“You better be careful with those fries. You’re my poster child for the weight loss program”
Henry rolled his eyes and swatted playfully at Rosie, “I promise you they taste as good as skinny feels”
“That’s a heinous tag line”
“And very good fries” he grinned. “Besides. What’s the point of getting fit if I can’t indulge even a little bit? You’ve got plenty of happy clients”
Rosie shrugged, “true. But I wouldn’t be a good friend if I let you throw away what you’ve worked for”
Henry leaned back, stifling a burp, “I work out to stay ahead of my indulgences, not to get rid of them. Keeps me coming back to you for more doesn’t it?”
“You know it’s going to be hard to outrun the extra weight with a full gut there big boy” she reached over and gently poked the side of his belly that, even though the black tanktop was very forgiving, was still visibly rounder than when they had walked in.
Henry sucked in a breath, “wanna bet?”
No chemical help. No steroids, HGH, or GLP-1s.
Rosie would continue to arrange plans for Henry’s physical training
Henry is responsible for his own diet.
If Henry tips over 225 at the end of 3 months Rosie wins. If not, Henry wins.
Nothing exciting. Nothing too extreme. Rosie ruminated on the rules at the desk in her office while the poster displaying Henry’s original weight loss smiled down at her. From 320 all the way down to a very trim 165. She would never forget the way he volunteered as her guinea pig when she first got into training, she hadn’t even known that he had had a problem with his weight. He was right though. He dropped the pounds fast and hard once he started with her and other customers came in wanting whatever it was he had. Of course she couldn’t use exactly the same methods.
Now though, as she studied the poster, it almost seemed like he was happier on the before photo than the after.
A knock at her office door broke through her reverie. When she called for them to come in Henry walked through the door. Now that she could see him next to the after image she realized she already had a head start. A softness had settled over his frame. Not a lot but enough to soften the definition of his figure.
“You’re early” Rosie stated.
“I know, I wanted to be a menace”
In response to her raised eyebrow he pulled out several clamshells of grocery store sugar cookies and a half gallon of milk and a silly grin.
“Before a lifting session? Jesus Henry, I’m on board with the bet but if you’re going to blow your diet don’t you want to blow it on something better?”
He paused halfway through a cookie, “First of all, these are the supreme cookie of my youth. How dare you question them. Second, what would you rather I filled up on?”
“I thought you were planning your own cheat meals”
“I’m looking for inspiration” he shrugged. He already had the first container down before he cracked the milk. To his credit he poured half of it into his protein shake. To Rosie’s surprise, the milk was followed by a hefty serving of brown sugar.
“Well…” she leaned forward, “something not from a grocery store to start. Maybe donuts or a cake at least. Or like good food. Pasta, pizza, bar food..” he train of thought trundled away from her, “hungry huh big boy?”
Henry grinned big, “Love that you call me big boy when what you mean is ‘piggy’”
Rosie flushed, “you know damn well how I feel about name calling in this industry. It mean and it’s shitty”
“Oh come on…” he pouted, “just for me?”
Rosie softened, “Maybe if you grow back into it”. Her eyes took another inventory of what she was working with, noting a little pooch of a belly already starting, well hidden behind a black t-shirt. “I want to add one more rule”
The only workout gear Henry can wear is that which is the same size and/ or measurements as what he is wearing at the start of the trial.
Henry’s cheeks flushed, “it’s a deal”
Henry’s stomach gurgled loudly, drawing Rosie’s attention.
“You know if you keep stuffing your face before workouts you’re going to get sick” she told him. Though, she admitted to herself, he seemed happier in the gym with the weight coming back on than he had in quite some time.
“It’s empty I swear. Just the protein shake” he huffed. Rosie grinned at the sight of him on the treadmill. A definite jiggle had made its way back into his step and the t shirt was doing less and less to hide the swell of a belly coming along nicely underneath. “Rosie, I’m dyin’. How about a water break huh?”
A thought clicked in Rosie’s head. “I think I’ve got something that’ll motivate you”
When she reappeared it was with a box of donuts. One of which was crudely tied to the end of a metal rod. She dangled it in front of him. “You catch it, you get to eat it”
“Oh but calling names is out of line?” Henry grinned, huffing.
“You’re the one that keeps asking me to call you a piggy”
“Can I have one to start?”
Much to her delight, it actually did work. Even as she turned up the pace on the treadmill Henry kept up again and again and again until she could see a soft, pale stretch of belly peeking out over his waistband. Finally he hit a button on the console, huffing and puffing for breath. She took a peek at the numbers before giving him a friendly pat on the gut. She leaned over and pressed the last donut, a thick, well iced maple bar, into his mouth before patting him on the tummy. “That’s a mile and a half better than your usual big boy”
“Hope you didn’t get rid of your old clothes” Rosie teased.
They were at about the midway point of the 3 month trial and Henry’s shirt was just about up to his midway point. Lately, for the sake of his modesty, they had been using the gym after technical closing hours. In part this was because his clothes were getting a little tight for proper coverage and Rosie was enjoying the distraction enough to be willing to stay at work late. Today he was looking heavier than usual.
Henry pouted, “it’s just a little bloat. I’ll still be under 225 in 6 weeks” though the confidence had seeped out of his tone.
“Oh good, then you won’t mind that I’ve arranged a bit to celebrate the halfway mark of our little bet”
Rosie stepped out to the front desk and came back with a stack of pizzas and a case of beer. It was as though she could see Henry’s mouth start to water.
He dug in with abandon polishing off not one, not two, but three pizzas before slowing down. Rosie looked on in fascination, mesmerized by the hedonistic outburst. She found herself subtly cracking another beer for each that he drained and swapping it out with the empty while he was buried in the pizza.
When he came out of it and saw the way Rosie was looking at him he blushed, opening his mouth to explain before shutting it again over and over.
“I see you’ve really got that appetite under control” Rosie grinned.
“Come on tubby, it’s just a little bloating. You can still make it up” Rosie patted Henry’s belly. He moaned, still holding onto the pull up bar like he had a prayer of lifting himself. His shirt looked more like a suggestion in this position, riding up over his undeniably plump belly. His shorts were suffering too, his thigh testing his ability of the stretch fabric to it’s limit. This had other benefits. While Rosie imagined it was definitely creeping out of sight for Henry, the tightness of his shorts had let her know loud and clear that he was having a good time.
“You know, it might be time to just admit it” she mused.
“You can’t control yourself”
Henry’s eyes glazed over a little, cheeks reddening. He stopped trying to accomplish the pull up. “I can stop any time I want”
“On the ground, let’s try some sit ups”
He complied. Rosie planted her knees on his feet, hands on his thighs. “And do you want to? Seems to me like you’re trying to eat yourself out of the gym” she gave him an affection pat on the stomach, “you know you don’t have to work out any more if you were happier with out it being part of your life”
Henry struggled into the first sit up, belly sloshing as he fell back to the ground. “I like both” he huffed. “I don’t wanna *hic* stop” He moved Rosie’s to rest on his belly where the sunk into the plump, warm flesh. He pouted again, “Don’t stop”
Several things clicked into place in Rosie’s mind. She leaned forward, tantalizingly close to his lips, “Oh don’t you worry, I won’t. You sure this is what you want?” she asked, rubbing small, affectionate circles into his tummy.
Henry nodded enthusiastically, the motion revealing the hint of a double chin. Rosie got up, earning a whine of distress from Henry, “Stay put” she ordered.
He groaned, “not exactly moving around much these days but ok”
“That’s double for sassing me” she called over from the stock fridge.
He craned his neck to see if he could figure out what she was up to but couldn’t quite bring himself to sit up. A wave of excitement hit him at the idea of being unable to sit up on his own. In all honesty he wasn’t even that heavy, the weight had just come back on so quickly that he hadn’t really adjusted.
When Rosie came back she was holding several mixing pitchers from the juice bar and a funnel. Henry’s eyes widened both from shock and delight. When she settled into his lap he thought he may have died and gone to heaven.
“Good boy” she purred, “Now, as your trainer, it’s at least a little my job to keep your macros in line and your protein intake up. You can, of course, still do your own meal planning but there’s no rule that I can’t fill you up until there isn’t room for anything else. Wouldn’t you agree?”
Henry moaned into the funnel, painfully aware that there was no way she hadn’t felt his cock twitch. The pitchers turned out to be protein shakes. They were thick, heavy, and definitely doctored with sugar and syrups. Things that would be fine in moderation but all in one drink sat like a rock in his gut.
The first three pitchers went down with gusto. The hand that wasn’t pouring into the funnel was playing with Henry’s exposed lower belly and driving him wild. At the bottom of the third pitcher Rosie slid a finger into his belly button, in and out, in and out, in and out until he bucked his hips involuntarily. She leaned forward, putting pressure on his swollen belly “God you’ve really let yourself go big guy. Not even a little self control. You don’t even want me to stop, do you?”
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@outrealm-gates idk if this is really what you had in mind but that's for inspiring the writing exercise!
