Fit vs. Fat

"Oh-uh...sorry. That's great," I blinked, slightly embarrassed; had Shannon gotten it mixed up? I felt like an ass.

"Now, I can't help but notice that you seem pretty good shape already," she complimented me, her soft hand lingering on my arm, tracing down my bicep and giving it a firm squeeze, testing it's hardness. I was starting to feel a little uncomfortable; the impression Shannon had given me was that she was a cold fish, but she seemed more like a playful puppy dog. I had come in ready to raise heck, but her casual flirtiness was throwing me off my game.

"Well, I'm mainly here for moral support," I laughed, and moved back slightly, her hand releasing its grip and falling away as she joined me.

"Well, hopefully, I can still give you a good workout," Alexis said with a playful wink, "Do try to keep up."

"Uh, yeah," I replied with another awkward laugh, and looked toward Shannon.

"Well, I guess I won't hold you up from your sweetie," Alexis said...there was a strange flatness to her tone when she said this that hadn't been there in the rest of our conversation.

Alexis turned and led me over to Shannon, who was still exerting herself. I couldn't help but notice Alexis' bouncing butt as she walked. The shorts she was wearing were practically painted on. I had to admit exercise had done wonders for her because she had a spectacular bubble butt.

We reached Shannon, and the machine pulled her arms back as she noticed me.

"Hey, baby," Shannon greeted me with a bright smile, but her voice cracked slightly, betraying her weariness. She wiped her brow with a towel and gave me a quick peck. She was soaked with sweat, the back of her shirt was soaked through as I hugged her and kissed her forehead.

"How's it going?" I asked.

"Oh, it's going well. You know, I'm feeling the burn," she said with a strained laugh.

"Alright guys, we have to keep this going while her blood is pumping," Alexis interrupted, "Don't want that heart rate to drop and have to start all over."

"Okay, well, what's next?" I asked.

"Well, I was thinking we could move on to a nice jog, keep your heart rate up and build some much needed stamina." Alexis suggested.

"Uh, yeah, sounds good," I nodded in agreement. We followed Alexis upstairs to the elevated track that surrounded the parameter of the gym. Within minutes, we were on the track, jogging at a brisk pace.

My favorite method of exercise, by far, was running. I loved to run. I was able to be alone with my thoughts. I never thought more clearly than when I was running. My best ideas always came to me when I was running. I made the decision to propose to Shannon while running. I had to admit, I was a pretty good runner; I had stamina and endurance. I could run for over an hour without breaking a sweat. I'd even participated in some marathons and placed pretty good for a hobby runner. Shannon wasn't at that point yet, so I hung back to run alongside her. I could tell Alexis was slowing down her pace as well, staying a few feet in front of us.

"You...don't have to slow down, Ben," Shannon exhaled, sucking in another mouthful of air.

"What are you talking about?" I questioned, keeping pace with my wife.

"Oh...c'mon, you're a...runner. You can go...faster than this," Shannon rasped, struggling to keep her breath while talking.

"I'm fine," I responded. Truthfully, I was hardly testing myself, but I didn't want to discourage her; I was here to support her after all.

"Ben, I...don't like to talk when I'm running. If you're...hanging back for a great...conversation, you'll be...disappointed," she tried to laugh, but it came out as a cough instead.

"Like I said, I'm fine," I reassured her.

"Ben...you're distracting...me. I can't...focus on this and be next to...you at the same time," Shannon wheezed openly now, her face red from the effort of talking, running, and breathing.

"Why, do I smell bad?" I joked. She laughed in a sort of sickly sputter.

"No...It's just, you...drive me so incredibly...wild being so close," she quipped sarcastically, "It's...your man...musk."

"Ha ha ha...ok fine, I get the picture," I leaned down, kissed her cheek, and picked up the pace. I was soon running at my normal pace, which matched the speed that Alexis was running at. We ran side-by-side without a word for about half a lap before she began to talk.

"You're a runner, aren't you?" Alexis stated rather than inquired. I looked over at her. Like myself, she had only a light sheen of sweat. She smiled at me as I glanced at her.

"Yeah, actually. I run every day," I answered.

"Where at?" she probed gently.

"Well, I run through the park, through the neighborhood near my house." I told her. "I wake up at five and go running before I have to get ready for work, just before the sun breaks. Helps get me going."

"Oh my God, I do the same thing! When I tell people I do that, and they look at me like I'm crazy. It's nice to meet someone who is as dedicated to running as much as I do," Alexis said, effortlessly maintaining her focus as she ran, adding, "We should be running buddies."

"Oh, I don't know if that's a good idea," I laughed uncomfortably; was she coming onto me or something? What was with this familiarity? "You're a trainer. I probably can't keep up with you."

"I don't know, you're in pretty damn good shape yourself. I am pretty good at being able to tell when someone can keep up with me, and I think you have the potential," Alexis complimented me.

"Well, I'll think about it," I told her, non-committal. We slowed up to a stop as we finished the distance Alexis wanted us to run, and we waited patiently for Shannon to finish.

"So, Shannon is doing well?" I questioned, curious of Alexis' assessment.

"Well, sometimes, it takes awhile to break some people's bad habits. She is still getting there, and if she is dedicated enough, the pounds should start melting off...but she can't seem to realize that this isn't just about losing weight," Alexis explained, holding my gaze with those serious grey eyes, "It's about creating a foundation of good health; stamina, endurance, and diet so that the weight stays off. She's desperate to lose weight and I think she's frustrated that it's not happening yet," I nodded as Shannon approached; Alexis seemed to know her stuff, and was fair in her assessment.

"Well, I think we can call it a day. Shannon, I'll see you here tomorrow. Ben, let me know when you are planning to show up. I can individually cater a good workout for the both of you," Alexis said, clapping her hands together with authority.

"Okay, that sounds great," I replied. Shannon coughed and gave her a red-faced scowl.

"Great. I'll see you guys soon," Alexis waved casually, walking away, her hips swaying with a confident swagger. I put my arm around Shannon's shoulders as we walked the opposite direction.

"Well, she seems nice," I told her, giving her should a reassuring squeeze. She looked into my eyes pleadingly.

"Please tell me you don't buy that bullshit. Today was the only time I've ever seen her smile, let alone be friendly, and she only started doing that once you showed up!" Shannon spat exasperated, face beet red and hair a tangled, sweaty mess.

"Of course not, sweetie," I told her, pulling her in for another kiss. At this revelation, she smiled. Like I said, I liked genuine people, and I could easily tell that Alexis was not being genuine with me. I was a teacher, and I could tell when people would turn on the charm when they wanted something. Alexis was totally giving me that vibe. As if she didn't think Shannon didn't tell me what she put her through. I could see right through Alexis. Besides, it wasn't like I thought my wife was crazy. I knew she wasn't making up stories.

"I'll tell you what, if having me around makes her treat you better, I'll try to be here more often, if that's okay with you," I offered. She smiled and nodded.

"That might be for the best," Shannon said, "I want to lose the weight fast, but I don't know how much more of her I can take. Maybe having you around will make her nicer."

**********

(Alexis)

Holy Fuck! I did not expect that fat, saggy bitch to have a husband like that. To be perfectly frank, he was the hottest guy I had ever seen. He pushed all my buttons. He was hot. He was buff. And he seemed so innocent and sweet. My pussy moistened and my nipples tightened at the sight of him. I suppose you could say I was smitten with him; at least, in as much as I felt an immediate, overwhelming, physical attraction to him. I was smitten... and confused. How could Shannon be attached to a man like that? It made no logical sense to me...they were obviously so incompatible as mates. What could a perfect physical specimen like him possibly see in a waste of genetic material like her?

The more I thought about it, the more I felt what could be akin to anger. The thought of them together deeply offended me...it went against the nature of the world, against millions of years of evolution; it was a shameful waste! How dare she trick him into saddling himself with a fat mess of a girl like her? Unfamiliar sensations overwhelmed my usual cool and collected demeanor. I felt my body tense and my jaw clench, as an unfamiliar heat emanated from my chest and caused my face to flush; was this hate? Before Ben had walked into the picture, I had felt my usual indifference towards Shannon; she was just another pitiful specimen wasting my time with her delusions of becoming attractive by losing a few pounds; but now I felt something.

I hated her.

Initially, I was caught off guard by Ben, and I could tell that he saw through me when I turned on the charm. It did not matter; if he saw me as being superficial, it would cause him to lower his guard, make him complacent. The more secure he was in his belief that he was in control, the easier it would be to manipulate him. He would fall, just like every other man. I have found that men will fuck just about anything. If a hottie like me throws herself at you, their attitude does not matter. All that matters is if they are hot. I was an evil bitch, and I would freely, even proudly, admit that. But I had no problem getting laid. None at all.

I have often heard the quote that men can be more openly evil, more physically evil, while women are more emotionally evil. I completely agree with this hypothesis. Men fight each other. Men start wars. But women...they can tear apart a person's soul. Women have the power to bring others down to their knees, man or woman. And I intended to do that with this supposedly happy couple. I would reveal Shannon to be the miserable, whimpering, sad sack of shit I knew her to be. I would put Shannon on her knees, crying, while I put her man on his knees, eating my sweet pussy.

I could feel it in my bones. This was it; this was it...my ultimate fantasy. I had dreamed of completely emotionally eviscerating a woman, and Shannon fit the bill. She barely knew me, yet I would have a deeper impact on her life than anyone. I knew I could do it. I knew I could destroy her...completely.

All men loved beautiful women. All of them. Some would act more 'progressive' and date ugly girls, saying it was their 'great personality' that mattered most, but in the end, they would stick with a hottie if they could, no matter what her personality was.

Some men liked to act like looks did not matter. And Ben was a prime example of that. He had tricked himself into not being with a woman on his level, but I would teach him the error of his ways. I would teach him what really matters in a woman. I would teach him what a mistake it was to marry a fraud of a woman like Shannon; a sad, stupid, fatty with no tits. I would show him he needs a fit woman like me in his life.

I knew I would have to maintain this act for awhile. I would maintain this façade I had created. If I did not, he would defend his wife and get her away from me. I would play the friendly, flirty, superficial girl to him, while still being an evil bitch to her. It did not matter if he saw through it...that would make him confident that he could handle me; complacent in his own seduction, so self assured that he was smarter than me and had seen through my disguise. All that really mattered was that he would get more glimpses of my hot body. As I had learned, the fact that I had big tits would allow me to get away with a lot of things most women could not. Even if Ben did not explicitly know it, he would want to think the best of me. I had big tits. I was beautiful; I could not be evil.

I would be friendly long enough to get close to him, all the while showing off my hot body to him. Once I worked my way in close, I would start to let my true self emerge. And he would respond. I know he would. Good guys like him love bad girls. It just takes some time for them to realize it. Once I let my true self emerge, I had no doubt he would be desperate to get in my pants.

I could tell that Ben liked to think that it did not matter what weight Shannon was, he would still love her; he wanted to believe that he was a good man, incapable of judging others based solely on their physical appearance. I did not quite believe it. I would say if she were to gain about ten or so pounds, max, Ben would begin to find her unattractive, and his eye would begin to wander. I planned to test that theory.

I had a little ace up my sleeve. I only brought it out for special occasions. A bottle of pills. I would tell Shannon they were proven diet pills, but they were not. They were, in fact, weight-gain pills, designed to build mass in pro-athletes. Not so good for a woman trying to lose weight. She would be baffled as, despite her diet and exercising, she would put more and more weight, her gut expanding, her rolls of disgusting flab becoming more pronounced, her already huge ass fatter...a living nightmare; a prisoner in her own body. And with the abuse I was about to lump on her, very soon, she would not need those pills to pack on the pounds; she would be doing that to herself, a slave to her own lack of self control, placating her low self-esteem with comfort food; I could just tell she was a stress eater. And despite her husband's promise to the contrary, he would not be satisfied with a flabby blob for a wife.

Shannon had come to me to lose a few pounds, but she was going to lose a lot more than that.

**********

(Shannon)

"Move your ass you fucking tub of lard!" Alexis barked as I ran on the treadmill. The speed was a little higher than I was used to, and I was having a little trouble getting caught up. Ever since Ben had shown up for that session a few days ago, Alexis' abuse had escalated. Ben was nearing the end of the school year, so he had gotten extremely busy, and had been unable to get back to the gym with me since that first session.

I don't know why I was putting myself through this abuse, I really don't. Everyone I knew said she was tough, that she was a bitch, but she was good; but this was a fucking nightmare! I just hoped that this was all part of her plan. That maybe there was a method to her madness. That maybe she actually did like and respect me, and she was putting me through this boot camp in order to motivate me. That had to be it. They wouldn't let her work with people if she was as rotten to the core as she seemed to be. Maybe at the end of all this, when I slimmed down, she would shake my hand and say good job. That had to be the case, because I wouldn't have to put up with the nasty things she spouted otherwise.

Her words had taken a darker turn since she had met my husband. Before, her words had mainly been just deprecating to me, calling me sad, fat, and pathetic. But since she met Ben, she had gone a different direction. Sure, she still called me fat, sad, and pathetic, but she added to her repertoire of insults.

When I was jogging, Alexis would openly muse, "God, it is a wonder you landed a man with all that nasty fat, lardo!"

When I was on the Stairmaster, Alexis would taunt, "Do you think that husband of yours will hang around a girl who cannot go up a few stairs without huffing and puffing, Stay-Puft?"

When I was on the exercise bike, Alexis would spit, "You already wearing out? If you do not push yourself, that man of yours is not sticking around! Who would want to hang around a downright obese piece of shit like you, you...fatty...fat...FAT!?"

When I told her Ben wasn't showing up because he had work to take care of, "Work? Yeah, right. He is not staying late at work. He is not missing all of these sessions because of work. I bet he is shacked up in a hotel somewhere getting some pussy while you're wasting my time here. And if he is not, he should be. He deserves it."

That last one pissed me off. It was literally the first thing I told her that session, and she came after me immediately with that. I had to say something.

"You, know, I don't have to put up with this. You're crossing the line..." I started. She stepped up to me and got in my face, almost confrontationally.

"Well, then prove me wrong, bitch. Make yourself attractive for him so he will not have to stray," she came back at me with. I just gritted my teeth and walked past her.

So, yeah, you can see what I was putting up with. Sometimes, I just wanted to hit her. But I told myself to use this as motivation, and it would be that much sweeter when I was trim and better looking than she could dream of.

We reached the end of one of our sessions when she met with me to discuss my diet.

"Since your current diet does not seem to be working, and you insist you are not cheating on it, then I guess it is time to move on to something new," Alexis said, handing over a piece of paper before continuing, "This diet is more severe than your current one, but that seems to be the only way. Plus, take these," she explained, handing over a bottle of pills, "Take one of these with each meal. These should hopefully help you shed the pounds."

I tried this new diet, and I felt like I was barely eating. The food I was eating was bland and tasteless, and the pill seemed to not be having an effect. I almost cried when I looked at the scale and saw that I had put on a pound. I had put so much hard work, had eaten barely anything, and had put up with so much emotional abuse, and for nothing. It wasn't working. I had to wonder if I was wasting my time. Ben didn't care if I had a few extra pounds. But, no, I had to push through this. I just knew that once I got over that hill and started losing weight, the pounds would fall right off.

I rededicated myself to working out, and I was strict about my diet. After a week or so, there was still no progress. On one of my days off from training, one of my co-workers took me out for lunch. It was a nice day, and the restaurant we went to had tables outside. I was absolutely starving, and for the first time, I cheated on my diet. I got a nice, juicy burger, and I was practically drooling when the waitress dropped it off. I had just taken my first bite when I heard from over my shoulder, someone mutter, "Fucking figures."

I looked up to see Alexis, also on her day off, walk by. I dropped the burger to the plate.

"What's up?" my friend asked.

"That was my trainer. She's gonna kill me." I said. I sent the burger away. I cheated on my diet, and I couldn't even enjoy it.

Just like I thought, as soon as she saw me, Alexis absolutely lit into me during our next session.

"You are pretty bold to show your face here, after I caught you cheating on your diet, pound cake? Why should I waste my time? As soon as we are done, you just go out and pig out on cake and burgers. I do not care what you are paying me if you are just going to waste time that I could be spending on someone that actually cares about their body!"