WARNING THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN: 1st Person, Female Slobification (WG, Burping, and Farting)
When I first saw Genelle walk into my gym, I thought it would a true test of my skills as a personal trainer to get her fat body into shape. So focused on making her a healthy member of society, I ended up neglecting my own figure. While I would eventually get results from Genelle, it would be at the cost of turning my once fit form into a blubbery, gassy blob.
This is a preview of an upcoming story.
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My morning routine at the gym started off by doing my usual rounds. Poking my head into one of the rooms, my attempt at sneaking a glance at my former clients was undone by a flick of my pintail of dirty blonde hair. A glance at my face sent a sudden shudder through their bodies. Before I could fully step through to make a show of my toned arms, tight ass, and sculpted abs the group pushed themselves into overdrive. On most occasions, I would call their reaction a response to beholding amazing my fit body looked in a pink tank top and black gym shorts. The reality was that they were all completely terrified of being subjected to my special workout routine.
I was the gym’s top trainer. It wasn’t through gentle nudges that I got that position either. Anyone that I took under my wing was put through grueling training and diets in order to get the results they asked for and I wanted. Sure this made me the terror of the gym, but it was always worth it. Nothing gave me more satisfaction than seeing people get sculpted into athletic bodies that they, but most importantly myself, could be proud of.
As much as I would have enjoyed seeing people push their limits in my presence, that day had me starting off a meeting with a new client. I had a long waitlist that was filled out months at a time. However, this one had paid extra to move right to the top. The money was so high that I didn’t even bother looking at her application. No matter what kind of health or body issues she was dealing with, I was certain that I could take on any client. That was before I actually got to meet Genelle in-person.
Before I entered the meeting room, my first sign that something was off was the odor. I paused as my nostrils were subjected to a smell akin to diving my head into a wastebin of month-old diapers. Unsure if someone had left their sweaty gym clothes in the meeting room again, I worked through the miasma of fumes in order to push open the door.
Any chance I had to keep up the façade of a friendly demeanor vanished once I laid eyes upon Genelle. Like myself, she had adorned herself in a tank top and gym shorts. Where the outfit differed was in the dingy color and stains adorning it. The messy attire was made all the more apparent thanks to the fact that it was stretched around a flabby body that couldn’t have been less than 500 pounds.
Staring at the way this woman let her deep belly button freely stick out from beneath her shirt, I accidentally let the door behind me close. Sealed into the room, my nose focused on the rancid musk that emanated from the unruly thickets of hair around her armpits and navel. The sound of my coughing became covered up by a horrific BRRAAAAAAPPPP that spurted out of her rear carefully balanced atop two stools. Despite the fumes attacking my senses, this woman had the gall to take a moment to take a pudgy hand off of the sagging meat sacks that were her breasts to wave at me.
“Hey BWOOOOOORRRRPP there,” she said, shaking her three chins and unkempt, long black hair in the process. “My name is Genelle. Are you trainer UUUURRRPP Christie?”
“Yes,” I replied, unwilling to hide my face of disgust. “You’re the one who hired me as their personal trainer?”
“Yup!” Genelle replied, heaving herself out of her chair and farting out another stink cloud in the process. “I heard you’ve worked miracles on so BWOOOOOOORRRPPP many. I just had to see if it’s true.”
“It won’t be easy,” I said aloud, both to dissuade her and myself from going any further. “I intend to push you through rigorous training. You will sweat AND cry before I’m done with you.”
“That’s just what I’ve been looking for,” Genelle replied, seemingly unshaken by the hidden threat. “I’ve tried so many other OOOOOOOUUUURRRRRPP trainers and none of them get results. I think you’ll be worth every penny.”
Something about the eagerness in her voice ticked me off. The way she seemed so excited to sink hundreds of dollars into a routine designed to test people’s limits seemed like an unintentional spit in my face. Looking over her slobby form once more, I doubted that she would get very far. Even if it would be unpleasant to be around her stench, the idea of getting to see her break down brought a twisted pleasure to my mind. This lingering thought is what led me to copy her expression.
“Alright,” I said, crossing my arms as I loomed over my latest victim. “I’ll accept you as my client.”
“Thank you so much!” Genelle said, taking away some of my bravado as she reached out with her plump fingers to give me a sweaty handshake. Leaving my palm thoroughly disgusting, she brought her hefty form slamming back down onto her seat. Reaching below the table and into her backpack, she pulled out a bag of chips and popped them open.
“This calls for a celebration,” Genelle commented as she grabbed a handful of the salty snacks and brought them to her lips.
“No!” I said, finding the look of disappointment on her face as I smacked the chips away absolutely delicious. “Put that shit away and get on your feet.”
“Yes BWOOOOORRPRPP mam,” Genelle said as she stood back up.
“Follow me,” I said, trying to ignore another one of her farts blasting out as I led the way forward. “We’re going to start your first training session now. Mark my words, by the time I’m done, no one will even be able to recognize you.”