chapter 9 -working out

Daisy slumped at her desk, her arms wrapped around another bowl of chili. She soaked her head into the bowl for another bite, more sauce painting her chins. Her mind had surrendered to her senses, failing to resist the temptations that tested her will daily. It kept her calm and docile, much more susceptible to Ash's domination. Her life's cycle was that of gluttony, sloth, and lust; feasts, sleep, and Ash. Her partner did her best to care for her piglet outside of work, but these slumps and sighs made it clear drastic measures were mandatory. Her plump piggy needed her.

"Hun, is everything okay?" Ash pulled a duffle bag over her shoulder and grabbed her keys "I know you've been down ever since you got laid off, but I have a surprise for you!" Daisy rested her head in the bowl, chewing on pieces of meat, beans, and tomatoes, her expression as vacant as ever. Ash dug into her bag and pulled out something round, "If you come with me, there's a fresh donut in it for you!" Daisy perked up at her partner, hyper focused on the treat. "Good girl! Now let's go!" Ash opened the door, but Daisy whined, shuffling her weight between her hips.

"Piggy?"

Daisy leaned forward into her mass, her form spreading deeper into the arms of her reinforced chair. Her heart pounded as sweat poured through her pores, her palms neither strong nor dry enough to carry her. Gas released from behind in her panic, and her grasp slipped. Daisy whimpered in defeat as a sassy Ash made her way to assist.

"I told you this new chair wasn't gonna last, I'm surprised it hasn't snapped in half," she grabbed Daisy's forearms, her palms becoming clammy in sweat. "In three: One. Two. Three!" She dug her heels and yanked, toppling back onto the hardwood. Daisy, unfortunately, followed her lead.

"Ahhhhhhh!!! No no noo!" Daisy rocked back and forth onto her partner, the latter pressing against the fat in a desperate effort to free herself. The hardwood against Ash's back pressed her deep into her piglet, her torso clamped by the salty, moist flab. She felt as if she were deep under water, the adipose swishing like the sea under enormous pressure. Daisy rocked back once again, and Ash successfully timed her escape.

"Ooof! That was close!" Ash wrapped both arms around a single one of Daisy's, relieved they were both free relatively quickly. Ash led her to the car and smiled. Today would be perfect.

"I pushed the seat as far back as possible, but you might have to start sitting in the back, piggy. I don't want a repeat of a couple minutes ago." Ash opened the passenger door for Daisy and walked around to hers.

Daisy passively tugged her shirt down as she evaluated the situation. If there was enough room in this sedan, it wouldn't be by much. She hadn't really given much thought lately as to how much her body might have changed. Was Ash really okay with her like this? Was she going to leave her if she found out this was forever? She tabled her fears, and went back to debating whether the sit was worth attempting. She didn't want to get stuck again.

"Come on, we don't have all day." Ash turned the key, irritated at the sudden burst of cold, circulated air. She flipped it to heat in an effort to battle the capricious Spring.

Daisy waddled over to the lip of the car and grabbed the doorframe. She rotated her rump step by step, shuffle by shuffle. One-hundred and eighty degrees later, she plopped,her question immediately being answered.

"Oof," She huffed between words, the wing of fat in her upper arm sticking to the glove box, her stumpy feet midair,"Babe," she felt as if she were being clamped, "me—" another huff as she bent forward in a vain attempt to squeeze out, "n-no—" another "—fit."

Ash sighed, her concern mixed with mild annoyance, "I'll pull you out."

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Ash opened the rear door Daisy had been stuffed into; she had barely fit behind the front passenger seat that was hugging the dash. Daisy's kept her gaze on Ash who yanked her much easier through the back frame. Only after she was out, leaning against the denting car did she realize where they were.

"Ash, please—" her breathing quickened, her heart pounding in time. She could hardly form sentence fragments in between gasps.

"Surprise! You're gonna be my workout buddy today!"

Daisy fidgeted with her sausage fingers, waddling behind Ash through to the locker room. It was an open space, machines grouped by type. Daisy had hoped it might be empty, but to her dismay most of the machines were occupied by people at least 300 pounds lighter. Why did Ash think this was a good idea?

"Can we talk?" Daisy had changed into her gymwear, her rolling pink tank top and black legging that allowed her girth to flow freely. She was on a bench in the locker room, averting her gaze from Ash as she asked the question.

"Yeah, absolutely." Ash kneeled to sit down, but stood fully when she realized she had misjudged the space, "What's up?"

Daisy closed her eyes to gather herself, expelling more gas as she struggled to concentrate the most she had done in months, "Are you okay with me looking like this? I-I mean, are you embarrassed to be seen with me?"

Ash patted Daisy's shoulder, light jiggles traveling around her body, "I have no reason to be embarrassed, Daisy. And if you wanna slow down, today is the perfect day to start! Grab your bottle and we can start.

Luckily for Daisy, one of the few pieces of free equipment was a recumbent stationary bike, the seat far enough back for her belly to slide in. She reclined, her legs flailing in front of her, desperate for a pedal. Ash grabbed a foot and took her time strapping her pet into the lowest setting.

"Okay, just give it a nice gentle push. You can do it, piggy."

"Pardon?" Daisy gulped down her sweet beverage to cool her heated, persperated body, feeling instant relief.

"I said 'you can do it, hun'." Ash squeezed her hand. Daisy's body was swept with confidence, and she took another drink. She could do this, and Ash was here by her side the whole way.

Minutes passed, but Daisy kept her slow and steady pace like the obese tortoise she resembled. She closed her eyes, and eased the tension in her body, focusing on her blubbery legs. In each rotation, her chunky legs burned with more pain. She grunted to herself for motivation, an oily scent permeating out of her skin. It didn't take long for other guests to notice, the area suspiciously filing out near all at once. Soon it became too much.

"Snort! Oink! Oink! Oink!"

"Oh?" Ash tilted her head in intrigue, and continued as if following a script, "I guess you just can't wait for the best part of today, piglet," Ash motioned her entire arm toward a raised platform in the center of the gym with a digital marquee scrolling 'Lose 20 lbs this spring' in red above a scale.

"Piggy—no! Piggy can't!" Daisy protested, until more oinking rolled her on her fours. Onlookers stared in silence, most not completely understanding what they were seeing. What was this disgusting creature doing crawling on the floor like an animal? Its stench reached a majority of the room, forcing most to cover their noses. Whispers peppered the silence, and with a free hand many held up phones to memorialize the scene of a mobidly obese woman crawling onto a scale.

572.1

The number snapped her out of her trance, and her cheeks instantly blushed. All these people, why were all these people staring at her?

"My girlfriend, Daisy, everyone! Isn't this pig a beaut'?"

A nervous fart rippled out, and the woman buried her face into her arms, hoping they could no longer see her. Laughter washed over, and tears started to pour down puffy cheeks onto the cold steel. The obese woman did her best to hide her shame, and crawl her way to the locker room, the laughter dying down as she exited.