"Mikey, so good to see you again!"
It wasn't long after sending Zack and Alice home that Dahlia's next client of the day was knocking at her door, Michael "Mike" Coleman.
"Huff... Hey Dahlia!"
Mike leaned on the frame of the door, his stomach drooping down like a drape and pushing his sleeveless work-out top up and showing off his hairy navel as he tried to catch his breath, the short walk from his car to the door having winded him.
"Here, go ahead and take a seat, I'll get you your pre-workout smoothie."
With a grateful nod Mike lumbered stomach first to the La-Z-Boy near the corner of the room, huffing and puffing the whole way while Dahlia watched how his work-out shorts clung to his dimpled ass, the bouncing balls of cheek fat threating to pop out from how tight they were. With a little extra pep in her step she strode to the kitchen to grab a premade "smoothie" from the fridge, the thick and sickeningly sweet drink more like a milkshake.
She's been working with Mike for two months now and she's been over the moon with the progress he's made since. He'd come to her on his own, 287 pounds and gaining hoping she could help curve his worst habits. He'd been living in Abercrombie for a year now since moving for a new job and ever since the weight's been piling on slowly but surely.
"It's like this town's is perfectly set up to soften you out." Is how he put it. By his own account he was always an ordinary guy, grew up with his older sister out west. He didn't exercise but didn't really need to before, he'd always been a bit chubby living a fairly sanitary life but never wasn't one to over indulge much. Here though it was all he could do to NOT indulge. Food was almost forced on him from all the events and deals that came around, not to mention just how good nearly all of it was. Throw in how much he sat around for his job and it made sense how he got so big.
And if he paid attention he'd realize the calorie bombs in a cup like the one Dahlia handed him were only speeding things up.
"Mmmm, I swear these just keep getting better Dahlia! I'll be more than ready to work up a sweat!" He said before going back to sucking on the straw, slurping up the sugary concoction as fast as he could.
"Just remember to finish it all, it's important to get all the nutrients and vitamins in before you start working out, it'll help you build plenty of "muscle"."
The toned instructor leaned forward and patted Mike's gut, earning a content "Mmmmmmm" from the cow.
With his cup drained and some help from Dahlia to get out of the chair, Mike was already feeling worn out as she had him doing some basic stretches, sweat soaking his shirt and plastering locks of brown hair to his face.
"Carful now, just as close as you can get." She said with one hand on his meaty back, trying not to actively grope him as the poor man tried desperately to reach far enough down to touch his toes. His stomach had taken the bulk of his gain, the massive round organ quivering as he tried to reach past it, his ass crack showing as his shorts failed to fully contain his backend.
"I-I don't HUGHG think I can reach!" He said desperately, puffy face growing red as he tried to just maintain his balance and not fall forward, let alone get his fat arms down any lower than they were. It wasn't helping that he was getting distracted by Dahlia's boobs hanging near his face as she leaned next to him to help encourage him.
Besides his weight nearly being double what it was before, Dahlia had been sure to target his already domestic life style and encourage him from "straining" too much outside of their sessions. "Balance is they key, you don't want to over tax your body." is what she claimed, wanting him to take it easy when he wasn't here. This meant his already lacking strength was going down in time with his weight, hours spent sitting in front of a computer screen for work and pleasure leaving him worn out form the least amount of effort.
"That's enough big guy, you did great!" Dahlia said, helping him stand up straight again with an arm between his gut and moobs. He rose taking huge gulps of air as though he was just drowning, wiping some of the sweat off his forehead. He was quickly handed a another cup to sip from, this one a juice mix of Dahlia's own design that was almost just as if not more sweet than the smoothie. He drained the thing in seconds as he tried to catch his breath.
"OOOUHG, hooo.. Man, are you sure it's normal for me to be this out of breath and... wet already? It feels like I'm doing worse than before."
"Oh, yeah of course! Like I told you before, you're body is still getting used to working out. Just give some more time and it'll adjust."
"I mean, if you say so, you're the professional. It's just, it's already been two months..."
"It's different for everybody Mike, it's only natural that it's taking longer for you since you didn't exercise before. I promise, just keep following the program I've made for you and you'll get in perfect shape in no time!"
She patted his soft shoulder reassuringly with a big smile.
"Now come on, a few more stretches and we can get you on the tread mill again!"
She pointed to a nearby table she had set up for their session, a few cups filled to the brim sitting on top.
"And don't worry, I've made plenty of juice for you, just in case."
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