Chapter 4

Ornias left a note for me at the gym, perhaps a month after I'd last seen her. I'd only been back at my old gym for a couple weeks, having worked off most of my excess poundage. I went straight to the coffee shop that the note indicated. Ornias sat at a table, and waved at me as I came through the door.

"So good to see you, Bobby," she called. I could see that she'd gained back twenty of the pounds she'd passed on to me when we first met.

"Hi Ornias."

"Would you care for a piece of cake? Please, have one, they're delicious," she said, and pushed a plate toward me.

"No, thank you."

She laughed. "Come on, Bobby. Look how fit you are. Surely you could afford to have a sweet now and then?"

I shook my head. "How are you, Ornias?" I said, and paused. "Ornias is kind of a strange name, isn't it? Where does it come from?"

She grinned at me, then shrugged.    "It's an old, old name. But I didn't come to discuss myself, Bobby. I've found another client for you."

"Really?" My hand unconsciously went to my flat stomach.

"Yes. She's a wealthy heiress. Quite lovely, actually. She'll see you tonight, if you're available."

I nodded. "How much?"

"Ninety thousand. She's seventy pounds overweight."

"That's a lot," I whispered, rubbing my abs.

"You can probably lose that in six weeks, can't you, Bobby?" Ornias asked, her smile showing off her sharp teeth.

I looked up at her and nodded.  "Maybe… But thank you," I said.





While the heiress was quite large - heavier, I think, than Ornias told me - and it took a lot of work for me to lose those pounds, I gradually found ways of meeting clients on my own. Most had such small amounts of fat to shed that I could barely believe they couldn't muster the willpower to do it themselves. Still, I took their money, and their fat, and then I worked it off.

I made such good money that I was able to do away with my regular training work. My bank account was very healthy, even affording me enough to expand my wardrobe. I had clothes in just about every size. My regular weight was 180, but depending on how many clients I dealt with in any month, my weight had ballooned up to as high as 280. I always worked my way back again, although sometimes it was tough.   

Sometimes I wanted to give it up. I was tired of the effort it took to work off all those pounds of pure fat. Then Ornias would arrange a meeting, and I would be offered an obscene amount of money for twenty or thirty pounds. I figured that I could retire extremely comfortably in five or ten years, at this rate.

Months would pass between meetings with Ornias, and I noticed that she was steadily growing. At first the weight helped accentuate her curves, only increasing her sex appeal. The jiggle of her boobs and bum turned me on, and if she didn't intimidate me so much, I might have actually considered asking her for a date. Then, as time wore on, she seemed to grow more than curvy - she was getting fat. We'd shared a couple of meals together, and I could see why; her appetite was very strong.

Her face had rounded, with the hint of a double-chin, and her chest was enormous. Her hips and buttocks bulged out around her, and her belly protruded like a pillow, folding into rolls when she sat. Still, although expanding, there was no doubt she was a beautiful woman. Her dress and makeup were always perfect.




The restaurant was packed when I walked in. As Ornias had requested, I wore a three-piece suit. The hostess led me to her table, and Ornias raised her glass of wine to me. She wore a sleeveless white dress which looked ready to split at the seams, it was so tight. The low cut showed off her vast cleavage, her boob flesh jiggling with every movement. I noticed how thick her arms appeared.   

"So glad you could make it, Bobby. My, aren't you in perfect condition today?" she said, and sipped at her wine.

"Actually, I've still got about twenty pounds to shed, but nothing too serious," I said, patting my side.

"I hope you don't mind, but I've already ordered for us," she said.

I smiled through gritted teeth. Ornias always ordered the most fattening dishes. "Great," I muttered. "You're looking very well, Ornias, beautiful as always."

"Why thank you," she replied. She placed her glass on the table and leaned forward, causing the flesh of her chest to surge forward. "I have a strange client for you, Bobby."

"Strange how?"

"She's a very smart girl, comes from a very wealthy family. She wants to lose ten pounds."   

"Why is that so strange?"

"She's willing to pay fifty thousand for it."

My mouth fell open. "For ten pounds? She could lose that just by taking walks!"

Ornias shrugged, eyebrows raised. "I know, but she's available tonight, if you're interested."

The waiters arrived and placed our food on the table. Plates piled high with high-fat, high-carb dishes. Mine looked like a particularly heavy fettuccine alfredo.

"Be sure to bring the dessert cart by in twenty minutes," Ornias ordered. She looked at me and smiled. "Dig in."