Fit vs. Fat

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(Shannon)

I was feeling pretty down the next morning. When I was in the bathroom getting ready in the morning, I weighed myself and was horrified to discover I was three pounds heavier than I was when I started seeing Alexis. I stared at the digital readout, unbelieving...how could this be? All that sweat, all that pain, both physical and emotion, and not only was it for nothing, I was actually getting further from my goal. Ben walked into the bathroom to shave, as he usually did while I finished up, and saw me on the scale. I quickly stepped off as he approached, not wanting him to see my shame, and faked a smile, "L-lost two pounds! Just 13 more to go..." I lied, cutting him off before he could ask. Ben hugged me reassuringly and told me I would get there, and how proud he was.

I felt sick as he kissed me on my forehead. I had never lied to Ben before, but I couldn't let him know I'd put on weight. Not when he had Alexis to compare me too. The fact that he was proud of me was the worst part though, because the reality was that I was failing him. I had to work harder...I had to succeed now; I had no other choice.

As sick as it was, Alexis was now my only hope.

But I dreaded going in to meet with Alexis; I dreaded going in without Ben by my side, to keep her on her best behavior and distract her from torturing me, particularly knowing that I'd be up there on that damned scale again, subject to her judgments and harsh criticisms. But, strangely enough, when I hot there, Alexis was uncharacteristically pleasant.

I don't know what got in to her, but she was friendlier than I had ever seen her. It was easily the most pleasant experience I had ever had with her. She was pleasant and encouraging and downright positive to me. I felt like if the rest of the training went this well, I could handle this easily.

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(Ben)

I was happy to hear that Alexis had lived up to her word. Shannon seemed elated that she was getting positive reinforcement, and she seemed excited about the future of her training. So, for the first time, I was looking forward to one of these training sessions. I felt like, maybe, just maybe, I had misjudged Alexis. She had a method that usually worked, and it didn't work for Shannon, and she was willing to adjust her methods. I could now start to feel a modicum respect for her. She was good at her job. She had some unusual methods, but I could see how that would work for some people. But Shannon was unique. Shannon was...not most women.

I had changed into my swim trunks and was waiting by the pool at the gym. Shannon emerged from the Women's change room in a cute one-piece swimsuit; bright yellow with a large sunflower print on the left side. She was self-conscious about wearing her bikini in front of other people besides me, especially Alexis, so she opted for her one-piece. It didn't matter to me. She looked cute in whatever she wore.

"I hate swimming," Shannon complained with a pout. She had never been too good in the water.

"Yeah, I've never been crazy about it either," I comforted her. This was something of a lie, as I actually had no strong feelings against swimming, but I didn't want her to feel alone in this.

"Yeah, but you're a good swimmer," Shannon said.

"I'm okay. You're not a bad swimmer either," I replied coolly.

"Not as good as you," she repeated with a smile.

"Okay guys, you ready to swim?" Alexis called out from behind us. Shannon and I turned and looked for her, and I will admit that she would be impossible to overlook.

Alexis wasn't wearing a normal athletic swimsuit, one that was practical for swimming laps; no, she was wearing a beach bikini. A bikini not built for practicality, but one built to show off her body. It was a cool grey number that matched her eyes. The bottom was skimpy and clingy, but it covered enough of her as not to violate the laws of decency. The top's purpose was more to cover her (barely) as opposed to providing any support for her large breasts. It consisted of two triangular patches stretched tightly across her breasts, molding to them while still showing them off, as the sides of each breasts were still visible. The patches were tied together by thin strings. The only other thing she wore was a bright smile.

"Hey guys, you ready to go?" Alexis asked cheerfully. We were both still too flabbergasted by her outfit to reply immediately, so we just nodded awkwardly in unison, eyes wide and mouths embarrassingly agape.

"Okay, I think we can do laps for awhile. That'll get the blood pumping," Alexis suggested, thankfully not calling attention to our shocked and awed reaction to her arrival.

Alexis led us into the pool area, and we stood in a line across the edge of it. Alexis was the first to dive, cutting the water with the grace of a natural swimmer. I was shocked to see how good of a swimmer she was; most swimmers are slim and didn't possess the more than generous bust that she had to create resistance, but Alexis glided through the water as if she were born there, pulled along by strong arms and pushed by strong legs. We watched her finish her first lap and as she approached us, she stood in the water and looked up at us.

"Come on, guys. Let's go," Alexis cooed invitingly, that sly smile crossing her lips. I couldn't help but glance at her glistening chest. The bikini top molded to her chest, and her breasts quivered hypnotically as she spoke. I shook my head and dove into the water, Shannon followed behind me.

I was a pretty good swimmer, but I didn't enjoy it as much as I did running. Swimming, quite frankly, kicked my ass. It was an acquired taste, and I never acquired it. But Alexis did, because she swam circles around both me and Shannon. She was so smooth in the water, and her body glided through the water with graceful ease. Shannon was struggling, but I couldn't blame her. As anyone who has swam knows, it is a lot harder than you think. Trying to swim full speed will take everything out of you if you are not good at it. So it was no surprise that as we finished up, Shannon rushed to the bathroom to puke. I wasn't feeling much better, but Alexis was feeling fine. She was in excellent shape, and could handle just about anything, it seemed.

"I'm disappointed, Ben. I thought you would be better at this," Alexis said.

"I've never been much of a swimmer," I told her, still catching my breath.

"Well, it's something I can teach you," Alexis offered in that honeyed voice of hers, her full lips spreading in a hungry smile.

"Yeah, maybe." I said, standing up straight, "Oh, thanks for taking it easy on her. I appreciate it," I really meant it too; Shannon had been in a much better mood lately, which made my life easier.

"Oh, no problem. I'd do anything to satisfy my customers," she said, "We'll find out if your theory was effective in a week or so. If by the end of the week, she has lost some weight, than I will change my ways. If not, then, I guess I'll have been proven right, and have a new running buddy," she winked at me with a playful confidence that unnerved me. I was confident that Shannon could do it, but Alexis seemed even more confident that she couldn't, and this made me worry.

"Well, we'll see," I responded coolly, betraying nothing.

Our conversation was cut thankfully short as Shannon returned from the bathroom. She still looked pale and sickly to me, her eyes slightly glassy, and her stomach a little bloated.

"Feeling better?" I asked, concerned.

"A little," Shannon replied weakly, her glassy eyes looking for sympathy.

"I know this was tough for you guys, so I figured we could use the sauna for a bit, try to relax and sweat away our problems," Alexis offered.

"Sounds good," I answered eagerly. Truth was that I had pushed myself a little too far, and could feel the acid burning in my sore muscles; a steam bath would feel great right about now. Shannon nodded her head weakly, her relief obvious. I put my arm around her shoulders and hugged her close, helping her along on wobbly legs, still weak from the swim, back to the changing area.

Within a few minutes, I had slipped out of my trunks and wrapped a towel around myself. I walked to the sauna, and as I reached it, Shannon emerged nearby, with a towel wrapped around herself. We entered the empty sauna together and found some seats as we acclimated to the heat.

"So, it seems like Alexis has finally come around," I offered, trying to comfort Shannon, who still looked pretty rough.

"I hope so. If she can focus on the exercise as opposed to yelling at me, then this might go better," Shannon sighed as she sank back against the wall, eyes closed as she unwound. I nodded in agreement.

I had really appreciated a sauna before, but it felt really good to sit down and relax, and like Alexis said, sweat out our worries. Things were going great, and then the door opened.

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(Shannon)

I agreed with Ben that things were going better. Alexis had shown that she was able to be friendly without Ben being present to keep her in line. I felt like if things could continue this way, I should lose that weight quickly. I felt like, finally, things were starting to go my way. I was ready to relax in the sauna, ready to forget the issues that had plagued me these last few weeks. Then the door opened.

I wish I had been able to move on from the mindset I had in my younger days. The mindset I had before I married Ben; but when that door opened, I reverted back to high school Shannon. The gawky, insecure, jealous teenage girl who envied the pretty, popular, girls with the big boobs.

We both looked up as the door opened, and in walked Alexis, wearing only a towel, tied around that ridiculous chest of hers.

"Hey, guys," she cooed nonchalantly, casually sauntering towards us and taking a seat next to Ben, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

What gave me issue wasn't simply her proximity to Ben, though I did think it bold of her to sit right next to him when the sauna was completely empty. What gave me issue was the way she paraded those big tits of hers around in front of us. What gave me issue was the fact the towel she was wearing was tied so low and tight on her bulbous chest, just above her nipples, so low I could swear I saw a hint of rosy pink areola, crushing her fat tits together to create a cavernous cleavage to display proudly to the both of us, almost daring Ben to stare into that deep, inviting pit in front of me, his wife!

Ben had had multiple opportunities previously to admire at Alexis's body, and like a good husband, he had not even turned his head, instead keeping his eyes on me. That's why I loved him, because he didn't care about such shallow things as big boobs and firm butts. He had never been that kind of guy.

"Oh, this feels great...don't you feel better now Shannon?" Alexis groaned sensuously, leaning back, thrusting out her ridiculous chest even further, taxing the towel's ability to keep her modest, her flesh creeping over the edge, as she ran her fingers through her silky mane of dark hair. She looked like a walking beer commercial.

"Oh, uh, yeah," I croaked, looking back at her. I glanced at my husband, just as I saw him take a glance at Alexis's juicy cleavage. I jerked my eyes straight forward in shock, facing away from both of them. I couldn't believe it. My husband, the man who had never shown interest in any other woman, who had never shown any indication that a girl's cup size mattered to him, had just checked out my personal trainer's massive rack.

My husband couldn't be one of those guys, could he? Was it possible that, deep down, my husband secretly wanted a woman with giant breasts? Was my bra size a source of disappointment for him? If he had the choice, would he rather have a woman with a massive set of dense, firm, tits like Alexis'?

Maybe I was reading too much into things. He had tried to get us to work things out; to smooth things over between Alexis and me...though he did seem to defend her quite a bit whenever I complained. I had assumed it was because he was playing Devil's Advocate, since he wasn't there to see how horrible she was to me, but now...was he being sympathetic to her simply because of her tremendous rack? Did he gloss over her obvious character defects just because she has a big set of tits? Was Ben secretly that shallow?

I steeled myself and turned around, to find her chatting with Ben. He seemed like he was maintaining eye contact, but I couldn't help but glance at the view she was providing, and wonder if his eyes were darting down to steal a glimpse, as his head was turned away from me.

Alexis breasts glistened with a thin sheen of sweat, beads of which rolled down the expanse of her chest, down the hilly slopes of her burgeoning breasts, and into that dark, inviting, valley of cleavage. I had to admit it was an appetizing sight for any man, as even I couldn't help but stare openly. Maybe my eyes had played tricks on me. I watched my husband during this conversation, not hearing their words. My husband must have said something funny, because Alexis turned her head and laughed, pushing her hair coyly behind her ear. I watched as my husband took advantage, once again stealing another glance at her big, bulbous breasts as they shuddered with the convulsions of her melodious laughter.

I could not believe it. My husband was enamored with Alexis's big breasts, like some horny teenager! Was it just a coincidence that he began to make it here on a regular basis once she started wearing skimpier clothing? Did my husband have a little crush on this horrid bitch? He knew how much of a bitch she was to me, I had told him as much, and he had even agreed with me! But, noooo, because she had big tits, that didn't matter! Since she had big tits, she could do whatever she wanted. She could get by in life being a total bitch, but that's okay as long as she paraded her big boobs around in tight clothes for men like Ben to ogle. That's bullshit! Things never changed. There was an unfair double standard; girls with big boobs could get away with so much more than us regular women.

I stewed in anger for the rest of our steam bath. I'm sure they noticed it, but I didn't care; I wanted them to. I wanted Ben to feel ashamed, and Alexis to feel uncomfortable, as she apparently had no shame.

I was still pissed at the whole situation when I went into the locker room to take a shower. I was the only one in there, so I just stood there and let the water run over my head as I pondered today's events. I didn't get to think too long, as I heard another shower turn on across the room. I started washing all the sweat off when I happened to glance at the other person in the shower. I normally kept my eyes to myself, and I only meant it as a quick glance, but when I saw who it was, I couldn't help but stare.

It was Alexis that stood there in the shower with me, and she was in the buff. I had never even seen her in the locker room before, but there she was, scrubbing herself down, bare ass naked beside me. I could only see her from the side, which didn't allow me to see any of the goods, not that I necessarily wanted to. Then she turned to face me as she scrubbed down her front.

And there they were, right there. My personal trainer's giant breasts. Even though I hated her, even though I hated the fact that she had humongous boobs, I couldn't help but admit her tits were stupendous. Fucking works of art. I wish I could say they were saggy, they weren't; they were incredibly firm, unbelievably all-natural, and infuriatingly perky. I wished I could say they were abnormal in some way, but they weren't. There was not a blemish on them, and the nipples were the ideal size. The areola's looked round and smooth, a healthy rosy shade of pink, and there was not a single tan line. Those suckers sat firmly on her chest, jaw-droppingly gigantic and infuriatingly perfect. They were in sharp contrast to her devoid of fat, flat belly, and this led my eyes downward.

I couldn't help but glance at her pussy. Like the rest of her, it looked perfect. It looked nice and cute and clean, with a trim line of hair above it. I had to pull my eyes away, and as I looked up, I realized she was looking back at me, with that knowing, self satisfied, grin of hers.

Surprisingly, she didn't say a word. She just looked at me as she washed herself. It was like she was putting on a private, dirty, little show for me, as she soaped up her hands, developing a good amount of lather, and ran hand hands over her dense tits, roughly kneading and caressing her fleshy orbs, rolling the firm flesh around her chest, as she held my stare with those cold, grey, passionless eyes of hers. I just stared at her dumbly, mouth slightly agape, as her hands drifted down, lathering up her stomach next, and slowly making their way to her tight twat. It was almost as if she was playing with herself in front of me...mocking me as she reveled in my humiliation, but I was powerless to look away, so enamored I was with her perfect, hypnotic, body.

Although she had been relatively friendly these last few days, the look on her face was one of sheer arrogance. It was as if she was saying, 'You wish you could have a body like this, don't you, you fat pig?' And she was not wrong.

I looked down at myself. A saggy belly with a little bit of a pooch. Tits, that compared to hers, just seemed meager, sad, and underdeveloped...almost non-existent. I looked back over at her and she had turned around. I now had a full-on view of her ass, and damn if it wasn't perfect too. Heart-shaped, perfectly firm, with two round, full cheeks. Something that any man would love to grab a hold of. She looked back at me, lathering up her hands and kneading her firm cheeks, as I fumed with jealousy...and envy.

She was perfect. Fucking perfect. I had to admit, I wanted a body like hers. I wanted that perfect ass. I wanted those huge tits. And I wasn't gonna get those by eating salads and rice cakes. I needed to get some fat on me to get tits like those. Losing weight wasn't the answer. My husband said my weight didn't matter to him, but it was becoming clear that huge tits did matter to him, so if I put on some weight, my tits would have to grow some. Right? I knew this line of thought had gotten me in trouble in the past, but like I said, losing weight wouldn't make my tits grow.

I imagined myself in her place, with me having her body. I imagined having her jutting breasts on my chest. I imagined me having her flat belly. I imagined me having her perfect ass. I would look so hot that way. As hot as her. If I had that body, I would show it off...and if she had mine, I would torment her as well.

But my own body tore through the fantasy, and as I looked down at my saggy body, my heart dropped. For the first time, I realized I could never have that body. I would only have this. This fat, disgusting, nasty belly. I looked at her perfect form again. She was blessed in a way I never could be, and no amount of hard work or diet was going to change that.

If I could trade places with her, I would in a heartbeat. She worked hard to stay in shape, but she didn't even have to. Even if she had a few extra pounds, it would only be the difference between being a hard body like her and being voluptuous and curvy like a porn star. She would always have a better body than me. No matter how much work I did, I would never be as voluptuous as her. Even if I lost all the weight I wanted, I would simply be flat and curveless. I would never have the curves that she did. I would never be as hot as Alexis.

That was how my diet came to an end. I could never be as good looking as Alexis, so what was the point of this training? I could never be the hottie on my husband's arm. I could never give him the curves he desired. I would just be the dumpy, overweight wife of a fit stud. I was tired of not eating. I was tired of even trying. I just didn't care anymore.