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Personal Training From Home
🕑 Added 2021-03-13 20:05:22 +0000 UTCAnother story resulting from this poll from last month. A PDF version with images can be found on the Discord server! Characters involved do express thoughts that might be construed as being fat-phobic, so if that's not your thing then avoid this one!
Eric Janicki was very much a people person, so this whole “social distancing” thing was a total downer for him. He’d mercifully not had any up-close encounters with the pandemic itself, the worst he’d had it was with the gyms all closing for an undetermined period of time. While Eric was more than equipped to get his pump on at home in the home gym he’d built in his garage, and indeed was getting his daily workouts in, it simply wasn’t the same. He thrived on the atmosphere that only the gym could provide - being surrounded by other big guys who were both his friends and his competition always drove him to be his best self - and its temporary absence in his life was a definite sore spot.
The sudden gym closures had also caused a little bit of damage to Eric’s income, as the personal trainer’s phone had been lit up by texts from his clients apologetically asking if they could save their money and only resume their training together once gyms were back open. It wasn’t as if those cancellations were going to break the bank, but that was almost eight-hundred bucks a month Eric would be doing without and even with the income from his sponsorships and his online clients, that was still a fair amount of money to be losing out on for an undetermined amount of time.
Thankfully it wasn’t all that long before Eric had actually found a replacement source for his missing income. He had been contacted through Instagram by a man living in the same city, only he was in one of the richer districts in what appeared to be a mini-mansion and photos on his profile even showed off a rather expansive home gym, one that would make even the most successful fitness influencers jealous!
The man had introduced himself as Graham Kenworth, a forty-two year old businessman who was fiscally secure but lacked confidence in his own skin thanks to what he deemed as an “embarrassing” physique. It wasn’t as if the guy was massively obese, but Eric could see from the pictures on his profile that Graham was carrying around a fair amount of extra weight that made him look somewhat slovenly. He expressed in his messages that he hadn’t always been in such a poor state - he’d been an amateur wrestler back in his college days, but starting up his own business had taken time away from his exercise routine and the stress of it all had led to snacking and drinking becoming his coping mechanisms. After twenty years of such, he was a far cry from his days as a wrestling stud and while he’d accepted he’d never get back into that shape, he wanted Eric to help him achieve a look that didn’t make him wince whenever he caught sight of his own reflection.
Even more remarkably, Graham had offered to pay two-hundred bucks for a session and requested three sessions a week, which Eric didn’t exactly argue against. Six-hundred bucks in a week? Easy money, he figured. The older man had even offered to give him free reign of the home gym once their sessions completed, and considering he had a number of machines that the personal trainer usually only found in his regular gym, he was quick to agree.
Pulling up to the house on the hills for the first time, Eric let out a whistle of approval. He wasn’t sure what the man did for work but evidently it was enough to earn him quite the comfortable living, judging by the sleek exterior with its large windows and chrome roof plating, as well as the size of the man’s dwelling. Eric wasn’t too horrifically jealous - he did well for himself, after all - but he could certainly appreciate the architectural masterpiece that was Graham Kenworth’s home.
The man himself greeted Eric at the door to his home just a few short seconds after he had rung the bell, as if he’d been waiting right next to it for the personal trainer’s imminent arrival. He looked the same as he did in the pictures on his social media profiles, only now they were face to face Eric couldn’t help but take notice of the man’s thin and receding hair as well as the redness of his overall complexion, something that had been hidden under photo filters. Still, as harsh as it sounded, Eric had worked with a whole number of clients who weren’t exactly up to the Hollywood standard of beauty and while he took care of his own appearance, he wasn’t shallow enough to judge anybody for how they looked. As long as they were looking to get into shape, he was going to support them in their quest to achieve this goal.
“I really appreciate you agreeing to travel to me under these circumstances,” the man exclaimed in a squeaky voice. His eyes travelled up and down Eric’s body in a manner that communicated more than just general appreciation for his physique. “You’re even bigger in person than you look on social media, you know.”
Eric just chuckled in response. It was hardly the first time he had heard such a statement or garnered attention from a man who he suspected had a particular enjoyment of the male form. That kind of thing had never bothered Eric anyway, he was an open-minded guy and happily married, so as long as his clients kept to looking and not touching, he saw no need to shut them down. Truthfully he was incredibly proud of his physique - he had sculpted every part of his six-foot-one frame to a muscular ideal and carried all two-hundred-and-sixty pounds of him with pride. Sure, it could sometimes be a challenge finding clothes to properly fit his superhero proportions but that seemed like a rather trivial ordeal to complain about. It was his body that made him one of the most sought after personal trainers in all of Los Angeles, so he was always looking to get bigger and stronger. More size meant more money, and who didn’t want to live a comfortable life?
After a quick tour of the other man’s home, Eric finally stepped into the private gym and let out a whistle of approval. “Yeah, you’ve got everything we need right here,” he exclaimed, before adding an important addition: “Well, here and the kitchen. Working out is only half of the battle, but I’ll be helping you out with that too. In fact I can get a full diet plan written up after our session together and send it to you tonight.” He had a sneaking suspicion that Graham was going to struggle with the dieting side of his fitness journey more than the actual workouts, but that was true for most of the people he trained. It took a lot of willpower to resist sweet treats and even Eric himself crumbled to that desire from time to time.
They got to work in short order, with the trainer using their first session together to get a grasp of Graham’s capabilities in terms of both strength and stamina. He made a couple notes on his training app but other than that he kept his attention completely focused on his client, who was sweating up a storm after thirty minutes of intense work. They exchanged small talk between exercises, with Graham sharing that he had made a lot of money trading on the stock markets during his youth and had since used that money to fund science and tech projects that he was passionate about. He was also a self-confessed introvert who hadn’t had much success dating in the past, although while explaining as such he had confirmed Eric’s suspicion that his new client was gay. All in all, he seemed like a fairly nice guy and the trainer figured that they would get along just fine, which made his life so much easier! Unfortunately some of his clients could be quite hard work…
Once their hour together was up, Graham eagerly expressed his thanks then encouraged Eric to make himself comfortable in the private gym. “I’m just going to go clean myself up a little,” he explained, indicating towards the huge sweat stains on his shirt with a gentle chuckle. The six-foot-one trainer grunted in acknowledgement and gave a quick thanks before moving towards one of the running machines for a little bit of light cardio to warm himself up. He’d barely started when Graham returned to the room, holding a water bottle, and placed it in the machine’s cup holder. “I thought you could use something to drink. This bottle will keep it ice cold for you too. It’s a neat little thing - one of the projects I helped fund, actually.” Eric once again thanked his host and took a moment to inspect the bottle’s sleek blue design before taking a swig. The water within tasted incredibly fresh and moved down his throat incredibly smoothly, seemingly blessing him with a burst of energy.
Once Eric was warmed up and in the zone, he began his workout proper and time seemed to fly by. He was totally absorbed in his efforts and delighted by the opportunity to lift heavier than the equipment in his garage gym allowed him to.
By the time he finally began to tire out, a whole ninety minutes had passed by in the blink of an eye. Graham had returned to the gym a few more times during his workout to top up Eric’s water bottle and each swig from it fuelled the hulking trainer for the next few sets until he was certain that he could achieve no more. He had an incredible pump on and made sure to capture a few selfies in the floor-to-ceiling mirrors, while Graham respectfully remained out of frame and then even snapped a few flexing pictures for Eric upon request.
After making plans for their second session together in two days time and Eric assuring the other that he would get the diet plan to him later that night and even include a sponsorship code that Graham could use to get a discount on the various protein shakes and fat burners that Eric would be recommending. The older man profusely thanked him and wished him on his way, even slipping him a hundred dollar bill as a tip for his services. Eric had attempted to politely refuse but Graham had insisted: “You’re doing me a great service, young man. You’re worth every cent.” Despite the somewhat homoerotic undertones of the comment, Eric relented and accepted the note. He’d be an idiot not to take it! Rich people doing rich people things I guess, he justified to himself as he returned to his car and began his journey home.
The next morning Eric discovered he had developed a rather frustrating headache but he did his best to ignore it and push through with his morning workout in the garage gym before heading out for brunch with his beautiful wife. The headache eventually subsided but later in the afternoon a sudden chill overcame the professional bodybuilder that he simply couldn’t shake, no matter how high he turned up the heater in the garage. Must be coming down with something, he guessed miserably, briefly considering whether or not to call Graham and cancel their session for the following day. No, just see how you feel in the morning. An early night in bed might help…
Sure enough, Eric felt a little more like himself when the morning rolled around, although his morning cravings were more intense than ever. He helped himself to a few extra pieces of bacon and another helping of eggs for his breakfast before going about his daily rituals and then eventually getting in his car to drive up to the hills for his second session with Graham. As before, the older man was quick to greet him and, although it came as a surprise given the short amount of time since their last meeting, Eric realised that his client was already looking a little thinner in the face and his double chin was less pronounced. He listened intently as Graham explained how faithful he had been to the diet plan over the last thirty-six hours and was already feeling more energetic for it. “That’s great, man. I think we’re really going to make some swift progress together,” Eric replied encouragingly, slapping the other man on the back as they reached the home gym.
Before starting their warm-up, Graham once again handed Eric the same blue water bottle from their previous session, and the trainer gratefully accepted it. He noticed that his client had a bottle of the same make himself, only his was red rather than blue. Graham caught him staring and took it as an opportunity to praise the bottles once again, even going so far as to declare them “life-changing”. Eric was of the opinion that such a description was a little over dramatic but he politely agreed anyway.
When they finally started their workout the trainer was once again caught off guard by his client, as Graham seemed to have made rapid improvements from their previous session just two days earlier: he was lifting more and lasting longer, and wasn’t quite so out of breath or damp with sweat when Eric instructed him to pause between sets. It was actually rather remarkable, but when he addressed the rapid improvements that Graham was making, his client put all the credit on Eric’s guidance. “Hey, maybe I’ll catch up to you soon!” he joked, offering a toothy grin in addition. The trainer chuckled but a brief shiver was sent down his spine, as if some dark recess of his mind was put on alert by the remark.
Eric’s own workout following the completion of their personal training session wasn’t quite as intense as he would have liked and after seventy-five minutes he was left struggling to catch his breath. His pump didn’t look quite as impressive as he’d been hoping either, so he decided to forgo getting any pictures, even though Graham had offered to be his amateur photographer again. He’d felt a little weaker during his workout too, not quite hitting his maximum lifts, and it had left him in somewhat sour spirits. Apparently he wore the mood on his face, as Graham suggested that he stick around and watch some sports to chill out before heading home. Not wanting to be rude and optimistically hoping that his compliance might lead to another hundred dollar tip from his client, Eric agreed and followed the man into the lounge.
As the personal trainer sunk down into one of the wonderfully plush leather sofas, Graham disappeared back into the kitchen. By the time he emerged a few minutes later Eric was totally fixated on the football game playing on the eighty-five inch screen. He was barely listening as his client explained that he had filled their water bottles back up and had even prepared some snacks. Eric had enough awareness to note that homemade chocolate chip cookies were hardly the healthiest snack, so he figured he’d be doing the other a favour if he kept them all to himself! Indeed they ended up being so tasty that once he’d had one he simply couldn’t stop himself until he’d finished off the whole plate and washed them down with a long swig from his bottle. After setting the plate back onto the coffee table and relaxing back he let out a massive burp and a dumb chuckle. His stomach felt distended and he rested a hand on it as he sunk into the sofa further and even put his feet up on the coffee table to really get comfortable. Graham sat a short distance away and continued to offer small talk but with each passing minute Eric found it harder and harder to focus, or even keep his eyes awake…
The next thing Eric knew, a shrill alarm somewhere else in the house was jolting him awake. The sun had set, the television was off and there was even a blanket thrown over his massive body. How long was I out? Extracting himself from the sofa with some difficulty, Eric began to pad around the spacious house until he found the source of the noise: Graham was in the kitchen preparing what looked like a feast, and the shrill sound had originated from an alarm clock that sat upon the countertop. Eric watched in amazement as Graham began serving up the food onto two plates, before the trainer remembered his manners and cleared his throat to attract the other’s attention.
“I should probably get going,” he explained, his dry throat making his voice come out a little higher than he would have liked. Thankfully his bottle was nearby and he was able to take a swig from it to freshen up. “It’s pretty late, right? Sorry for falling asleep on you back there, man. My bad.”
“Nonsense, nonsense!” Graham retorted, letting out a shrill laugh. “I simply can’t let you leave without feeding you! What kind of terrible host would that make me?” Eric wanted to protest that it was really quite alright but as his eyes moved across the display of food, his stomach rumbled loudly and he knew that any further excuses would fall flat as a result. The food did look really good, so was there any harm in sticking around to fill his stomach up? With no other choice, Eric shrugged his broad shoulders and followed the other man’s direction to get seated at the dining table in the adjacent room.
The portion served up to him was significantly larger than the one Graham made for himself, but Eric wasn’t complaining. He felt as if he hadn’t eaten in years, and demolished the food on his plate in record time. Graham just watched and laughed, before taking the trainer’s empty plate back to the kitchen to fill it up with a second helping. All the while the two continued to drink out of their water bottles and Eric continued to delight in just how refreshing the ice cold water was when it passed through the bottle’s cap and into his mouth. Would Graham mind if I took it home with me? He simply couldn’t imagine drinking from anything else anymore!
After destroying his second plate of food, the gargantuan trainer let out a burp that anybody might have been forgiven for mistaking as a lion’s roar. He felt so full and his body seemed to be made of lead judging by how heavy he felt. Indeed, as he shifted, the chair creaked under his weight! He’d have to be careful not to break it, but extracting himself from it felt like an impossible task, especially when Graham once again returned to the dining room with a third full plate of food for Eric. He wanted to protest that he had already had too much to eat, but it felt impolite not to obey the other man’s instruction: “Eat up, big boy!”
While it was difficult to focus on anything more than the food he was stuffing into his mouth, Eric was able to catch the other’s eye as Graham sat down across from him, and what he saw was enough to make him pause. The other man looked significantly less round. His shoulders were broader, the round delts adding further width, and his upper chest was no longer the home of two sagging man-boobs, but rather a pair of mighty pecs that stretched out his shirt for all the right reasons. Eric was totally flabbergasted. He’d never seen anyone make such rapid improvements to their physique! Sure, the other wasn’t quite at bodybuilder proportions, but the progress he’d made was more than should have been humanly possible. Graham didn’t address the changes to his body though, but rather encouraged Eric to continue eating.
Mercifully no fourth course followed once Eric had polished off his third plate, and he was allowed a moment to rest. Upon checking his cell phone he discovered a message from his wife alerting him that she had been trying to get hold of him all afternoon and that a family emergency had prompted her to book an immediate flight all the way over to the east coast. Guilt washed through Eric that he’d missed the numerous calls and that he wouldn’t be seeing his wife when he finally made his way home, but Graham quickly distracted him with further conversation, coaxing the trainer into basically re-telling his life story: how he’d gotten into fitness, the programs he used to keep track of his clients, all of it. Eric felt like a suspect being interrogated but it didn’t stop him from basically bearing his soul to the other man. He wasn’t sure why, he just felt like it would be improper not to do as the other told him. For example, when he learned that Eric’s wife wouldn’t be at home, Graham had suggested that his trainer simply stay the night and Eric immediately agreed. At least I’ll already be here for our training session tomorrow, I guess...
Entering one of the many guest rooms within Graham’s expansive abode, Eric began pulling off the clothes that were uncomfortably tight around his frame. He stomped into the en-suite bathroom to take a look at himself and was aghast at what he saw. Almost all of his muscle definition had vanished behind a thick layer of fat! He no longer looked like a well-sculpted pro bodybuilder but rather a beefy powerlifter who had let himself get a little too comfortable. Eric wanted to dismiss it as an illusion of his tired eyes but even after blinking and wiping at his eyes, his engorged reflection remained the same. Thankfully the guest room shower was rather spacious, although Eric felt a little embarrassed by himself as he soaped up the giant spread of his gut, and he had almost lost his footing as he tried to adjust to properly clean his thick tree-trunk legs. I shouldn’t have eaten so much, he told himself miserably as he removed himself from the shower and wrapped an extra large towel around his expanded waistline. I’ll just have to work hard to burn it off and eat clean for the rest of the month. That determination put him at ease as he lowered himself onto the bed and settled into the comfortable mattress, where sleep quickly found him.
The presence of a sudden weight settling upon him startled Eric out of his slumber some eight hours later. His eyes fluttered open to discover a massive muscular body straddling his lap and pinning him down against the bed. Confusingly, his gaze took its sweet time moving up the rippling abs and round pecs before reaching his face. It was Graham smirking down at him, although his jawline was now decorated with stubble and his dark hair was much fuller than it had been in the previous days. His skin was smoother too and had a healthy golden tan rather than that unsightly splotchy complexion; he looked ten years younger! “Morning, stud!” Graham announced in a much deeper voice that reverberated off of the walls.
“H-how?” Eric’s own voice emerged from his lips as a high-pitched whine and as he looked down at himself he saw that his body was even softer and rounder than it had been the night before. He was probably still two-hundred-and-sixty pounds but very little of it was muscle anymore! “What did you do to me? Did you steal my muscles?!” Eric writhed underneath the other man but was unable to shift his weight, and when he moved to strike at him, Graham pinned him down by his wrists and leaned in close.
“Where’s the fun in telling you how I did it?” he taunted. “If you were a bit brighter you would probably be able to answer that yourself, but it’s not my fault that you were too dumb to see all the clues!” To add to his torment of the personal trainer, Graham began to roll his hips forward, grinding their crotches together. Unsurprisingly, the other was tenting his boxer shorts; the sick fuck was definitely getting off on the sudden shift in the physical dynamic between them. “Let me take this moment to thank you though, Eric. You’ve given me everything I need to start up my own personal training empire: the body, the knowledge and the youth. I’d apologise for taking those three things from you but… well, I’m not really that sorry.”
Eric was forced to face the realisation of what the other man was telling him. He dug into his memories, trying to think of his usual chest day routine but came up completely empty. Similarly, when he thought about the diet plan he had constructed for Graham just a few nights before, there was nothing there. All of his fitness knowledge was gone, completely drained out of him just like his muscles! The fight similarly disappeared from him as he accepted his defeat at the hands of his own client. He burned with shame and fought back tears - but he also found himself getting hard at the friction of their cocks grinding together. Apparently Graham hadn’t just given him his untrained weight, but had also passed along at least some of his homosexual desires too!
“Now, if you ask nicely, I might even take you on as my first client,” Graham whispered in a sultry tone, bringing his face dangerously close to Eric’s as he spoke. Ashamed of himself as he was, the now former personal trainer wished the other would close the distance and press their lips together, but Graham never did. He seemed perfectly content with continuing to taunt Eric and there was little he could do but whimper in protest. He was putty in the other’s hands and they both knew it. If he wasn’t lucky he’d probably end up blowing his load just from the other grinding down on him!
“H-how am I gonna explain this to my wife? To my clients?” Eric snivelled, no longer attempting to fight back when the pressure on his wrists decreased the other instead used his hands to shake Eric’s considerable man-tits.
Graham just laughed. “That’s your problem, man. Why should I give a damn?” As if the remark wasn’t humiliating enough, it was at that point that Eric finally hit his limit and felt his pants flood with his load while desperate gasps escaped his lips. Soiled and humiliated, Eric could do little other than look up into the handsome face of his client-turned-trainer as they continued to laugh at him, knowing that his life would never be the same again...
