You were posing for the camera, as Lee took your weekly pictures, documenting your gains progress.
The attire needed to be the same style.
“Gosh, it seems so long ago, that day I pushed you so hard you couldn’t hold it any more. Ha! But look at you now, finally, from a shrimp to a big boy! Right bud?” Said Lee, elbowing you.
”But with a high cost,” then he squeezed your huge diaper ass, “Still, totally worth it, don’t you agree?” He asked, “We’ll have such an adorable album about how you grew”.
You nodded, silently.
You didn’t want to admit it, but he was right, his training got you to the physics you’ve always dreamed about.
But now whenever you are around Lee, in the GYM or not, you need, obliged, to wear a thick diaper. Maybe it’s the way he trains you, maybe you just feel like a baby around him, but these days, wearing diapers around him is a fact.
Lee was your high school bully.
He used to bully lots of kids, and you were one of them.
He didn’t bully you much like other kids, because you knew how to avoid him, but you always feared him.
Even back then, he was bulky.
He was short and blond, and he had a kind of charm that boys wanted to be friends with him, girls wanted him, and you feared him.
Sometimes after P.E., you looked at him across the gym, his t-shirt sticking to his torso, revealing his muscular build, your mind fixated on him.
Years later, you forgot about Lee.
You signed up for the local GYM and decided you are going to have the body you always wanted. You tried different methods, different diets, different trainers, but with no results.
It was just another late evening when you saw Lee.
He looked almost the same, just a little older, and built even bigger.
Apparently, he was a personal trainer and had just finished giving a private workout.
Your workout went by, and you tried not to make eye contact with him. As time went by, you understood that he was one of the trainers in the gym and the only one left before closing.
Now it was only you and him in the whole GYM.
”Hey! I remember you!” Lee shouted across the GYM.
You acted like you didn’t hear anything, just before your last 2 bench press sets.
”Hey! Little shrimp! What’s up man?” He got close enough that you couldn’t ignore him.
”Oh hey, Lee? Is that you?” You tried to act cool.
”Yeah! It’s been so long, wow. Good seeing you! I see you are tired of being a little shrimp and started lifting,” he said, not knowing you have been training for so long with no results.
”I am, yeah, it’s cool you are now a trainer. Well, I won’t bother you at work, I’m 2 sets short, and I’m off, good seeing you,” you said and lay back on the bench.
”I’ll spot you, go ahead. But wait, no way you can’t bench more than that! Here, let’s add more weight,” Lee said, and started to add more plates.
”No wait, I’m okay with this,” you tried to stop him from adding more plates.
”Do you want to stay a little shrimp or do you want to finally become a big boy?” he asked seriously and you just stayed silent as he added more plates.
You lay back on the bench, while he stood behind you.
As you fixed your fingers around the bar, you sneaked a peek at his crotch.
You raised the bar and started pushing.
At the beginning, it was manageable, but after 4 reps, you felt pressure in your whole body. You tried to return the bar, but instead of helping you, Lee prevented you from returning it.
”You are a big boy now! 2 more!” He incurred you.
You gave your whole, and did it.
”That’s it! That’s my boy! Rest a bit, and we’re doing it again,” he slapped your shoulder a few times.
”Wow, that was great Lee! But I need to use the rest from real quick, that took a lot from me,” you said and tried sitting, but then he stopped you.
”No way, no breaks! You can hold it for one more set, let's go!”
You took the bar again, checked his crotch again, then lifted.
One.
Two.
Three and four.
Your body got tense, too tense.
You tried to return the bar.
”No, five more!” Lee ordered.
”Can’t” you had trouble talking and lifting, “hold it”.
”You can hold the bar, don’t worry I’m spotting.”
Something in the body released, the pressure was gone, and you could concentrate on the two final reps.
”Oh man, that’s something you don’t see every day,” Lee said as he helped the bar back in its place.
”Wow Lee thanks! I did it!” You said enthusiastically.
“You sure did, look at your sweatpants,” he pointed at them.
As you got up, you were horrified to see a large dark spot over your groin.
You wanted to bury yourself right there.
You wet yourself in front of your high school bully.
You stood there for a moment, not daring to look at him, for what felt like an eternity.
Finally, Lee broke the ice.
”Well, nobody said becoming a big boy is easy, or stopping being a boy. But I promise you, if you’ll work out with me, I’m going to make you a big boy no matter what, even if you are a pants wetter. What do you say? Do you want to be my big boy?”
You wanted to be bigger.
You wanted his physics.
You wanted his attention and to be pushed forward.
He could take you there.
He could make you a big boy, his big boy.
Maybe you wetted yourself, but he got you to lift weights you didn’t think you could.
He saw you were debating it in your mind.
”And if you are worrying about your little accident, it’s a small price to pay. We will just have to prepare better next workout and get protection,” he said, but you didn’t really understand what he meant.
”Okay, let’s do it Lee!” You smiled at him, feeling wetness sliding down your leg.
”Amazing! We’ll close the details later, but now my big boy, go take a shower, you need it!” He slapped your ass and pointed to the showers.
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@alittleisolated needs to be pushed into becoming a big boy.
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