I Hate My Personal Trainer

Chapter 1

Isabella:
And so here I am standing in front of the door to hell, a place I had never dared to visit before, a place I had only passed by without paying any attention to it. There was a sign on the large glass door saying "City Gym" (first training free, come in and try it).

But starting from the beginning, how did I end up in a place whose existence had been indifferent to me in previous years? Well, this morning, after 10 minutes of struggling with my favorite jeans which I finally couldn't button, I finally admitted to myself that I had gained weight.

In a burst of emotions, I found my long-unused black sports outfit in the closet and that's how I came here for the first time in my life, crossing the doorstep of the gym. At the reception I met a nice blonde woman who immediately asked "Hello my name is Hannah, how can I help you?" I explained that this was my first visit and asked if I could do a trial training. "Of course you can" she replied, handing me the key to the locker room. "You can leave your belongings in the lockers on the right, the fitness zone is on the ground floor and on the first floor you can find strength training machines. Take your time, you have as much as you want :)

I took the key from her, left my things in one of the lockers and changed into my sports clothes. I felt my ass pressing hard against the stretched fabric of my leggings. Even though they weren't high waisted, I pulled them up as high as I could to cover the formed love handles. I felt like they were emphasizing all my extra pounds, and I also regretted that I had chosen a classic top that showed some skin instead of a loose T-shirt. But I didn't want to back out at this point. Now that I've broken through and come here, I won't run away.

I entered the cardio area, luckily for me there weren't too many people. The room was almost empty at this hour, I only saw a few girls busy with their own training. It was my first time at the gym, so I didn't know where to start, I was too shy to ask the personal trainer for help, so I stood there for a while, staring at the room.

Summer:
I have always been a confident, hot blonde with a hot body, I was popular and I had a lot of followers on social media. My posts usually get a lot of likes. I am one of those people who publish stories about every single thing they do, even the simplest one. This is one of my ways to keep my followers attention by bombarding them with tons of updates. The second is to post spicy photos from time to time :) I like to exert influence, so I often present my worldview and encourage others to act. I decided that I would motivate other girls watching me to be more active by posting a series of photos from the gym highlighting my hot body.

(Pssst this is Summer from the future) before we go any further I have to tell you the truth that I didn't want to accept at that time. My arrogance and ego blinded me to the fact that over the past months full partying and letting go, I had gained 30 pounds and my once petite, perfect figure had changed dramatically. I now had a beer belly and my once extremely slim thighs had become larger, almost completely covering the gap between them. My hips also got bigger, causing me to outgrow many pants, and my once fit, muscular butt was now covered with a thick layer of wobbly fat. When I wore my tight pants I had love handles spilling over the waistband. When I looked in the mirror, I paid attention to my makeup and perfect hair, which always had to look perfect in every photo, completely ignoring the rest. Of course, I received comments on social media that I had gained weight and should lose them, but my arrogance told me that it was just hate caused by the envy of other girls who couldn't have a body as hot as mine. But back to the present...

While still at home, I tried to put on my old high-waisted leggings, which I thought would look perfect in the photos. Once I put them on, I felt them digging into my butt and my belly took on a muffin shape again. However, thanks to my blinding arrogance, I assumed that they had simply shrunk after the last wash and that after a few minutes of wearing them, everything would return to normal. Before leaving, I checked my makeup and hairstyle in the mirror, it was perfect, I thought, and headed to the gym. On the way, I stopped at a local bakery and bought a few large donuts for breakfast. It wasn't a problem for me, my extremely fast metabolism always handled it perfectly and I could eat whatever I wanted (or so I thought).

By the time I got to the parking lot, the bag of donuts was practically empty. I finished the last one on the way between the parking lot and the gym. It was my first time here, so I lost some time wandering around the building. I had never had the need to train before and I didn't know the layout of the rooms yet. After leaving my things in the locker room, I immediately went to the fitness area to show everyone who was the best and had the hottest body.

Isabella:
I was standing right next to the entrance door to the fitness area and looking around for a place to start my training. The room was large and well-equipped, there was a whole row of treadmills, stationary bikes and even machines that simulated climbing stairs. As it was my first time at the gym, I didn't know what exercise would be best for me. So I chose the simplest machine, a treadmill. Mainly because no one was exercising there and I could be alone. I set the speed to slow walking to do a short warm-up. It wasn't bad, I thought, walking was no problem for me, so after a few minutes I increased the speed to a slow run. As soon as I matched my pace to the speed of the treadmill, my stomach and butt started bouncing and shaking so much that I was back to a slow walking pace in less than 30 seconds. My face turned red, partly from embarrassment and partly because the short run had taken most of my breath away. I turned my head to see if anyone was watching me and perhaps saw my little mishap, but everyone was busy with their training. I only noticed that another person entered the room.

Summer:
I enter and immediately notice you, I see you struggling on the treadmill to take the next steps, noticing that you are also out of breath. I also see how your stomach has pushed down the waistband of your leggings, revealing your love handles bouncing with each step. My eyes go to your ass, which is wobbly from too much pudding. I think to myself “oh she looks cute. She has gained weight and seems to have lost her shape." I sense a favorable situation for me - I will have someone to talk to, and thanks to your swollen figure, I will look even better and slimmer by exercising next to you. I already have in my mind a photo of us together posted on social media with the caption "helping my friend lose a few pounds." Yes, this will be perfect, I thought... I walk up and introduce myself: "Hi, I'm Summer!! Do you mind if I join you?” I say as I hop on the treadmill right next to you. “Oh, of course not, come on,” you say, a little nervous, obviously you need time to get used to a new person. It takes me a minute to figure out the treadmill because I've never used it before. However, it turns out to be quite intuitive and after a while I start walking slowly. As I take the next steps, I feel something unfamiliar, my stomach seems to jump slightly. Once again, my arrogance blinds me and I explain to myself that it's only because I'm wearing a crop top and tight leggings. I haven't exercised in a long time and I need to get used to it.

Isabella:
I watch you start your training, with the corner of my eye I try to get a better look at your figure without being noticed. I immediately see the extra weight you are carrying. I watch as your crop top reveals the amount of pudding stored in your midsection, and I notice that despite our slow pace, your stomach vibrates. I instinctively look at my belly and think to myself, phew, luckily mine is smaller, but it's little consolation for me because I still need a lot of training to make it flat and hard like in the past. Then I look at your leggings and the weight you're carrying in the lower part. Unfortunately, even though your butt is big, here I am the one who has accumulated more fat in this part of the body. In common fashion, big butts are considered sexy, but I don't feel like I should be proud of it. I'd rather be able to wear my old jeans than have a swollen ass...

We continue our first exercise in years at a slow pace. I'm too shy to initiate making new friends, so you take the initiative and lead the conversation. When you look at me, I instinctively try to pull in my stomach a little to look slimmer. Unfortunately, simultaneously sucking in and controlling my breath during training is too much for me and after some time I can no longer hold it. I see you looking at my swollen belly which is now sticking out even more and my face is turning red again.

After 15 minutes of walking, I check the number of calories burned on the treadmills screen. The number displayed is ridiculously low. I'm trying to calculate how much I would have to train at this pace to achieve a negative calorie balance, but the number of hours I get lowers my morale quite a bit. I look at you and I see that you are not doing any better than me…

Summer:
I also check my calorie counter, but the number it reads doesn't tell me much. My inflated ego tells me that I don't need to lose weight. I'm sure my metabolism is still going strong, so I don't think I'll have to worry about counting calories to stay slim and attractive.
However, I am surprised by the constant trembling throughout my stomach, but I explain it to myself by saying that I need a moment longer to warm up. However, seeing how you keep looking at me, I think it's a good time to point out who is dominant here. I look at your face and ask, "Do you want to try running for a while?" You answer with uncertainty "yes... I guess I mean yes" you are afraid of it because you know what happened a moment earlier, but you are unable to overcome the power of my persuasion.

Wanting to show you how fit I am, I set the treadmill to a faster jog, immediately feeling the slight vibrations in my but and stomach turn into a full wobble. I'm not too worried about it though, I'm focused on proving my fitness advantage over you. After about 35 seconds of running, I start to lose my breath rapidly, gasping for air uncontrollably. My legs are so tired that I can barely take any more steps. I look at you and see your face turning bright red and you gasping for air as well, so we switch our treadmills back to slow walking to get some air.

I didn't take the fact that I lasted only 35 seconds as a failure, I just assumed that I hadn't been physically active for a long time and my muscles needed a few tries to regain full fitness. You didn't turn out to be any better, enduring as long as I did. My ego forbids me from thinking that the initiative to reduce the speed came from me, I tell myself that I did it when I saw you getting tired. As I continue to walk slowly and breathe heavily, I look at you and say, “Phew, Huff-Puff. Pretty good, but you still have to work a lot to keep up with me haha. I look at you Huff-Puff then at your belly and say with a laugh "it looks like this pudding is slowing you down Huff-Puff." In a friendly way, joking and trying to motivate you, I poke your soft belly. If you ever want to have a figure as good as mine, you have to lose a few pounds :) I say this in a friendly and joking way, patting you on your extremely shaking ass.

Isabella:
You can read the confusion on my face, in my head I'm trying to process what just happened "did she really slap me on the butt and felt how much I let myself go?"
We continue for a while, but we can no longer maintain a reasonable pace. So we both get off the treadmill, seeing you looking at me, I try to hold my hands to cover my belly as much as possible and hide my extra circumference. I don't feel confident in my current weight and I have the impression that my outfit, due to the wrong size, optically adds a few pounds, highlighting my main problem areas.

Thanks to the moment's break, we both caught our breath. We came to the conclusion that the treadmill probably isn’t the most suitable device for us in our current shape and we will try something else. I looked around the room to find something interesting where there wouldn't be many people, but before I could do anything, you, being an extroverted person, suggested…

Summer:
Seeing how a regular run could cause you problems, I want to emphasize my advantage more clearly and suggest strength exercises. That being said, I am still unaware of my swollen body and fitness issues, in recent months I have been mainly involved in partying and not paying attention to anything else. My arrogance prevents me from looking at the situation objectively.

"Why don't we do some squats?" I ask pointing to your soft ass. Under the influence of my persuasion, you agree without entering into further discussion, "continuing in a friendly, joking way, I slap your butt and say, let's go. Let's do some crunches too, I add, lightly poking you in your softened belly."

Isabella:
I agreed to your suggestion of squats and crunches, but I had doubts whether strength exercises were really the best method for me to burn some fat. However, looking at your attitude, I thought I had a pretty good chance of defeating you and boosting my self-esteem. Judging by the amount of fat on your belly, it will certainly make it much more difficult for you to do crunches.

During the first set of squats, I felt my leggings tightening with each repetition, so I did them very slowly so as not to risk a slip-up. I managed to do 15 repetitions before I ran out of oxygen in my legs and my muscles refused to continue. Was it a good result? I don't know... I haven't exercised for years and I had no comparison.
I sat down to rest faster and started watching your actions. Can you beat my score?

Summer:
I start my first series of squats, I easily do the first 10 at a fast pace, initially without feeling any fatigue. Then everything becomes more difficult, my legs completely lose strength and start to shake. I struggle to lift my new, heavier body, my breathing quickly fades and my face turns bright red, but I refuse to give up. I must defeat you! I'm doing my 13th squat and when I get to the end I hear a sound like threads being torn!! I turn around and check what happened, but luckily it was only a warning signal, but I have to be careful. Trying to get out of the situation I say "Oh my God, this is crazy, these leggings are so old... I knew I shouldn't have wore them!! I make a smiling face but in my head I wonder how this is possible, because I actually bought them very recently!! Not wanting to risk a full tear, I use this as an excuse to change the exercise. I don't let it show, but I feel like my legs won't be able to handle another squat.

Isabella:
We change the position and start doing crunches. It's hard for me to hide the smile on my face after my little victory. I'm very happy that I could beat you in the competition you proposed.

I lie down on the mat and you hold my feet so I can do the reps more easily. My stomach puts up a little resistance but I manage to overcome it. After about 8 repetitions my muscles start to weaken from fatigue and I have to take a break. I see you laughing and saying "Come on, that's all you can do?” I gather the last of my strength and finally end up with 12 crunches. Definitely less than I thought I would do, but I am calm, I feel that in this case I will also be a winner.

Summer:
I lie down on the mat and you start supporting me. Already during the first few crunches, it is difficult for me to pull myself up, I feel a lot of resistance from my stomach, which presses me to the mat. By the 7th rep, my core is on fire, I feel weak, and I'm breathing heavily. My face is bright red and I grunt every time I try. I start doing the eighth crunch, but my weakened core no longer has the strength, and halfway through I fall back on my back, causing my stomach and breasts to wobble.

Isabella:
It's hard for me to hide the smile on my face, I'm very happy that I managed to achieve a better result than you again, which makes my self-esteem increase. While you are still lying on your back, I lean towards you and squeeze your love handles with both hands. It's a big layer of fat so I can grab it well with my whole hand. I shake your belly a few times and say, "No wonder you couldn't even do 10."

I got the impression that you were too busy stabilizing your breathing to understand what just happened. Since we are both tired, we need a break to continue our struggles. We were about to go back to the locker room to take a sip of water, but on the way I noticed a vending machine with snacks standing next to the main reception. I look at its content and see only good things, chocolates, bars and sweetened drinks. Wait a minute, should such unhealthy food be available at the gym at all??? Apparently they must sell well, otherwise they would be replaced with something more suitable. In fact, taking a closer look, I see that some of them have already been sold out. I wanted to eat healthier but I can't stop myself. After all the training I've done, I'm hungry and I buy a large bar with a can of Pepsi. I watch you do the same and then we sit on the bench and enjoy a tasty snack. You eat yours so fast that you finished it when I was only halfway through.

After about 15 minutes of rest, we feel strong enough again to try other exercises. When we are about to return to the fitness zone, at the reception we see a sign saying "check your weight and get a 5% discount on the monthly pass". I look at the sign for a while, but I don't feel like today is the day I want to weigh myself. However, the previously mentioned slender receptionist Hannah notices our interest and encourages us to try it. I try to say no when you confidently say that it will be a fantastic idea.