chapter 7: the workout (pt. 3)

Jade sat panting on top of me, her cheeks a deep shade of red and her eyes half-open, my shaft still throbbing inside her. The sweat-slicked softness of her stomach pressed down against my hard abs. I pushed her heavy body off me to the side, and she half-collapsed in a quivering heap on the gym mat next to the machine. I stood up and took the last cake - a big iced ring doughnut - out of the package.

"Stay down there, piggy. Now roll your lardy ass over and lie on your back. Don't get comfortable, fat girl - you're not getting a rest. We're going to see how many sit-ups you can do. Given the shape you've let yourself get into, I would normally guess zero. But then, it's all about the right motivation..."

And I pushed the ring doughnut onto my dick, the gooey icing smearing along its length, until the sweet treat encircled the base of my shaft. I stood on her toes.

"Come on then, you greedy little blubber-ball. Show me how much you want it."

A look of hopelessness flashed briefly across her pretty face, but then she took a deep breath, raised her hands to her temples and struggled laboriously into a sitting position. Her hungry mouth gaped open and engulfed me.

"Let's give you a bit of help getting to the sweet stuff, fat girl", I said and grabbed her hair, forcing her throat further onto my length so that she could take a bite of the doughnut. She gagged a little, but finally got her mouthful of cake and flopped back down onto the mat, then lay there coughing and chewing.

"That's one sit-up, fatty. You want some more food, don't you?"

The strain was visibly greater this time but she forced herself up again, her plump breasts squeezing against her knees. She got all the way to the cake without my assistance to take her bite, and she held my length in her throat for a second, looking up at me with heavy-lidded f**k-me eyes.

"That's a good little piggy. Keep going now, you overfed slut." And she heaved and jiggled through three more sit-ups, slumping back onto the mat harder each time so that her whole body bounced and wobbled. After the fifth bite, the doughnut was about to fall off me, so I took its sticky remains in my hand and grabbed Jade by the hair. She scrambled shakily to her feet, looking exhausted, and I grabbed and shook her stomach fat, telling her "Five sit-ups is not bad for a big-bellied b*tch like you. I knew cake and dick would get you working."

Then I looked at the clock, and gestured back at the whiteboard where I had earlier written 'FATTY'S WORKOUT: 2 HOURS".

"You know, fat girl, your personal training time is almost up. You're going to do one more exercise for me, though." With a spank of her plump behind I ushered her towards the abdominal crunch machine - one of the lie-down sort where you raise your shoulders and legs simultaneously. I pushed her down onto the bench on her back and then, taking two skipping-ropes from a hook on the wall, bound her hands firmly to the handles and her ankles to the padded vinyl foot-piece. Then I stood beside her and let my dick slap down right on the middle of her bulging gut, which rippled from the impact.

"Do a crunch for me, piggy. I want to see those fat rolls close over my cock." And I spanked her soft sweaty flesh with my member, watching it jiggle and then letting my shaft rest against her belly-button. She obeyed my order, heaving herself into a crunch position so that her pink belly-fat bulged out and the rolls of her stomach were forced together over my dick. I gave a thrust, relishing how the malleable flesh yielded as my hardness slid between her mounds of fat. "Again, you chunky slut. You're going to keep working that big fat gut of yours until you make me come." And I spanked the tender flesh hard, so that it wobbled against my dick. Jade gave a little yelp and jerked upwards into a second crunch, her thick rolls again closing over me so that I could f**k her stomach. I still had the remaining piece of doughnut in my hand, so I pushed it between her gasping red lips as I thrusted in and out of her belly-fold. As she chewed and gulped down the fatty food, I forced her to do another few crunches until her weak abdominal muscles were too fatigued to heave her up again, and she collapsed helplessly. Then I repositioned the machine by hand, bending her body into a permanent 'crunch' position and inserting the metal pin to lock the levers in place. Her stomach-fat jutted amply between the 'V' of her torso and thighs, the doughy rolls protruding even further than her breasts. I paused to enjoy the sight of her helpless, plump body for a second before again engulfing my manhood deep in her fatness. The word 'PIG', written across her round gut, was now smeared and just barely legible. I continued sliding in and out, pumping her fat harder now so that my balls slapped against her side and her abundant flesh bounced in rhythm with my thrusts. "That's it, piggy girl, take that big cock in your fat belly. Let me f**k your flab, you overstuffed porker." One of my hands was squeezed between her plump thighs, fingering her wet pussy; with the other, I grabbed onto her dark hair for purchase. She moaned with pleasure, looking up at me with wide eyes, and then down at her wildly shaking stomach and tits. She watched, panting and transfixed as my hard member thrust deep into her yielding fat over and over again, making it quiver and bounce. Then I felt her stomach and pussy convulse and knew that she was orgasming again, her whole body bucking and heaving as she bit her lip then began to squeal loudly. I was about to explode too - one more hard thrust, two more, three, and the first powerful spurt erupted within her deep belly-fold. I pulled myself out from her engulfing fatness and let the sticky hotness blast over her jiggling stomach and breasts, as great swelling waves of pleasure coursed through me. Afterwards I let her suck me dry, her eager tongue licking hungrily around my engorged head as she lay there, still bound and bulging, her fat rolls covered in cum.

"I think that'll do for today's workout, fat girl. Same time on Tuesday?"



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** Epilogue **


Since that first 'training' session, I have subjected Jade to a rigorous regime of after-hours workouts. She still comes to the gym frequently - usually at the busiest times, and wearing the most revealing sports clothes she can squeeze herself into. Her favourite trick is to spend an hour before closing time jiggling and sweating away at her workout (with her big paunch hanging out for the toned gym-bunnies to snigger at) and then pretend to leave the gym. In fact, she goes around the corner to get a huge take-away feast, and comes back to me for a stuffing (in more than one sense).

The regulars still can't figure out how she stays so overweight - if only they knew how many calories we replaced during each 'personal training' session after closing time! She has actually gained almost 10kg since we started, and the gluttonous little pig shows no signs of stopping...