Free My Personal Trainer: Heavy Weightlifting (Book 2) (Erotic BBW Romance) by Trace Dex

“You’ve made tremendous progress, Maddison!”
    I’ve worked really hard this past year to finally hear those words come out of my doctor’s mouth. All of my diet and exercise has finally paid off.
    “Am I still at risk?”
    “Well…” the doctor said as he moved his glasses away from his face to look at me in the eyes, “I’m glad to tell you that you are no longer at risk! I’m very proud of you but you need to make sure that you keep it up. It’d be a shame if you reverted back to your old habits.”
    I nodded, confident that I would never have to see the old me again.
    Jonathan has continued to be my personal trainer throughout this whole experience. I was continually losing weight and keeping the pounds off with his guidance — not including the pounding he actually gives me. After dinner that one night, things with him just got hotter and hotter.
    I blame the extra cardio we did every other day under the sheets for the constant decline of my weight. Not only did his hard cock help me lose weight, it also filled me with joy: physically and mentally.
    * * *
    I didn’t have a training session with Jonathan today but I couldn’t wait to tell him about the good news. I knew he had a shift today so I wanted to surprise him at the gym. I’ve become familiar with his schedule because he wasn’t able to fuck on the days he had other clients; those shifts were longer than usual.
    Upon my arrival at the gym, I tried to be as stealthy as possible to surprise him from behind. I checked everywhere — the weight room, upstairs with the cardio equipment, the small classes with the rooms — no Jonathan.
    “Is Jonathan working today?” I asked one of his coworkers.
    “Yeah, he’s probably in that room over there,” she said, pointing towards a door labeled Staff Only.
    “Would it be okay I went in? I want to surprise him!”
    “Sure, go ahead,” she said, uninterested at my excitement.
    I stood behind the closed door, imagining his excitement at seeing me in my head. I opened it halfway and saw Jonathan peer over at me, startled. My giant smile quickly faded when the door opened all the way, revealing his arms wrapped around the waist of some skinny bitch. I glared at her and looked back at Jonathan.
    “M-Maddi-“ he said.
    I slammed the door behind me and ran out of the gym. How could I be so stupid? My world was spinning.
    I peeled out of the parking lot, scowling at my rear view mirror to see Jonathan make his way outside.

CHAPTER TWO
Chapter

My tears impaired my vision so I pulled over at the market. I couldn’t believe what I just witnessed and I hated everything.
    I slammed the door behind me as I stomped towards the market. All I could think about was the image of Jonathan with his arms around a girl I didn’t know. I grabbed a cart and went on a shopping spree. Soda, chips, cookies, ice cream; you name it, it went in my cart.
    After loading all the food into my car, I sped towards my house like an angry drunk ready to cause havoc on some unsuspecting victim.
    I stopped by the fried chicken joint on my way home, making sure to buy plenty of actual real food to supplement the junk food I just bought. I was going to have a feast tonight and I didn’t give a fuck about what anyone had to say about it.
    Miraculously, I made it home safely. I turned on the TV, sat on the couch and began to eat bite after bite, sipping on all the carbon dioxide filled sugar liquid goodness. It’s been a long time since I’ve had much of this kind of food and I was feeling satisfied.
    I lay there in a crapulous state, surrounded by the crumbs of my defeat; tears streaming down my face as I stared at the television. My stomach hurt and I felt sick. Sick of Jonathan, sick of me, sick of what I just ate, sick of it all.
    The show playing on TV displayed a woman sitting at her vanity, putting on mascara with a guy apologizing at her feet about something he’d done. I didn’t really pay attention to the story but it was