chapter 3 - the personal trainer

Emily went to the mall that weekend to find workout clothes. She was easily able to find fitness leggings at Lane Bryant and shoes at the Nike store, but finding a sports bra seemed hopeless and she felt like she was being judged every time she asked anyone in a store about one in her size. Eventually she gave up, deciding she would wear a standard underwire bra instead. Surprisingly, she was able to find a couple of dry fit shirts to fit her, though they both seemed to be glued to her belly when she put them on.

Emily was absolutely dreading seeing the personal trainer on Tuesday, working herself up so much that she only managed to get a couple of hours or sleep Monday night. Her appointment at work with the personal trainer was at 6:30 AM and she was hoping the fitness center at work would be empty so early. She packed her workout clothes and toiletries into a gym bag, and went into work well before 6:30, giving herself plenty of time to change.

The company fitness center ended up being full of employees working out before work. Mostly women, though a few men too, everyone there being young and fit. The personal trainer, a young, very muscular, good looking man, greeted her as soon as she walked in.

"Hi, I'm Mark. Are you Emily?", he asked.

"Yes, how did you know?", Emily replied.

"I just figured that was you when you walked in...", he stopped himself, then continued, "You can change in the locker rooms and we can get started."

Emily went back to the women's locker room, praying to herself that no one else would be back there. Unfortunately, three college age Marketing interns were back there talking while they put their makeup on after showering. Emily smiled at them weakly, and found an empty locker to put her stuff in. She turned towards, it, facing it as she undressed, wishing she had more privacy. Emily could feel them looking at her as she pulled the leggings on, stretching them over her thighs, and then her belly. She quickly pulled her shirt on and left. Just as she stepped out of the locker room, she could hear one of the interns whisper to the others "That is why I work out early every morning."

"You read?", Mark asked her.

"I guess.", Emily replied.

"Don't worry, I have helped big girls like you before.", Mark said as he looked her up and down. Emily looked down at herself. The shirt stuck to the top of her belly, the leggings stretched over the bottom, she could only see the tips of her feet, and even then, only if she leaned forward a bit.

"We will have you seeing your feet in no time.", Mark said, smiling at her.

"I have to warn you, I don't really exercise.", Emily said.

"Oh, I could tell. You got more than a bit of a sweet tooth too I bet.", Mark replied.

This just keeps getting worse and worse, Emily thought to herself.

"Here let's start with some pushups to warm you up. You can't keep your knees on the floor to make them easier."

Emily got into position, her knees on the floor to make them easier, and lowered herself down and then backup, doing a pushup. It was hard for her even with her knees on the ground. Mark dropped to floor next to her, and did one, going down low so that his chest dropped to less than half an inch from the floor.

"Go as low you can like that.", he said.

Emily tried again, shaking as she pushed up. Mark put his hand, palm up, on the floor under her stomach.

"All the way down to my hand.", he said.

Emily tried again, this time dropping lower. Marked placed his hand on her belly as she lowered herself. "There, a little lower, good.", he said, his hand on her fat belly hanging beneath her as she lowered and then strained to raise herself.

"Come on, just 3 more, you can do it.", Mark said, loud enough for the whole fitness center to hear him.

Emily did 2 more, collapsing on the third, Mark then having to pull his hand out from under her fat stomach.

"OK, let's do some sit-ups now.", he said.

"I don't know that I can.", Emily replied.

"Here, I will hold your feet. While you do them.", Mark said, and pointed to a mat for her.

Emily lay back on the mat, bending her knees, and Mark held her feet. She raised her shoulders a few inches off the mat, her stomach fat balling up as she tried to do just one sit up.
Mark helped her up and said, "You are going to have to lose some of that stomach before you can do those. Let's do a few jumping jacks to finish warming up. Just 20 OK."

By the time she finished 20 jumping jacks, Emily was out of breath, but even more embarrassing, her stomach and flopped out over her leggings and she had to pull her leggings back up over her belly, in front of Mark and everyone else in the Fitness Center.

"OK, let's get you on a spin bike.", Mark said.

"Uh, uh.....", Emily trying to catch her breath, "I might be kind of big on it.."

"You will be fine.", he said, and pointed to a spin bike.

She climbed on the bike, her ass hanging off both sides of the seat. Mark started to setup the workout for her on the bike's screen.

"This is a Peloton Bike. You work out with live class all over the world. Don't worry, I am just selecting a 20-minute spin class.", Mark said, starting the workout for her.

For the next 20 minutes, Emily slowly rode the bike, the only instructor calling her out for not "bringing it". By the time the 20-minute spin workout was ever, she was soaked in sweat.

"That's it. We are all done for today. You can shower now.", Mark told her.

Emily climbed off the bike, so sore she could hardly walk, and walked back to the locker room. To her horror, there were over a dozen women back there, all of the thin and fit. She picked up a towel from a table stacked with them, turned to face her locker, and undressed. Unfortunately, the towel wasn't very big, and just barely fit around her, leaving a large gab showing the side of her hip and belly as she walked to the shower stall.

She showed, dried off, and walked out of the stall back to the locker, feeling the women staring at her as she dressed.

What made the whole experience even worse was knowing she had 7 more of these sessions to qualify for the preferred insurance rate that year. 7 more humiliations.

The End.