Chapter 2

The next morning, Grace awoke to Tony opening her door. After her shower the previous night, she had fallen asleep naked on the bed. The floor was littered with dirty dishes. She scrambled up but Tony shushed her. She noted he was already dressed in gym shorts and shirt, looking even more like a massive linebacker.

“Listen Grace, we got off on the wrong foot. If you don’t wanna gain this weight, I’ll help you try to lose it. In fact, it turns out you even had some exercise clothes Amanda packed, and I signed us up for a cycle class starting in twenty minutes. We’ll do it together.”

Grace gulped. “Exercise?”

“Listen, you said you didn’t like me calling you those names. So, I figured you’d want me to do the opposite. Here, we’re leaving in 15. You don’t need breakfast, we’ll have something small after you burn all those calories.”

Grace felt nervous, and didn’t even note the malevolent gleam in Tony’s eyes as he flung a wad of clothes at her. She tugged on some exercise shorts that fit well until she had to cram her stomach into the waist. Sucking in her gut, she managed to compress all that blubber but she felt uncomfortable.

Next, a massive sports bra that harnessed in the front. It took some tugs over her massive mammaries but she finally hooked it shut. As she exhaled, the hooks audibly creaked as her nipples pressed hard against the fabric. It would have to do. Finally, she threw on the white tank top that mercifully stretched over her body but clung like a second skin. It just met the top of her pants so no skin was exposed, save for her flabby upper arms coming out of the sleeves. Bending down with a huff, she tried to put socks on but couldn’t make it. Her stomach was so compressed in the shorts that she had to awkwardly sit on the bed, raise her cankles and slip on the socks and sneakers that way.

Sluggishly, she left her prison to see Tony grinning. “You’re looking trimmer already, let’s go!” he swatted her broad ass.

Grace could feel the shorts slowly creep down as her stomach fought to be released from its confines, but luckily they made it to the exercise studio. There were a dozen bikes and Grace panicked. “Isn’t this a private class?” Suddenly, a waif of an instructor bounded out of nowhere.

“Group fitness! We’ll all motivate each other!”

Tony said with a smile, “The missus and I are here to try to live our best healthy lives” and patted Grace’s turgid stomach twice. After the instructor turned around, he poked her hard in the navel. “On the bike, ***.”

As Grace hopped on the bike gingerly, the other bikes received their occupants. None, however, enveloped the seat quite like she did. As she felt her butt bobble on the tony bike seat, her stomach was pushed up further in the pants. She felt the seams struggle to keep all the flab inside. Music was turned on and she saw everyone reach for the handle bars of the bike. Slowly, she leaned forward with a grunt. All the other women in the class glared at her and Tony leered. “Come on baby, this is what you wanted.”

They began with a warmup song and Grace pedaled slowly. She felt the constricting clothes hamper her breathing as she leaned forward further to try and suck in more oxygen. Even strapped into their harness, her tits wobbled as each pedal stroke bounced her gut into them. Sweat began pouring down her face and back. The class was thirty minutes, and they were barely 3 minutes in. The instructor told them to switch to hand position three and raise off their bikes. Following the instructor’s example, Grace lifted her ass off the seat and scooted up the handlebars with another grunt.

The shift in momentum was the breaking point for those shorts. They rolled down to her hips as her gut surged out with an audible plop and bounced to and fro from her thighs back to her boobs as she pedaled in vain. The tight shirt couldn’t contain her wave of spongy stomach flesh, and rolled up to just below her sweaty bra. Unrestrained, this doughy globe wobbled in its stretch marked glory.

Having all this sweaty skin exposed to the chilly studio air gave Grace goose bumps and she felt her nipples harden in the confines of the bra. Despite being mortified, the gravity from her leaning forward to push her fleshy tits in the bra and her stomach wobbling against them made her surprisingly horny. She plopped down on the seat of the bike with an expansive sigh and fought for gasps of air. She couldn’t do anything about this now, especially with those judging eyes all around her. Grace tried in vain to ignore the heat and wetness growing in those tight shorts as her entire body was in motion. She made it another song, and panting, got off the bike with a huff. She put her hands on her thighs, wheezing from the effort. With the meaty slab of her stomach still on display, she bolted out of the room for some fresh air. Tony followed her.

“Couldn’t even finish the intro class, could you, fatty?” Grace whipped around and saw him slowly walking up, not even out of breath. He walked close to her until she was backed into the wall.

“I guess, huff huff, you were right, huff huff. I don’t…know…if I can do this.”

Tony looked her sweaty mass up and down. He saw her shifting her thighs in the shorts. He roughly grabbed two handfuls of her exposed stomach and shook it.

“Just accept it Grace. This is your life now. Say it.”

“This is my life now.”

“Put your hands up, over your head.” She complied. Tony removed one of his hands from her stomach and held her hands in place. The other hand snuck up the front of her sweaty shirt and slowly began to unclasp the hooks of the bra.

“What are you doing?! We’re in public.” she moaned.

“You’re mine, to do with what I want, when I want. Tell me that, Grace” he said, as he fully unclasped the bra and her tits hung down her stomach. Closing her eyes in fear and lust, she nodded. He squeezed her plump tit hard and she winced.

“Say it out loud, you cow.”

“I’m…yours. To do with what you want, when you want.”

“Good girl. I think I know what you want too.” Still holding her in place, he spread her legs with his knee and felt the heat emanating from her core. He bounced her stomach a bit with his thigh as his knee rubbed against the cloth of her pubic mound. Firmly, he grasped and pinched what he could of her exposed flesh while she moaned in despairing ecstasy.

“That’s right, you fat slut. Tell me how much you want me, how much you love when your gut hangs out for the world to see how much of a glutton you are. How you can never say no to filling your body.”

Grace hummed in erotic approval and felt herself about to tip over the edge into an orgasm. Suddenly, Tony released her hands and began kneading her stomach with both hands. Surprised, she looked into his eyes. He whispered in her ear,

“This gut feels empty, we’re going to fill it now.”

“Now!?! But…but…can’t we just finish? I’m not even dressed for breakfast.”

“Good point, you dumb pig. I want everyone to see how pathetically out of shape and desperate you are to be fed.” He slid her bra down her sweaty back as the shirt packed full of her tits in the front. Sweating as much as she had, the shirt was practically transparent, and those rock hard nipples and areola were glaringly visible. He threw the bra in the trash can.

“Tony…what the hell are you doing?” He gave her wobbly gut a hard smack as another inch of lard crept out of her pants. The fabric sagged down too, and you could just see the top of her ass crack when a back fold of flab materialized.

“Let’s go, ***, don’t make me punish you again.”



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