I grunted and groaned as I lifted the weights in my modest basement gym. My body sweated and my biceps burnt with lactic acid. With a final groan, I dropped the weights onto the rubber matting.
Getting up shakily, I mentally congratulated myself on a work out well done. It was only one hour, but it's not how long you work, it's how hard you work.
I gasped and wiped sweat out of my eyes. Pridefully, I eyed my new body in the mirror. Well it was a long time ago seemingly that I was six hungred pounds and took over an hour to put on shoes and was unable to see my own junk.
Well . . . honestly I still can't see my own penis. I still have a rather large, hairy belly that blocks my vision below the waste. It was still a big, soft belly that Alice couldn't reach all the way around, but then again have you seen how short her arms were?
It was taking a long time to work my way to fitness from the physical limit of fatness while still being able to move under my own power. My forearms and biceps bulged with veins and my man boobs had become hard pecs that I could flex like Arnold did in some of his older, cornier movies. My big ol' butt was still big and fat, soft enough to sink your hands into; but at least I wasn't as wide as a truck now.
I grinned at the odd place I was in, vainly snapping a few phone photos of myself. I was the perfect balance of muscle and fat and soon I'd be kissing goodbye to the belly that shook with every step or the butt that wiggled every time Alice slapped it playfully. It was for Alice in fact, that my workout clothes were perpetually small.
The shirt was too tight around my biceps and chest, it rode too high over my belly and showed off way too much of my butt. With the amount of ass crack showing I felt like a hooters waitress.
Although I liked that my belly didn't cover my bulge. I'd always been a larger guy down below, but being six hundred pounds meant I never saw it. At least in the mirror I could make out what was there.
Eating nothing more than a single protein bar, I went upstairs to take a shower.
To my great and eager surprise, I found Alice in the shower, waiting for me. The smoking young lady was already mewling with delight and fingering herself. I was only too happy to give her what she was hoping for.
At six hundred pounds, I was pretty much a dead lay. But with my muscle, I could lift alice with ease. With one motion, I put my hands under her arms and turned her around. She moaned, "Jasper!" as my used my belly to press her against the shower wall.
She bucker her hips, as if she was trying to escape, but the way she reached under my apron of belly fat and kept rubbing my member told another story. I couldn't quite find her cooch, so she guided me in.
She gasped and cried out my name. I moaned hers out.
It felt so good to be able to have sex standing up without my knees hurting. Gently I went in and out of her, as my girth challenged her tiny body. But I could make her feel good with the smallest movements. I massaged her slender neck with my powerful hands, loosening her muscles; all of them. One hand wen to her breast, and without any fat on them I could play with her nipple better.
I was the perfect mix of gentle and firm, I jackhammered her tiny pussy one minute and then slowly made love the next. When she wanted it, I was like a great, fat ogre trapping her and violating her. Under the hot water she took my ten inch member and finally screamed squirting, gushing release. And I flooded her not long after.
I could see that by losing the fat and gaining muscle Alice was becoming more turned on by me. I was nowhere near stopping
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