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"Fat Trimmings: Exclusive Cuts" Volume 3 (Personal Trainer Edition!)
🕑 Added 2024-01-10 15:00:08 +0000 UTC“Lexi Lards Up”
Lexi thought she could do anything. With her slim and athletic figure, her naturally quick metabolism, and the admiration from everyone around her because of how energetic and sexy she was, Lexi felt absolutely unstoppable. She knew she could do anything. And the thing she loved to do more than anything else was to tell other people what to do.
“Move your fat ass, loser!”
“You call that a sit up, porky?”
“You piggies disgust me. Keep running and maybe you can sweat off some of this bacon.”
That’s why she became a personal trainer. It was the perfect platform for forcing people to admire her. It allowed her to show off her extremely fit body every day while constantly belittling people she knew were beneath her, fat people, mostly. These fatties were so fat and dumb that they paid her to humiliate them, to make them sweat and demean themselves for her amusement. Lexi loved every moment of watching her clients suffer. Sometimes they actually lost some weight, but more often, Lexi just made them suffer to the point where they would give up without actually losing anything, or worse, gaining some from the increased stress.
That was fine with Lexi of course, whenever one fatty quit there was always another fatty to take their place. There were always more overweight clients than actual training hours in the day, so sometimes Lexi would be purposefully extra mean to clients when she knew there were other whales waiting. She was like a restaurant trying to move through tables.
And things were great until karma finally bit Lexi in her soon to be fat, blubbery, butt.
Lexi also loved to eat. All of her activity left her with a tremendous appetite, and her confidence in her metabolism meant that Lexi never felt the need to fight her appetite. If anything, she enjoyed indulging far more than she needed to. Lexi had a real sweet tooth and regularly ate doughnuts both before and after the gym. And when we’re talking about doughnuts it should be understood that it was at least two doughnuts each stop. Lexi never withheld any treat from herself, and because she liked to sample things and was prone to indecision, she always picked at least two doughnuts to eat, sometimes even three. This caloric intake did not take into account the meals she would frequently eat for lunch and dinner.
See, Lexi couldn’t cook. Basically the only thing she knew how to cook with any kind of ability was pasta. She loved pasta, and as a fitness trainer she always wrote off her pasta intake as carbo loading for her daily workouts. She made pasta with any number of canned sauces, tomato, alfredo, etc. She made penne and spaghetti and even occasionally tried her hand at lasagna. Her favorite thing to make for herself though, was always extra cheesy mac and cheese. She would make enough to last her several days of stuffing herself.
One of Lexi's favorite things to do was eat in front of her clients. She loved to stuff her face with extra cheesy mac and cheese and watch those fatties look at her enviously as she barked orders at them to try and achieve impossible tasks. She loved to watch the hunger in their eyes as she would finish off a big container of mac and cheese and lick her lips and rub her barely there belly. It was a thrill to be so in control.
Of course, our bodies are a strange thing. And ultimately, when we appear to be in control we often learn that that is not the case. Our bodies are, and, for most of us, that can be a very hard thing to learn.
The lesson for Lexi came when her metabolism started to slow down. At first she just thought she was coming down with a cold, but she was feeling less energetic and still eating the same foods which meant that inevitably the first couple of pounds began to find themselves onto Lexi’s body.
She brushed it off at first, tried to tell herself that the belly she would rub in front of her clients wasn’t actually any bigger than it's ever been, but that wasn’t true. And her clients knew it.
But those that had had enough of Lexi seized an opportunity. They would purposefully go to eat things in front of her, egging her on until she snatched the food away as contraband and ate it in front of them. They would make themselves look hungrier as she ate her meals so that she would indulge in progressively bigger ones. (This step was easier to do because as she kept indulging her appetite kept increasing which meant she was eager to indulge more and more.)
The clients even began to find each other and created the “Operation Lard Up Lexi” Group chat so they could keep each other up to date on any new developments. They especially loved sharing pictures of Lexi’s expanding form which thoroughly thrilled them to no end and talking about them.
“Look at how much she’s porking up!”
“She’s gonna be a real oinker in no time.”
“The best part is slimming down while she gets fat.”
“I can’t wait to be thinner than Miss Soon to Be Blubber Butt.”
The pictures were an abundant source of amusement because Lexi stubbornly refused to upsize her workout clothes since she stubbornly refused to accept that she was getting fat.
Of course one can only deny themself the truth for a limited amount of time, especially as clothes begin to stretch about as far as they can go. For Lexi, being clad most of the time in stretchy workout gear meant that she could get quite chubby before she had to acknowledge that she was chubby, but when she did the next logical action occurred. She overcorrected.
Lexi began to workout far harder than she had grown used to, desperate to turn all of her newfound blubber into sweat. Unfortunately, this consistent overworking led to the inevitable, and she blew out her knee which left her bedridden for quite a while.
And now that she was home and mostly confined to sitting on her fat ass, she was stuck with two choices, order greasy fast food or cook for herself the only thing she knew how, pasta upon pasta. There was no good choices for her, and with no good options she did the only thing she could do-
She got fatter.
Thanks to the pain meds for the leg, Lexi was once again quite a bit oblivious to her predicament and instead continued to eat herself into oblivion.
Eventually the leg healed, but by then her sedentary lifestyle had left her so overstuffed that when she tried to come back to her clients (who had all been making excellent progress without her), she was the laughing stock of the gym. Her clients were in far better shape than she was now. They were continuously outclassing her and demonstrating their great progress. She was performing like a lifelong couch potato, a quickly winded fat ass who couldn’t even run on the treadmill because her thighs had grown thick enough to force her to waddle. She was a sweaty embarrassment whose fat undulated with her every move.
The pictures circulated through the group chat and then through social media and the internet at large. Lexi went viral and was becoming somewhat famous for all the wrong reasons.
“How can a personal trainer let themselves go like this? #ZeroStars #Fit2Flab”
“Oink! Oink! Obesity is not a great look for her. #Demotivation #PorkyPig #Oinker”
“She used to be so hot. She was a real bitch though, so I love this. #Karma #PersonalTrainerPorkedUp #PorkyPersonalTrainer”
And once the porky personal trainer went viral for getting fat as hell, it was only a matter of time before the next obvious thing happened. She was fired from her job. It was a very public firing, in front of numerous (now former) clients who made sure to video tape her tears and her flabby ass as it waddled away. Lexi tripped on her way out which caused the back of her pants to rip and caused her to be carried out on a wave of laughter.
Being fired and humiliated at the gym meant that Lexi lost the last of her desire to ever workout there again, and once she stopped working out there, instead of putting in the effort to find another gym, she shoved more food down her throat in a desperate chase of endorphins. Therefore, her destiny of obesity was achieved. She grew fatter and fatter and fatter and became progressively more out of shape. It deeply saddened her, but she knew that her fate was sealed.
Lexi wanted badly to be slim and sexy again. She had become humiliated and abandoned by her former friends, shunned as an embarrassment to her family (though still expected to show up to family gatherings where her weight gain was a great source of amusement especially amongst the chubby cousins she used to make fun of.) She wanted more than anything to relieve her glory days of having abs for people rub their hands along instead of a spongy pot belly for people to poke and pinch and shake.
The problem was Lexi just couldn’t start eating. It’s like her body had a compulsive need to stuff her face. And without her steady income as a personal trainer, Lexi’s choices were limited to cheap and greasy fast food or whatever she could cook for herself. But those big bowls of extra cheesy mac and cheese that used to last her three days now only lasted for a night and only satisfied her hunger if she chased it with a pint or more of ice cream afterward. Her nights were filled by binging and her days by staring at old pictures and her current reflection, longing or days far past and accepting the future that lay ahead.
But then it got worse.
Lexi’s unemployment began to run out and she still needed to have her bills paid which meant she still needed a job, but she didn’t have much in the way of qualifications which meant…
“Welcome to Fatty Burger, how can I help you?”
Fast food was the only calling for her which meant she still had a job right by the gym so people she knew still regularly stopped by to make fun of her. They were sure to gloat about it on social media too.
“She used to be my personal trainer and now she’s serving me lunch. I had a salad! #FastFoodFatty #PorkedUpPersonalTrainer”
“Somebody’s #FatAndGettingFatter looks like piggy needs a new uniform already! #Fit2Fat #Fat2Fatter #Porky #Pig”
“Karma has been an extra mean bitch! Well earned! Love that gut! #DoubleBelly #Karma #Fat2theFuture #Gut”
It was a nightmare that Lexi couldn’t wake up from. Dreams of dieting were out the window. Being around fast food meant that she grew fatter than ever faster than ever.
And there was nothing Lexi could do.
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“Fit to Fat and Never Back”
Getting fat was the easy part. All Rae had to do was stuff her face.
She stuffed it with doughnuts. She stuffed it with pasta. She crammed cheese in her mouth by the bagful, blockfull, however she could get it. She enjoyed eating deli meats by the package in a single session. She would have fun just sitting down at night and eating an entire package of bologna dipping each slice in mayonnaise and then moving on to another meal. She attacked food with a fervor.
She was determined to get as fat as possible as quickly as possible to impress her clients with both her ability to stuff herself and grow and then her ability to lose it all just as quickly. So she indulged in every form of dessert she could think of and quickly wound up with a collection of menus from various restaurants along with it an astronomical amount of dining bills.
But the bills were easy enough to cover. She kept her head in the game. She had clients who were willing to pay more to watch her compete in the challenge. So she took their money and occasionally ate wherever they picked for her, and sometimes even did it on camera. She kept them detailed with up to date statuses on her weight and measurements. They loved that shit, and Rae loved them for loving it.
She didn’t love getting fat. No. To her, getting fat was absolutely repulsive. That was just an unfortunate thing she had to do for this job. But she loved indulging in the food. She was basking in all the attention she was receiving. And she had dollar signs in her eyes when she realized how successful this was going to make her. So whenever Rae thought about giving up, she doubled down instead (often by adding an extra patty to a burger or an extra scoop of ice cream to a sundae.) She attacked this self imposed challenge with the intensity of a well trained athlete, which, up until this point, she was.
Rae had the kind of washboard abs that would make an olympic swimmer jealous. She had legs that were long and lean and ready to run marathons. While they were thin, they were tight with wiry muscles. She had breasts that weren’t going to be turning heads, but she was content with what she was working with, and those that she dated were never disappointed by having her pert breasts to play with, especially because she had everything else working for her and an impressive amount of energy in bed to boot.
Rae was an incredibly energetic person overall. She was intense, focused, driven, and absolutely thrilled by taking herself to the next level and pushing as far as she could. She saw everything as a competition and wanted nothing more than to win, even if the competition was with herself. When she set her mind to something she went after it with the tenacity that few others could accomplish.
She took that same approach with her personal training business and with her clients. It was an approach that did not work for everybody. In fact, it didn’t work for most of her clients. She found herself with an unusually high amount of turnover, and try as she might, Rae couldn’t figure out why.
The problem with Rae was that while she was incredibly focused and driven, that focus often stopped her from seeing any flaws in herself or the way that she did things. She failed to realize that she came across frequently as arrogant, self-absorbed and demeaning. Her clients often found that they were overworked and looked down upon. They could tell that their fat disgusted Rae and that ultimately, when they failed to complete her inappropriate exercises and live up to her unreasonable expectations, that she wrote them off as lazy and unmotivated.
And they were right. Rae did find fat people to generally be lazy and unmotivated, and in her arrogance she believed it must have been because they were jealous of her, because they felt like her body was an unattainable goal. And she knew her body was absolutely unattainable. And so she had a new marketing idea.
She would get fat.
Her clients would get to watch her gain weight and lose it and realize that being a fatty doesn’t mean you have to keep being a fatty. So Rae set the goal for herself to gain at least fifty to sixty pounds as quickly as possible, to become quite overweight, and then to lose it all. And, she figured she could get her clients to crowd fund her activities if she vlogged it all. Then she could have her cake and eat it too! She’d be double dipping as a trainer and a fitness influencer without any cost to her! It was a brilliant and absolutely flawless plan.
Except for one thing.
Rae got really fat, and it turns out that losing weight when you’ve shot twenty pounds past your goal and ended up over 200 pounds can be really really hard. It wasn’t that Rae was lazy and unmotivated. She hated being fat, and when she realized that she had accidentally turned herself into the kind of person she had always made fun of and the pounds weren’t just melting right off, she began to go into a panic.
And it turns out than when you’ve gotten so used to snacking all the time, stress leads to snacking even more. And snack panic leads to more pounds. All those doughnuts had led to a double belly, and losing it was easier said than done because its sheer size made it difficult to do much of anything, especially sit ups. But even progress on the treadmill was slowed because of the weight of her belly and the size of her chunky thunder thighs. Once she could have run marathons, but several months of sitting on her ass and getting it as fat as possible meant that now she was softened winded very easily.
It was shocking just how out of shape Rae had become. It suddenly looked as if she had been a couch potato her entire life. And the fact that she was stress eating while struggling to workout meant that she wasn’t just not losing weight, she was gaining more.
Of course this was a thrilling thing for her clients who were happy to see their trainer turned into the kind of out of shape fatty she would have normally made fun of as being pathetic. They enjoyed that she was now stuck living life in a fat lane with a lard-ass becoming bigger than most of theirs.
And they were happy to keep buying her food to make sure her pants sizes kept increasing which of course they did.
After it became clear that Rae’s experiment was an embarrassing failure, the gym she was contracted with finally let her go, bringing an end to her personal training career. Nobody wanted to freelance a fatty personal trainer. She had lost her job and her reputation which meant her career was completely ruined. Unfortunately, bills don’t care about one’s career being ruined. They come due no matter how little money one has. And now that Rae had lost her personal training gig, she only had one source of viable income.
Her weight gaining vlog.
People were still willing to pay Rae to eat, and she needed both money and to eat, so it seemed like the only obvious solution- if a temporary one… of course.
But the problem with temporary things is they have a tendency to become permanent even if you don’t want them too. And when you need to make your money eating on camera it means you’re consuming a lot of calories and not spending a lot of time in the gym, and so Rae continued to grow.
Fatter and fatter. Bigger and bigger. Wider and wider.
She grew a large spare tire that spilled across her lap and pushed her away from the table as it spread out across her tree trunk like thunder thighs. The former fitness guru was now a wobbling mess of fat, a true lazy girl whose days were spent eating and videotaping the fat body that she loathed but was powerless to get away from. This was her livelihood and no matter how humiliating it was, no matter how much her family and former friends looked down on her- made fun of her, she knew that she had absolutely no choice.
She had been full of arrogance, and now she was full of fat. She had chosen to do this to herself, and now there was no going back.
