Can this PT help you with your weight? Maybe not in the way you expect.
🕑 Added 2022-11-11 09:12:52 +0000 UTC
“Well, as a qualified PT, it is pretty damn unusual for me to make house calls. And especially wearing my bodybuilding posers! But you’re offering a hell of a lot of cash for me to train you, big man - so I figured: what the fuck? It’s not like I don’t spend every weekend showing off my ripped bod half-naked anyway. Lemme get a pic for your progress record. Jesus, dude, you’re so fuckin’ fat I can hardly fit all of you in the frame! Yeah, you do need to take your T-shirt off. Holy fuck!! You are fuckin’ MASSIVE! Do you have any idea what you weigh? Oh, you don’t have a scale that’ll take you, huh? Well, that doesn’t surprise me. If I had to guess I’d say you’re pushing 500 lbs, man - maybe more? And you’re what: 5’5”? Jesus. Man, I’m sorry to say this but I don’t think I can help you - you’re so fuckin’ obese one minute in the gym would probably give you a heart attack.
“Hmm, are you sure personal training is why you got me over here in my tiny posers, or did you talk to my friend Carl? Oh you did, you naughty piggy? Yeah, I’ve been force feeding him for the last two years, but I thought he was gonna keep it a secret. It’s fucked up, but I do have this obsessive “feeder” thing going on in my head. Standing here now, nearly naked; the contrast with how hot I am and how grossly overweight and disgusting you are - it’s gettin’ me hard, man. Hey, I bet you got a ton of fast food delivery places nearby, haven’t you? How about we call them all and then you and I have some fun, fat boy.”
