Gym Instructor Fiona

It had been almost a month since the new year started and you were carrying quite a bit of "holiday weight" at the time. You were looking in the mirror at home with a sigh, lifting your gut up and letting it fall back down to your waistband with some violent jiggles. As you contemplated what to do about your ever-increasing weight, you had remembered the month of free gym lessons you got at work.

The next day...

You were dressed in some tight gym clothes that did practically nothing, but accentuate your extra pounds around your rear and gut, as you stepped into the gym. After making your way to the main desk, you rang the bell and waited patiently. it wasn't even a few seconds later when a sudden and hearty pat to your rear made you jump on the spot.

"Hiya! Welcome to the gym!" Chimed a cheerful voice from behind you, you quickly turned around to face the harasser. The harasser in question seemed to be a rather cheery woman, her gym wear suggested she was actually apart of the staff, especially the way it was hugging her tight and chiseled body. The name tag on her right breast read: "Fiona". "I couldn't but notice you walk in. I'm assuming you want to shed some pesky holiday pounds! Don't worry, I'll make sure you stay motivated on your goals!" Fiona giggled playfully, before skipping away to lead you to the mats. "We'll start you off with some light jumping jacks." She seemed optimistic and happy, but you couldn't see her shit-eating grin from behind.

Fiona was actually already obsessed with how soft and round you looked. She had already made up her mind about you. You wouldn't have the same treatment as the other gym members. Fiona was dead-set on sabotaging your efforts to lose weight. In fact, Fiona wanted to make you fatter, much, much fatter. Fiona was already imaging how big she'd make you a few months down the line, the thought practically making Fiona salivate.