Chapter 6 - new aspirations

(Gwen's POV)

I don't know what to do. I only have a week to drop like 20 pounds. If I don't my reputation and job could be on the line. I just want my body back. I don't know how in such a short time I could do this to myself. I never realized how important fitness and exercise were to me but now I see that I loved being a sexy goddess with a killer body. I see now that I took it for granted. I'm currently not a fat cow, yet, but still I'm not a svelte cut vixen like I was on my wedding day. Now I'm at best average.

I've got a smooth little belly. I've got creamier thighs. Now I see my ass has lost its firmness. My breasts have grown.

Today is a day I've been dreading. Today I have to buy new clothes. There's no way around it. I know that by buying bigger clothes it'll give me an excuse to continue my lifestyle but it's getting embarrassing going out in public.

Being a trainer I have lots of skintight clothes for exercising. It always looked stellar on me but now the skintight part of the whole thing looks ridiculous. I slide on a form fitting shirt and it sticks to the new folds on my back. My boobs push out far and it grips my belly abrasively. It looks bad. Not to mention my bra situation which is even worse. I put on a bra and especially in sports bras my breasts are just spilling out the top. The hooks leave marks on my supple skin. My work pants which are tight yoga/sweatpants burst at the seams when I move and make me look very thick which is weird for me after being a fitness nut for so long.

Now I'm stuck wearing Brandon's shirts which are way too big on me and wearing loose skirts I can get away with wearing.

All my sexy clothes like halter tops and tight dresses are out the window because they just aren't sexy anymore. I'm embarrassed to go out running anymore so I just don't. I don't even want to leave the house because I feel fat.

I bought some loose t shirts that were a large. For the first time in a while I bought jeans. I didn't used to buy them because they're hard to be active in but now I see that they can hide a lot of my chubby bottom half.

Putting them on was strange, even when I picked out a pair that was a reasonable size for me they had trouble getting over my butt because for the first time it wasn't a firm ball of clay now it's a wide and loose ball of cookie dough.

I have to go talk to Kate in 5 days and I'm dreading it but in a way I see it as a new beginning. I'm for sure gonna be fired but now I know that now I can live my life the way I want to.

For the next 5 days I didn't work out or eat less and I've probably put on weight since I last checked but who cares.

I walk into the gym in some new looser work out clothes that made me look a little slimmer than I actually was and lifted all my newly acquired fat up to look less out of shape.

The receptionist looked baffled when I walked in. I knew she was thinking,"wow this cunt sure blimped up." I asked To see Katie and she sent me in. Katie's jaw dropped to the floor when I walked in.

"I though I told you to lose the weight not to put more blubber under your skin"

"I really tried Kate but it just wouldn't get off of me. It must me my metabolism or something" I lied

"Well sit down I'm gonna need to inspect you" she said in a demeaning manor. I sat down and she pulled my shirt off. When she did this my belly that was being held in place by my shirt flopped down into my lap where it rested.

"You call this trying". Katie said as he grabbed a hand full of my pudgy belly with her cold hands.

"I really did I just..."

"You just let yourself go. A month ago you were maybe a little chubby but now you look like the mifflin man." She crooned as she felt up my chubby thighs. Then she pulled down my pants to get a better look at things. She felt my smooth skin. She ran her hands up and down my thighs and squeezed them to feel their firmness.

"I cannot believe my best trainer would do this to themselves" she yelled.

Then something odd happened while she was lifting my belly and running her hands up and down my developing rolls she went low. Real low. And she stuck her finger in my pussy. I looked at her in surprise while I pulled back. I could see in her face that she saw this as a deviant action. I could understand her right then and there. Being constantly around fit and active people she found it abhorrent behavior if someone puts on weight making it sexually pleasing for her.

I quickly threw on my clothes and ran out of her office. I knew she wouldn't fire me as she was aroused with the feeling of humiliation she put on me. I left the building with my belly sticking out under my shirt because I put it on too quickly. This made every person including my former clients stare at me awestruck.

I went home vowing to never return to that gym. And I also decided I need to find a new job outside of fitness because I do not want my poor health choices to be someone else's pleasure.

On my way home I stopped in a Dairy Queen and ordered two large blizzards for myself. I sat in my car sliding the fattening delicious cream into my belly. I feel how it courses down my throat and lands in my belly. While doing so I think about how this is such deviant behavior for a person like me. I see how this is all of the sudden inherently sexual. I get wet at the feeling that I'm doing something wrong. When I'm done with both ice creams I start to pleasure myself. I feel with one hand my ample jelly rolls while I finger myself with the other. This is such a weird feeling for me. It's so wrong but it's so right.

"I cannot let myself become fat" I said to myself to make sure that I don't let this newly discovered pleasure ruin my already messed up body.

I go home to see Brandon and throw myself at him wanting him to fuck me.

As I'm fucking him. I become even more aroused by the way my new padding jiggles with every gyration and penatration. Brandon reaches his hand up and puts it on my waist he pinches. the little bit of belly fat there leading to me fucking him harder and harder. He rests it on my waist and it sinks in like memory foam. I was wondering if he enjoyed this as much as me.

The sex was better than anything I'd ever felt before. Maybe I want to be bigger. Maybe I don't I have no idea what's to come.