Chapter 4 - gym daze

I made my way to the local gym to meet Alyssa, another weight gain shake in tow. This one, though, had a special ingredient: valerian root. They're nasty little vitamins, but swallow three of them before bed and you'll be out cold in half an hour. It took a shit ton of peanut butter and chocolate to cover up the taste, but I needed Alyssa drowsy and lazy. Our date Tuesday was only the first step her conditioning. She couldn't make the full transformation into a proper fatty if she kept hitting the gym every week. I needed to erase any form of discipline.

The moment I arrived, I was blown away. Alyssa stood at the entrance waiting for me, clad in her workout gear. Her sports bra cradled her full tits, pulling each full breast tightly together. Her yoga pants went halfway up her stomach and covered her belly button, but the tan flesh ballooned ever so slightly over the waistband. Her middle had once been thick but somewhat toned, but after weeks of stuffing it was beginning to soften despite her best efforts. At one point, she even had the beginnings of ab definition, but I had taken care of that. Any suggestion of abs was now buried under a modest layer of pudge.

Her sides had been gradually piling on the pounds as well. Two small rolls had formed under each side of her sports bra and wrapped around her midsection. It wasn't much, but it drove me crazy to see my efforts materializing. Her bottom half gained considerable padding; it was hard to tell at first glance as there was already so much to begin with. She definitely had gained extra flab on her inner thighs; they had always been touching but now they seemed almost fused together above her knees. Where her legs met her pelvis the plumpness of her upper thighs creased over and pooled around her pussy.

And who could forget that massive ass of hers? The curves of her legs no longer fed seamlessly into her ass, but rather her plush backside was ever so slightly hanging over the backs of her legs as it inflated week by week. The slope of her back was gradually being overtaken by the shelf her ass was creating. She was clearly crammed into those tights, and as I followed her deeper into the gym I could see her ass cheeks straining the fabric enough for a glimmer of skin tone to peek through. I'd ensure those tights would be all but transparent by the end of the month.

We hovered around the equipment, chatting casually, as I handed her the shake I had prepared. "Aw babe, you didn't have to! I am starved though!"
I smiled as she began to guzzle her drink. "You better down all of that before we start, love," I suggested, laughing, "you'll need all the energy you can get if you want to work off our breakfast date." She began to chug. Thirty minutes. In thirty minutes she would be too groggy to manage a single squat.

I attempted to stall as best I could with more small talk in an attempt to run out the clock, but Alyssa was eager to get started.

30 minutes.

At the very least I talked her into giving me a tour of the gym before we got to our warmup stretches. "Sorry," I sighed, "I usually work out at home. This is all very very new to me."
"Don't worry hon, I'll give you the grand tour!"
"By all means, lead the way."

25 minutes.

We made our way over to the mats to begin stretching. I watched in awe as attempted to reach her toes, her belly forming three small rolls as she bent over. Her ass, high in the air, stretched her tights around its plump globes, propelling the fabric further into transparency and revealing the neon green panties that were being devoured by her ample ass crack. It practically looked like a thong. She grunted as she bent further downwards, struggling with her newfound fluff. She was still in good shape for a borderline fatty, but the extra pudge was starting to get in the way. It slowed the process to a crawl.

15 minutes.

Shit. So damn close. Only a little longer and the valerian root would take hold. I was worried it might not be as strong once she got her blood pumping. Alyssa made her way to the dumbbells as she prepared for her weighted squats. Fuck, I guess I'd have to see if I had better luck next ---

"Alyssa! Small world! What's up?"

We both spun around, surprised to see Madeline jogging across the gym toward us. My saving grace. Although I had only been working with the girls for a handful of weeks, I already knew they could talk up a storm. That is, when I didn't have them gorging themselves. If Madeline could distract Alyssa for a bit longer then I'd be able to run out the clock. Thank god.

As I watched the two gals blab away, I examined Madeline's body, hoping to see any sign of weakness in her athletic build. Her formerly toned legs had still retained their thickness, but the muscle was now hidden underneath a layer of softness. Her ass had gained a little mass, the cheeks hanging out of her booty shorts just enough to tease the wandering eye.

Her stomach was still flat as ever, but what had once been chiseled abs were fading quickly. Her biceps had softened as well, the arm muscles succumbing to the extra poundage like the rest of her. She had gone from a fit goddess to a petite yet soft girl. Still nothing to write home about, but I had put a dent in her discipline.

My favorite feature, however, were her ripening breasts. Confined by the tightness of her sports bra, her twins struggled for air, attempting to spill out the top and over the edges. Her round, perky tits had inflated with fat, but still remained smooth and spherical. Still, it wouldn't be long before gravity claimed them.

For all their chatter, neither girl ever mentioned anything about the other's weight. Perhaps my feeder eyes were trained to weed out every extra pound. Maybe they wouldn't notice until they outgrew a few of their outfits. Alyssa was already beginning to strain those tights, after all, and Madeline's assets wouldn't be easy to contain either.

5 minutes.

Alyssa and Madeline said their goodbyes. In the meantime, I had taken it upon myself to relieve Alyssa of her dumbbells. "Let's warm up on the bikes babe," I suggested, pulling her towards the machines. Biking would be low intensity and just enough activity to keep Alyssa from becoming suspicious. I couldn't overtly thwart her gym routine, unfortunately. If we biked slowly and conversed until grogginess overtook her, I could minimize the loss of those precious new pounds.

I'm sure Alyssa was eager to burn some calories, but with the slow, lax pace I set combined with the valerian root's effects, she wasn't even close to breaking a sweat. We chatted happily for about a half hour, interspersed with her yawns, before I suggested we call it.

"You seem pretty beat, Alyssa, wanna call it a day?"
"I dunno babe, I've barely done anything."
"We've been here an hour," I laugh, "You've done plenty. You need food in your system before you pass out."
"I guess... maybe I'll hit the gym with Madeline over the weekend."
"That sounds like a plan, babe. C'mon, I can make you another shake. It'll give you exactly what you need."

She peeled her doughy ass from the bike seat and sleepily stumbled to the exit. Another shake and a nice, fat nap was exactly what she needed.