answered me quietly through her panting. "It was when I went over the 80kg mark. He said I was too fat. Letting myself go. Out of control. We still slept together for a while - but he would only take me from behind, he said so that he didn't have to look at my stomach. Then the sex stopped altogether. He also said didn't want to be seen out with me any more. I was embarrassing him. He started making fun of me. First at home - and then in public. Joking about my weight, the fact none of my old clothes would fit, commenting on how much I ate, laughing at me all the time. His friends started doing it too. I guess they got bored of teasing me eventually, and he dumped me."

"Well honestly, I can see his point. Maybe you could have used that little sob story as motivation to lose some weight - but you very obviously didn't, did you? OK, let's see what piggy's more desperate for - c**k or doughnut?"