Chapter 3 - back to the gym

The next day, Bruno walked in to the impressive warehouse building that was his gym. He remembered being so impressed with the place when he first moved here, but now it felt cold and intimidating. He had booked a personal training session with Linda, who he had trained with before his accident, and sat there, awkwardly waiting for the start of their session. All the guys were hot for Linda here. She had the toned physique of a warrior princess. Although, when Bruno looked at her, he felt nothing.

"Bruno!" she smiled in that overenthusiastic way Bruno disliked. "Nice to see you man. I heard about your accident a few months ago. How's the leg? Any medication or anything I should be aware of?" she asked professionally.

"No, nothing," Bruno replied, feeling a sense of dread in his stomach at trying to get back into his gym routine. He stood up and smiled, ready to accept his fate.

"I see you've not done any exercising at all for the last few months," Linda asked, looking at his poochy stomach pressing up against his work out shirt.

Bruno felt a sense of shock. No one had mentioned his weight gain to him up until now. He automatically placed a hand over his stomach. "Yeah," he mumbled, feeling a little embarrassed. "Not being able to exercise has been bad for my waistline," he tried.

Linda surveyed his body. "I think we need to take some of our session today to talk about diet and nutrition as well," she nodded. "Even with not being able to exercise, this is quite a lot of weight gain for just a few months."

'She thinks you're fat!' Bruno's mind spat at him. 'Look at her face! She thinks you're a fatty!' He shifted awkwardly on the spot under Linda's harsh gaze. "I've put on about 50lbs or so," he explained, shocked to feel his cock stiffen at saying the words out loud.

Linda's face scrunched up as she winced at the number. "Ouch! That is a lot of weight," she sighed.

'See!' Bruno's mind laughed. 'She's thinking what a disgusting fat boy you're turning in to!'

"Never mind that now," Linda went on, resuming her smile. "Let's get you back on the treadmill!"

Bruno followed her, feeling a sad sense of loss. Did he really want to do this?

One hour later and Bruno had never sweated more in his life. The pains in his legs and arms were almost unbearable and he could hardly catch his breath. Had he honestly enjoyed working out in the past?

"Come on!" shouted Linda impatiently. "You need to move faster if you're going to shift this weight. Come on! I've seen you do this easily in the past."

Bruno knew her words were only to get him to work faster, but as he looked at her, he felt only hatred. Her voice grated on him and her bossy, shouting tone became too much. He wiped himself off at the end of the session, the room seeming to spin around him. He waddled off to the corner and sat on a bench as Linda moved on to her next client. His clothes were drenched and he doubted he could even stand up again. "Fuck this," he muttered under his breath. He would cancel the automatic bank transfers here as soon as he got home. There was no way he was putting himself through that again.