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“Face It. It’s Time to Work Out.” - An Exclusive Cut
🕑 Added 2025-03-10 02:25:29 +0000 UTCHere is the third of five short stories, and this one is a Patreon exclusive. The next one will be only available for 7 dollar Even More BS members. It's right HERE.
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You’re going to get on that treadmill, and we’re gonna see how you bounce.
What?
I know you look ridiculous. That’s the whole point. If you didn’t want to look ridiculous, then you shouldn’t have gone and turned yourself into a complete cow. Those exercise shorts fit you just fine a few pounds ago, piggy. And you used to love wearing crop tops, didn’t you? You used to love to strut around the gym in your tight short shorts and your crop top or even just your sports bra on and show off as much of your hot, toned, sexy body as possible. And I can’t blame you. You used to be to be so fucking hot.
You used to be the hottest piece of ass around here, and you knew it. Hell, you were probably the hottest woman wherever you went, and you loved to make sure people knew it. But I guess it was easier to show off your body back when you had abs. Now, well now you can’t help but show off that big blubber belly of yours. It just sort of announces itself.
Look at it. Look at the way that sad, pathetic sack of fat flabby flesh just sags like melting butter over the waistband of your shorts. Look at this ridiculous muffin top that you’ve got. Aren’t you ashamed of it? You used to love making fun of women with muffin tops, and now you’ve got this big fat tanker just sticking out there for the world to see. It’s so soft, so squishy. It just hangs there cause it’s fat and lazy just like the rest of you.
I know people are going to laugh at you. That’s the point. You used to be so spoiled, so arrogant. Well, now it’s time for you to be a good little humble hog. You’ve eaten everything else to get this fat. Might as well eat a little crow. So it’s time to waddle on in there and let everybody see what you’ve done to yourself, let everyone see how big of a fatty the former fit girl has turn herself into, how you’ve gone from gym rat to fat pig, from athlete to total couch potato. You got to sit around on your soft, flabby ass letting it grow wider, fatter, sinking into the couch just that much more. Well now it’s time for your reckoning. Let’s all see just how much you’ve changed.
That’s right, fatty. Waddle on in there. Damn, your thighs are really working. I love watching your fat legs slap and rub together like that. It’s so clear that you’ve got no tone there whatsoever anymore. And your ass has so much bounce. You have to feel all of that. It’s like fighting gravity constantly. You can tell how much it wants you to just sit down and let it spread out on a chair or sink into the couch. Meanwhile, you’re here already working up a sweat just stepping into the gym. And people are already starting to notice.
You used to love having all eyes on you. You used to live for this. I guess now not so much, huh? Do you think they recognize you yet? It might take a moment since you’ve gotten so fat. What do you think would be worse? If you were so fat and out of shape that they didn’t recognize you, or that they recognize you and realize how fat and out of shape you’ve gotten? I guess we’ll see.
Yep. That receptionist definitely recognized you. Did you see the look on her face? She didn’t know what to say. She couldn’t make fun of you directly because she has to keep her job, but you can bet she’ll be laughing about you in the breakroom later. I wouldn’t be surprised if she was texting people about you right now.
Oh, I’m catching more than a few glances your way. I’m sure you have too. People are recognizing you. They see the woman who used to be a regular. They don’t know you well enough to say anything, but they remember you. They remember how hot you used to be, how confident, how much you clearly owned this place. Now they see what happens when you stop coming here regularly. That’s good for them. You’re a nice little cautionary tale, fatty. They see your piggy ass and double down on their own diets and gym dedication. They don’t want to be fat like you.
I think I see some other people looking at you too. They’re tougher to recognize. Oh, I think that’s because they’ve actually lost weight. Yes, they’re some of those fatties you used to make fun of. They seem so much fitter now, don’t they? At least, they’re so much fitter than you. I’m sure they’d love to make fun of you now, but they’re probably so surprised that they don’t knwo what to say.
There it is. I heard it. The first snicker. It came from two of those former fat girls. And did you hear what they said?
“Boy, she really let herself go.”
“Oink. Oink.”
They’ve really got you pegged, piggy.
I think more people are recognizing you. I can hear more attempts at whispering.
“She got so fat.”
“Serves her right.”
“I love this.”
“This is funny as hell.”
And the laughter. I know you can hear that laughter. It’s really picking up.
But let’s keep going. Let’s get to the main event and put on a show for these people.
Get on the treadmill, fatty.
That’s right. Look at you go. Look at all that fat undulating as you plod along. I haven’t even really gotten you going yet. Let’s try a little faster. You had that big meal. You’ve got plenty of calories to burn. There’s just so much blubber to watch bounce. It’s a beautiful thing.
Keep going. This used to be so easy for you, and now I can already hear you sucking air. You’re already getting so sweaty and flush. How much of that is from exertion and how much is from embarrassment? You’re pathetic, piggy. This is the perfect way to show you just how far and out of shape you’ve gotten. This isn’t just bulking. This is lard. This is useless flabby lard that you’re lugging around. You’re a weakling now, a fat pathetic loser.
Everyone is watching. Everyone can see you struggle. They no how weak you are, how out of shape you are, how fat you are.
They’re laughing at you.
They’re pointing. They’re calling you names. They’re whispering all about how glad they are that they’re not you. Aren’t you happy that you actually get to be useful? Your fat ass is showing them what not to do.
Damn, you really do have terrible form now. You used to be so graceful. You better not fall, fatty. I don’t want to have to pay for this treadmill if you break it with all your blubber. You just keep moving, one fat foot in front of the other, plod along piggy, plod along until I tell you it’s okay to stop.
Is that Cindy? Why don’t you wave hello. Go ahead. Lift one of those big fat flabby arms of yours and wave a bingo wing in her direction. Or are you too busy clutching onto the treadmill for dear life to keep from falling and humiliating your hog self even more? Maybe she’ll just have to come over here instead.
Well, looks like you don’t have to worry about her. She’s turning away. That’s sad. You and Cindy were best friends weren’t you? And now she’s turning her head away. She’s embarrassed for you. She’s ashamed of you. You’ve gotten too damn fat for her to handle. What a shame.
Okay then, fatty. I think your piggy butt has run enough for one day. You barely lasted two minutes which is pitiful, but I think you put on quite the show for everyone here. And now they can get one last good laugh at you as you waddle on out of here, sad, sweaty and defeated. There goes the once fitness queen turned pathetic fatty.
Say goodbye now, piggy. I doubt you’ll ever be back. You’re such a well trained piggy now, much more at home being a big fat lumpy couch potato. That’s where you belong, not here with fit beautiful people like you used to be. You’re meant to be at home eating, stuffing your face with your fat ass glued to the couch and getting fatter and fatter.
So let’s get you home, blubber butt. Now that you’re sweaty and all warmed up, I can’t wait to get my hands all over this blubber and give you your well earned reward.
