chapter 2 - the personal trainer

There stood a handsome and muscular man. Tan, lean and his eyes twinkled. Kate blushed, wishing she wasn’t meeting this handsome specimen because she had let herself get so tubby. He was to be her personal trainer that would work with her every day in an effort to remedy her problematic weight gain.

“We must start with your measurements. A baseline to compare to, as you succeed”, explained Mohammed, “what had you weighed previously?”

Kate stated her previous weight trends, before standing on the scale and scrunched up her eyes in anticipation.

“A meaty 160lbs!” Mohammed mused as he wrote it into his notebook.

What?! How had she gained a further 5lbs?!

Mohammed whipped out a measuring tape, seemingly out of nowhere, and began measuring various parts of her body. He wasn’t sharing these numbers as he went, but each part that he measured drew her attention to how very obviously fat it was getting. She did see that her waist was now 32 inches, up from what had once been 26! Kate felt so humiliated, but grateful that she was addressing this weakness of hers now rather than later. Imagine how much fatter she had got if she’d kept going, uninhibited…

Then the callipers came out. Kate wasn’t muscular by any means, but what Mohammed said next shook her to her core.

“You are now at 29% body fat…if you keep ballooning up like this, you will soon become obese, which is 30% and up.”

Kate’s head span. She was nearly obese!? She thought that she may be straddling the line into overweight…but ‘obese’?! In response to this thought, she ran her hands protectively over her huge stomach and felt truly heavy for the first time. She also felt a quick thrill of being turned on, before regaining her composure.

Mohammed was certainly not wasting any time. He asked Kate to change into the standard attire that he had his client’s wear while training – basketball shorts and a mid-riff top. Then he showed no mercy, starting Kate on the stairs machine.

As she pounded her legs up and up and up and up, they created a thundering rhythm. Kate could feel her thighs, ass, belly, and even sides shake up and down. Again, she just couldn’t believe how fat she had gotten unknowingly. And she knew that everyone in that gym, the rich, private clients, could see how hopelessly flabby she had become. Three steps in, she started to slicken her blossoming form with sweat.

About a minute in, she felt that she was really pushing herself. Sweat began streaming from her as she panted and the safety magnet pinned to her top ripped off the machine, forcing it into an emergency stop. Her out of shape body heaved as it gasped in air, realising just what she had done to herself. Kate had blimped out so much that she couldn’t tolerate much more than a minute on a stair machine.

“Oh dear…” expressed Mohammed, “you really are a pig girl, aren’t you?”

Kate ran from the gym crying.

Pig?! She would show them a pig!

She unabashedly ordered 10 cheeseburgers and scoffed them down before she got home.

Helena eyed Kate suspiciously as she came in.

“He didn’t say it explicitly, but Mohammed indeed confirmed that you are now a real pig of a girl. You’re a big, fat embarrassment to this family”.