Fit vs. Fat

"Nothing!" I giggled as his lips brushed against my sensitive neck. Ben knew just where to kiss, applying gentle pressure to the ticklish little spot at the nap of my neck; a spot only he knew about, having discovered it after hours of necking in our youth. He knew just how to get me going; all the right places to kiss, the right parts to caress. I could feel that familiar slow heat begin to radiate through my flushed body as he pressed himself firmly against me. I could feel his hard dick rubbing insistently against the generous curve of my ass. One good thing about him was that it wasn't just his muscles that were big. I thoroughly enjoyed sex with Ben, and it would be hard not to, with that 10-inch dick he had that was now throbbing hot and hard against me.

"I've been thinking about you all day," he whispered, nipping playfully at my ear.

"I can tell," I cooed seductively, invitingly, sliding my hand down over the straining bulge in his pants. With that, he spun me around and with a manly grunt reached around my waist, and lifted me over his shoulder. I laughed loudly as he carried me towards the bedroom. I loved when he took control like this. I loved those flashes of wildness that occasionally escaped his normally calm exterior. I loved that wild, masculine part of him that was ready to take me to our bed and claim me as his woman once again.

**********

"Huge boobs!" Ben screamed out.

"No, you idiot! Let me finish!" I said with a laugh, continuing to draw.

Among our friends, the first Friday of every month was game night. This was all Ben's idea, since he loved to play games. He was an overgrown kid at heart. We would switch who hosted the parties and what games we played.

This week, it was us and two other couples. My friend Heidi and her boyfriend Will were hosting the party this week. Also, Ben's friend John, and his wife, Jessica were here. The game was Pictionary. I was drawing a car, and I accidentally drew the wheels a bit too big, making them look like boobs. I drew the rest of the chassis.

"Car!" Ben called out. I pointed at him, telling him he got it correct. I added a plus sign to the drawing and drew a musical note. I saw Ben's cute face scrunch up in concentration, and then I saw the light switch flip on.

"Cartoon?" he said.

"Booya!" I exclaimed, with a laugh, "I think we won this one."

Usually, we didn't win during these get-togethers, but finally, we won this one. I high-fived Ben on my way to taking my place beside him on the couch. I heard the couch strain under my weight, and hoped no one else did. I knew it was nothing, that it would do the same with anyone that sat on it. But still.

After game night, we settled down with a few drinks and just chilled out. Heidi went to grab more drinks as we sat and started to chat.

Will had been dating Heidi for about six months. Heidi was a coffee barista, and she met Will when he came in to get a latte. He was a good guy, and he fit right in during game night, but we hadn't quite become great friends yet. Not as good of friends as Ben and John. John had moved to the area about a year ago, and he worked at the same school as Ben. John and Ben were fast friends. His wife Jessica was very pregnant, almost fit to burst. She was a gorgeous woman, and even being pregnant with twins she still looked great...I couldn't help but be a little jealous of her pretty face and sumptuous cleavage. She was a doctor, and apparently a really good one at that. I got along with her fine, but it always felt like she was putting up a façade. She was friendly enough, but to me, it seemed like an act. She often couldn't make it due to her busy schedule, but she did her best to attend.

"So, Shannon, when do you start with Alexis?" Heidi inquired, re-entering the room with a tray of drinks, which she set down on the coffee table.

"Monday," I said.

"Who's Alexis?" John asked, interest piqued.

"She's a personal trainer," Heidi answered for me, "She whipped me back into shape, and she's gonna do the same with Shannon here."

I quietly admired the new Heidi. She used to be a bit of a pushover, but since she lost weight, she was a whole new woman. She was fit, assertive, and confident. She seemed to have the room in the palm of her hand wherever she went.

"Are you talking about Alexis Winters?" Jessica suddenly interjected.

"Yeah. You know her?" I questioned, shocked to find how prescient Alexis name was. Since hearing about her, it suddenly seemed like everyone knew her.

"Yeah, she's a friend of mine. I like her," Jessica said with a sly smile, flashing those perfect teeth of hers, "I'll probably see her after I pop these babies out. Need to lose the baby weight for my man," she laughed, tugging on John's arm, drawing him in for a playful kiss, which quickly grew wet and sloppy as they lingered on it, making it awkward for everyone in the room. Their lips parted, and Jessica again laughed, "He's gonna want me back in action as soon as possible."

"I got a strange vibe from her," I ventured, hoping to gauge Heidi and Jessica's experiences with Alexis against my own.

"Oh, don't get me wrong, she's a complete bitch," Jessica chuckled lightly, "But I can admire fellow strong willed women. She's tough. I hope you can keep up with her."

"Me too," I replied, still uneasy.

**********

The days passed quickly, and I soon found myself back at the gym, ready for my first session with Alexis.

As I waited for Alexis, I warmed up and stretched. This was my first day of training, and I was nervous about what she had in store for me. I had put on my exercise clothes, some tight, black stretch pants and a gray tank top, something that would allow me to work-out in comfort. I was bent over, touching my toes, when I heard the approaching footsteps.

"I can see where all your weight goes," Alexis quipped as she walked around me, calmly studying my form with those cold, calculating eyes of hers.

I stood up straight and looked at Alexis with a frown, more than a little offended; what was her problem?

I almost gasped when I laid eyes on her, a little shocked by what she was wearing. Her top was nothing more than a sports-bra that, while not overly skimpy, couldn't help but show off her incredible bust. Her impressive valley of cleavage was bared for the world to see. Her flat belly was left unclothed, her muscles evident while maintaining her feminine softness. She wore a small, tight, pair of spandex exercise shorts, which only just went below her ass-cheeks. The shorts had a strip of material on each side that had green, white, and blue stripes. Her long, firm legs led down to her cute pink and white sneakers. She was taller than me, imposingly so, so I had to look up to meet her eyes.

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"I said I saw where all your weight goes," Alexis repeated in that same, flat, matter-of-fact monotone.

"What do you mean by that?" I protested, my anger rising.

"I mean that you have a big ass," Alexis said bluntly, holding my gaze with those unblinking eyes, unwilling, or maybe just unable, to back down.

"How can you just say that to someone?" I spit at her, taken aback, my anger reaching a slow boil.

"That is why we are here, is it not?" she questioned, expression blank and looking little bored.

"Well, it's just, you shouldn't say..." I stammered, struggling to think of an appropriate argument. Her statement had an infallible logic to it, but her bluntness wasn't just off putting and insulting...it was downright mean.

She cut me off with a wave of her hand, "Okay, fine, whatever."

Alexis turned, leaving me hanging with my mouth open, full of impotent anger with nowhere to direct it, as Alexis seemed uninterested in continuing our argument.

Alexis sauntered over toward the scale which was set against the wall, "Alright, first things first, let us get you on the scale to find your base weight."

Alexis directed me towards the scale, and I stomped forward, determined to make her acknowledge my indignation, but she continued to ignore me. I had heard she was a bitch, and I was experiencing that first hand. I walked to the wall and stepped on the scale. She adjusted the scale before speaking, as I glowered at her.

"Okay, you are 5' 5", and you weigh 145 lbs. The average weight for a woman your height is about 135, but I think if we shoot for you losing 20 lbs, that will get you nice and trim for your hubby," Alexis droned in her bored monotone, barely engaging me in a discussion about my own body. Who did she think she was to dictate to me when I was the one paying her!

"I'm just shooting to lose about 10, 15 lbs, so let's just get there and then we'll see," I replied, hoping that Alexis would catch on to the venom dripping from my voice and start to shape up; instead she just rolled her eyes.

"Fine, what do I know? I am just a professional trainer with three years of College, a Bachelors in physiology, and five years experience...what could I possibly know about what is best for your body that you obviously do not know," Alexis retorted sarcastically.

It was my turn to roll my eyes as I stepped off the scale, but I held my tongue. I was already committed to at least this lesson and I wanted my money's worth. Alexis didn't know it, but she was on thin ice with me already, but if she thought that she was going to drive me away before we even started our first session and keep the money I'd already paid up front, she had underestimated my resolve. I was no quitter; not now, not ever!

"So, what first?" I challenged, meeting those unnerving, staring eyes of hers. As she looked down at me, I could tell already that she didn't like me; well the feeling was mutual, bitch. But, if I lost the weight, I didn't care what she thought of me or what I thought of her. This was just another hurdle between me and my goal of reaching my ideal weight, and I intended to succeed.

"Treadmill," she stated simply, indicating toward the row of stationary treadmills with a smooth jerk of her neck.

I followed her to the treadmill and I stepped onto it. She adjusted the settings and turned it on. I began to jog at a nice steady place and Alexis excused herself, mumbling something about paperwork and checking up on me in a few minutes. I was frankly glad to see her leave, if only for awhile. I zoned out, as I normally do when I work out, focusing on just running and breathing rather than the passage of time. I was in the zone until Alexis's voice interrupted.

"Wow! Look at all that jiggle!" she called out flatly to me. I shot her a scowling death stare, and she just gave me a look that dared me to fight back. I grit my teeth. I would not let myself be dragged down to her level.

Alexis pressed a button on the controls in front of me and the pace of the treadmill sped up, "You're body is used to this pace; if you want to lose weight in the time allotted, you're going to have to push yourself; dig deep and work hard...if you're able to, that is," she mocked skeptically. I could only grunt in retort, concentrating on keeping up with the increased pace. I could feel sweat begging to bead on my forehead, and was embarrassed to feel the increased impact of my feet reverberate in my thighs, confirming Alexis' earlier observation. This bitch was doing this on purpose, to prove some insane point to me...to test my resolve.

Alexis observed me with casual interest now. It seemed like she found either my determination amusing, or the way my body moved. Yeah, real fucking hilarious, whore.

"I can see why you want to lose weight. This cannot be a tantalizing sight to the opposite sex. I would be worried about losing my man if I was in your position as well," Alexis remarked coolly, egging me on. I ran harder, as she added, "I have my work cut out for me."

Things didn't improve when I moved on to the exercise bike. Between the running and the pedaling, I was already soaked with sweat; this was a lot more intense than my regular workout, and my stamina was waning; but I refused to give Alexis the satisfaction and ask for a break. She eyes the growing stain on my back and the beads dripping down my forehead critically; my breathing was becoming ragged, and I wheezed audibly now.

"Out of breath already?" Alexis feigned concern, testing me. Still no reaction from me.

"Just imagine you are riding to a bakery or the candy store," Alexis mocked, "I'm sure you know where they are."

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" I screeched, finally fed up, "I've had enough of this bullshit! I don't need to hear this! You're supposed to be encouraging me, you horrible bitch!"

She looked at me, and I would dare to say she might have been a little impressed, as I saw the dimpled corner of her full lips lift slightly in a satisfied smirk.

"Okay, times up for today. I will see you tomorrow," she replied calmly, turning her back to me and walking away. I looked up at the clock on the wall and realized that our first session had indeed already passed; I had just made it.

I went to the locker room and quickly changed, not wanting to run into Alexis, I decided to forgo a shower and have one when I got home instead. My hair was a sweaty, matted, mess, and my body was sticky with sweat. My legs throbbed with a dull ache as I walked to my car. Despite this, I felt good; energized. Despite Alexis terrible attitude and horrible remarks, or maybe because of them, I felt like I had accomplished something.

I had endured.

**********

I was fuming about her as I drove home. My suspicions had been confirmed. I now understood what Heidi and Jessica had said; Alexis was one grade-A bitch. She was demanding. She was mean. Her snotty little comments were cruel and unnecessary.

"I don't know if I can keep doing this," I fumed to Ben as we ate dinner that night.

"I think you're over-exaggerating," Ben said cautiously. He didn't like to contradict me, especially when I was passionate about something. Ben wasn't great with conflict, and chose to avoid it. Sometimes it was sweet, and other times it was frustrating.

"No, you weren't there. She's evil. She said some awful things to me," I pouted, justifying my dislike of her.

"Well, how do you feel?" Ben asked.

"Angry. Isn't that clear?" I retorted sarcastically.

"No, I mean physically, how do you feel?" Ben asked calmly.

"I am pretty sore, I guess. It was a good workout," I begrudgingly admitted. It was frustrating to admit that Alexis had been a harsh, but effective, taskmaster. The workout had worn me out. I was sore, but a good sore. She really pissed me off, but that did motivate me to work harder. Maybe that was her method? Maybe she was simply doing it to motivate me.

"Maybe you should stick with it, and if you still feel the same way, then move on. Don't let one tough day get you down," Ben encouraged, as he picked up the dishes and began clearing the table. He put his hand under my chin and brought his lips to mine.

I looked up at him. I was so in love with him. I would do anything for him. I could stick it out, for him. I could lose this weight. I could put up with that bitch.

**********

"Come on, fat ass! Get going!" Alexis barked. I shot daggers at her with my eyes.

We were running laps on the track, and she did not look the least bit winded as she ran. She ran backwards as she barked insults at me. No one batted an eye as she called me 'Fat-Ass' or 'Thunder-Thighs.' They just kept running; but I could see the smirks on their smug faces as they passed...hear the whispered laughs. I just shook my head and picked up the pace.

Alexis had missed her calling as a drill instructor. That is what this felt like. Boot camp. And she was the remorseless hard ass in charge, "Keep up Cupcake...if you can!"

We later moved on to the weights, and as I was curling a dumbbell, Alexis again felt the need to chime in with some more 'encouragement.'

"Just imagine you are lifting an ice cream cone to your mouth. Come on, it is pretty obvious you gorge yourself regularly with sugary treats," Alexis teased. The less I reacted to her, the more she'd provoke me. It was like some terrible game to her.

I even started to feel her influence when she wasn't around. Whenever I would think about cheating on my diet, her voice and the countless insults that would spew forth from that sewage pipe she called a mouth if she knew convinced me otherwise. I was eating the foods she wanted me to eat in order to lose weight. That was why it was infuriating when I got on the scale, with Alexis by my side, and discovered I had not lost a pound.

"Are you fucking serious?" Alexis exclaimed, "Are you even trying? Are you even taking this seriously?"

"Yeah, I am. I am doing everything you said," I replied meekly. She looked absolutely furious with me, and I could offer no defense; the scale didn't lie.

This gave her the excuse to ride me twice as hard as normal. I had to run at twice the speed, for twice the distance on the treadmill. And she was twice as mean.

"Look at you...wheezing! I want you to run so hard you puke. Come on! I run faster and farther than this every day! What you're doing here is a fucking breeze! Anybody who is even slightly in shape could do this without breaking a sweat. God, you are pathetic. COME...ON!" she yelled at me, terrorizing me with her words.

I ran literally as hard as I could. And true to her word, she didn't let up until I had to run to the bathroom to puke. It was then that she finally called it a day.

I was feeling pretty rough for the rest of the day; nauseous and weak in the knees. I knew I wanted to lose weight, but, more importantly, I would show this bitch how dedicated I was. I vowed to myself, that by the end of this, I would be even more fit and attractive than she was.

And I had to begrudgingly admit; that was really saying something.

**********

(Alexis)

I dislike just about everyone. And I enjoy that fact about myself. I do not have many friends; only acquaintances. And, honestly, I do not really care about any of them. If I did not have to deal with anyone on a regular basis, I would be perfectly fine. I mainly kept what little 'friends' I had to keep up appearances, as with many other things in my life. And again, I like this aspect of myself. Why? It's quite simple: I am a narcissistic sociopath.

As long as I could remember, I felt different. While the other children I grew up with made friends quickly, I felt no such compulsion. I did not understand the concept of companionship. I was perfectly happy to play by myself. I will admit there was some lashing out on my part. I was a terror to be around even at a young age. I was a bully, and I was mean. I dominated those around me; child or adult. Can you blame me? I was smarter than them all.

My inability to connect with people, including family, worried my parents so much they took me to seek counseling. We finished these sessions, but the therapist did not tell me the conclusion he had drawn, answering only to my parents. It would be years before I discovered his diagnosis of my true nature. All I knew was after these counseling sessions, my parents kept a wary eye on me; constantly trying to talk with me and get in my head. This was futile on their part though, as I quickly learned how to tell people what they wanted to hear. I was immutable and indecipherable, able to manipulate them as easily as a puppeteer pulls strings on a marionette.

I learned to make people dance for me.

To this end, I learned to be more closely guarded in my feelings. I stopped lashing out and began to internalize my feelings. My parents seemed happier with this perceived 'progress', which gave me more freedom.

Nothing restricted my movements. No one held me back. I freely pursued my desires at the expense of those around me. Emotional attachment was a weakness I did not possess.