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Weight Loss is Hard Work Chapter 3
🕑 Added 2021-12-03 17:52:20 +0000 UTCI stepped out of the shower and realized the towel was missing. I was trapped in this obese woman’s room, naked, with no towel. This wasn’t in the government issued training manual. I had to keep my composure and try to be as polite as possible. I left the shower and walked on the carpet as best I could as to not make a mess, the cold air bracing my naked, thin body. I knocked on the door and spoke loudly, though I didn’t shout, just in case her husband had returned.
“Um… Maggie… There aren’t any towels in here…” I said.
I heard her get off the bed. At her size, her location was always quite easy to surmise. “Oops, I’m sorry. I brought it out for the workout.” I could hear her coming closer.
“Maggie, please don’t come-” I couldn’t even finish that sentence as she barged into the bathroom with the towel. I knew I should have locked the door. She was no longer wearing anything but her underwear. The wideness of her ass guaranteed that she couldn’t enter this bathroom without turning sideways, which she was already doing. Half of her was inside, and the other half was still in the bedroom. She had a towel in her hand.
“I hope you don’t mind, but I took off my bottom, it was getting uncomfy,” she said. Then she looked down. As soon as I had gotten over the shock, I had quickly moved my hands down to cover my penis, but it was too late. “Oh my god look how small it is! I haven’t seen one that small in ages, or at least since I met my husband.” I was so humiliated, I wanted to die.
“That’s fine,” I snorted. “I’m here to teach you how to lose weight, not have a good time.” I snatched at the towel, but when I tugged it, she wasn’t letting go. She appeared to be stuck in some sort of a trance, staring at my now covered penis.
“Could…” she muttered. “Could I see it again, please?”
“No,” I stated bluntly, tugging at the towel with my one free hand.
“I’ll let go of the towel if you show me,” she stated softly, still transfixed by my lower midsection and all the mysteries found within.
I sighed. She already saw it, I needed out of this awkward situation. “Okay, here,” I said, moving my hand. My limp cock was now exposed. “Are you happy?”
She let out a gasp, her free hand covering her mouth. “It’s just like… I’m trying to figure out if I would even feel a cock that small.”
“Towel please,” I said, clearly frustrated.
She wouldn’t let go. “Does it… does it get hard?” I continued pulling at the towel with both hands, but it wasn’t budging. I now realized I was completely trapped; her massive ass was blocking the doorway. There was no escape from my current predicament. “Get hard for me, I’ll give you the towel if you get hard for me,” she said.
“What!?” I exclaimed. “I can’t just-”
She grabbed me by my hair and buried my face in her huge tits. My hands immediately let go of the towel and pushed against her unreasonably vast breasts, but I couldn’t get out. “I bet this’ll get you nice and hard…” muttered Maggie. Sure enough, it did. “Look at that! Mama’s tits did it again. Looks like I still got it after all these years.” I felt her fat hand grab a hold of my now stiff dick. She let out a giggle. “It’s still too small. Sorry honey, I don’t think we can fuck. My husband is at least twice as big as you, probably more. Clean up,” she said as she dropped the towel on the floor and pulled me out of her cleavage. Red-faced and frustrated beyond belief, i bent over to snatch the towel off the ground and wrapped it around my torso.
Maggie, now with a heightened sense of herself, turned and left the bathroom. “I’m going to put on some nicer clothes. As soon as you’re done, how about you go to your room? I’m going to settle things with my husband when he gets home.”
I didn’t know how I was getting caught in this sexual tug of war between these two behemoths. I was simply here to coach her back to health. Indeed, it would appear that while there certainly was a physical health issue at play, other factors were contributing just as much, if not more, to the turmoil taking place here. Deep rooted issues, both interpersonal and intrapersonal, were taking form in obesity, honestly on both ends of the spectrum. Her husband was no spring chicken. I hadn’t looked him up yet, but honestly, he would probably be eligible for the same government program Maggie was taking advantage of. I would rather not even know. The sooner I could get out of here and on to the next patient, the better.
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Her husband returned that night. I was in my bedroom, trying to sleep, trying to move past the embarrassment the day had brought me. They slept in the room next to mine, and after some minor discussion, I could hear the talking stop and the fucking start. Maggie seemed to have a new sense of confidence, which generally happened to my clients as soon as they started losing weight and getting fit. Granted, Maggie had only done two days of working out, and barely anything at that, but even the placebo effect was quite powerful. These two were going at it hard, and for a long time. Where was this stamina when we were trying to work out? How that bed hadn’t crashed to China yet was beyond me, but good for them. And hopefully, with the terrible events that had transpired earlier, she was over any kind of crush on me and back in love with her crazy husband, with apparently quite a large member. I wish I didn’t have to be humiliated in that way, but if it got her off my back, success is success. Still, I wish they were quieter…
I woke up to Maggie standing over me. She was wearing jean shorts that were very clearly way too small for her massive size. Her legs looked like they were trying to rip out of them, bulging outwards at the ends of the fabric. And they already had to be XXXLs, or whatever the biggest size was. She had her hands at her hips, clearly more peppy than usual. Gee, I wonder why. I slowly restored my faculties as she pepped me up.
“Sorry for barging in, I know it’s kind of rude, but I’m just so excited,” she chirped. She gave a little hop, her massive breasts almost bouncing out of her Tight white shirt. Her belly was poking out of the bottom as well.
“Excited for what?” I asked groggily, rubbing my eyes.
“I just have this amazing feeling, I don’t know how to explain it. It’s like, a feeling I haven’t felt in many years. And it’s all thanks to you!” She bent down and kissed me on the forehead. Her huge tits were now hanging directly in front of me. It looked like they were trying to make it to the ground, and they were so close. Just a little closer and they would be resting triumphantly on my legs, probably preventing me from moving. Unfortunately, I had morning wood, and her giant boobs weren’t helping, and she noticed it. “Looks like you’re all woken up aren’t you?” she giggled. She put on a baby voice. “Does the little man like mommy’s outfit?” She moved her breasts even closer to my face, wobbling about so they made a show.
“Maggie…” I tried to fend her off.
“Sorry, baby, but I’m taken. I’m just too much woman for you. I need a big man, my husband, who is… big enough to suit my needs.” She got back up, standing tall once again over me.
“Then why are you so excited?” I asked in a clearly aggravated tone. I was losing my patience with this woman. “Why did you wake me up?”
“I was hoping we could go for a walk. With all this new energy I have, I want to take my exercise to a new level. I’m ready to walk outside!” She seemed so excited, and as out of it as I was at the moment, these kinds of breakthroughs were what made my job worthwhile.
I got dressed, brushed my teeth, cleaned up a bit, and walked to the front door. Her husband was sitting on the couch. He saw me approaching. I braced for violence, but he was in a different sort of mood today. He didn’t get up, but he waved at me. “Hey junior,” he said, a big smile on his face. It was nice to see him in a sunnier mood.
“Hey there,” I replied. “We’re going out for a walk, care to join us?”
“All you man, I’m gonna make sure this couch doesn’t run away from me. You and Maggie have a good time, okay?”
“Of course,” I said. Maggie was waiting for me outside the front door. It was weird seeing her outside, like spotting an animal outside it’s natural habitat. She was clearly happy with herself right now, even though she hadn’t really lost any weight. Granted, it would come off quickly, if she stuck to it. Losing weight is easy when you are as far up as she was; keeping it was the real beast. She had to commit, and that was my biggest concern. If I was going to make sure she stayed lean(er), I would have to be stern with my regimen.
We trotted along the sidewalk, or at least, she walked on the sidewalk and I walked on peoples’ lawns. It was hard to squeeze in on the concrete next to her, so I made it easy on us and used the grass. It was a nice sunny day, great for Vitamin D, which I was sure she was sorely lacking. We made general small talk about life, how each of us was doing.
A neighbor called out to us. “Maggie! I haven’t seen you in so long!” It was a rail thin woman with yoga pants on. She had long blonde hair and looked to be in her 30’s. Maggie had a mildly angry look on her face, but she changed it quickly.
“Jennifer, I missed you!” Jennifer ran up and Maggie chose to meet her. Maggie grabbed Jennifer and gave her a monster hug. The thin girl’s body disappeared in flab, her upper torso being mangled by two huge tits. She looked very uncomfortable, but tried to keep a positive smile. Her face looked like someone being licked by a dog and pretending to like it. She knew she wouldn’t be able to escape Maggie, so she just let it happen.
Eventually, Maggie put her down, and she turned and looked at me. “And who is this, Maggie?”
“This is Kevin. Kevin, meet Jennifer.”
“Pleased to meet you,” I said, shaking her hand. She looked me in the eyes. “Maggie, you didn’t say you divorced Fred!”
Maggie blushed. “I didn’t. Kevin here is helping me lose weight. He’s part of a government program, and he’s doing a fantastic job!”
“How wonderful!” Jennifer exclaimed. “Kevin, I’m a yoga instructor, what if, later today, I came over and we did a yoga class?”
“That would be excellent!” I said. I wasn’t going to say no to a hot yoga instructor coming to my lessons.
“Perfect, I’ll be over around 3,” she said, giving me an extra look up before she walked away.
“Someone has a girlfriend,” Maggie said to me.
“Oh no, not even,” I replied.
“I saw her looking at you, I think she wants more than yoga,” she said jokingly. “Well, you’re definitely too small for me, but she looks more your size.” She wiped a bead of sweat off her brow. The walk had definitely taken a toll on her. “I think I’m ready to go back home, mind if we take a shortcut back?”
“Fine with me,” I said. Maggie led us not through the streets, but through a lush, green area that would apparently lead us back to her house. I wondered about the accuracy of her geography, since she hadn’t been out in a while, but I trusted her to get us home safely. Unfortunately, the weather had different plans. Gray clouds converged in the sky and rain poured on us below. Maggie clearly wasn’t happy about this, and held back, hiding under a tree.
“Kevin… I hate the rain… can we wait here?”
“Of course,” I said. “Take your time.” As we sat under the tree, rain that snuck through the branches coated Maggie’s already tight white shirt, and as she was wearing no bra, her mountainous breasts and hard nipples poked through. I couldn’t help but notice, and Maggie caught me.
“Eyes up here, honey,” she said.
“Oh, sorry,” I quickly said, ashamed.
“No need to apologize, honey,” she responded. “I was just kidding. You can look all you want. And don’t worry, I won’t tell Jennifer you like my big tits.”
“Maggie…”
She pulled me close into her, which was like a monster grabbing a kitten, and thrust her gigantic, soaking wet chest in front of my face. “Are you saying you don’t get turned on by my big milkie boobies?” I didn’t want to respond. “Hmm, well then you wouldn’t have any problems touching them?” She grabbed my hands, her huge paws easily wrapping around my dainty wrists, and mashed them into her breasts. I tried my hardest not to think about it, but their softness and massive size was too much. She guided my tiny fingers to her nipples and made me rub them, which were piercing through her soaked fabric. “I can see you’re hard already. I can see that small cock poking out of your workout shorts.” I tried pulling one of my hands away so I could cover my crotch, but she was too strong. “Does it make you frustrated that you can’t fuck me with such a small cock? How does it feel to have someone that’s too much woman for you? You can date a skinny bitch like Jennifer all you want, she’ll never have these big tits like mine.”
