Fit vs. Fat

(This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. Thanks to my biggest fan for the idea for this story. For fans of my stories, they know what kinds of things to expect. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal, namely cheating, betrayal, and heartbreak. If stuff like that isn't your cup of tea, then you probably shouldn't bother reading it. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. One last warning, this story is a long one. Enjoy.)

(Shannon)

I had been told Alexis was the best personal trainer in town. My best friend Heidi had recommended her, and since I had seen the results first hand, I believed her. Heidi had dropped about 30 pounds since she'd started training with her, and had gone from having a few spare pounds to looking trim, tight, and hot. Heidi had gone from struggling to get guys to having multiple guys vying for her affections. I was envious of all the attention she was now getting, and that probably contributed to my decision to seek out a personal trainer so I could lose weight. But I wasn't doing this to get a boyfriend. I didn't have to worry about that. I was already married.

I had met Ben in college, at the gym ironically enough. I would never claim to be a gym freak, but I liked to keep myself fit. It was as I ran around the track that I got talking to this absolute hunk. I could tell just by looking at him that he spent a lot of time at the gym. And the gym had treated him well. His body was chiseled, and I almost drooled when I saw him with his shirt off. His face held up its end of the bargain; he was gorgeous! He had a youthful, friendly face, and a shaggy hair-do that made him seem a little wild, a little rebellious.

I saw a bunch of girls vying for his attention, but he brushed them off deftly. I couldn't blame him. They were the typical trashy gym rats, who use going to the gym as an excuse to dress like a skank. That wasn't my thing. I dressed in clothes a normal, healthy girl would wear. I got the impression that that wasn't his type of girl, and he was used to brushing them off. I had the feeling he was looking for a nice, regular girl. A girl like me. Plus, I knew I looked darn cute in my gym clothes, so I didn't feel too out of my league by making conversation with him.

Luckily for me, we hit it off! Watching the shocked looks on those gym skanks faces as me and Ben walked out together was one of the best moments of my life. As I got to know Ben, I realized he was no meathead. He was something more. He was an athlete, but he didn't let that stop him pursuing a degree. He had gotten a football scholarship, but he had torn up his knee during his sophomore year, effectively ending any hope he had of going pro. I don't think he would have gone pro even if he hadn't been hurt; it would have been a waste of his intelligence. He was smart, articulate, and a hard worker. He told me over coffee that he wanted to be a teacher. He was perfect. I was smitten right away.

I was nowhere near as fit as he was. It would be hard to compare to him in that sense. I'm not ashamed to admit that I'm a girl with curves. Unfortunately, they were not the curves most girls wished for. Sure, my waistline had increased over the past few years, but that growth did not translate to my cup size. I had been firmly in an A-cup bra since I was 15. It had always been aggravating that my boobs just stopped growing.

I had always been self-conscious about my breast size. I hated to admit it, but I had always been jealous of girls with big boobs. I hated the way they would parade them around, and get all the boy's attention. I hated them, but I had to admit I would do the same if I had a big rack. Now, thinking about it, that may have been the start of my issues with weight. I think there was some part of me that wanted to gain weight in hopes my boobs would get bigger, but obviously, that's not really how it works. My weight had always fluctuated, and finally in college, I felt like I had finally matured into a healthy, curvy frame that I felt suited me well. Sure, I had a few extra pounds, but I was not going to let myself be one of those skinny little bitches. I had always been told I was stunningly pretty. I would admit I had a pretty face, and I always kept my blonde hair fashionable. Plus, I was fun to be around. And also, a lot of guys like a nice, big butt. I was a real woman, and I found a guy that appreciated it.

My affection towards Ben grew the longer we were together. My friends didn't believe me, but we never fought. We were both too easy going to raise our voices or get mad at each other. We were a perfect match.

We married when we were both 25. I could tell a lot of my friends were envious that I had landed such a catch. I had overheard some conversations about how a fitness freak like him could be with a curvy girl like me. I always laughed when I heard this. Those girls that said stuff like that were all single while I was married, so they clearly didn't know what they were talking about.

Now, at 27, he looked as good as he did when I first met him. He was still as fit as he was during his college days. Unfortunately, the same could not be said about me. I don't know if I got complacent, or if it was just stress, but I had put on a few pounds. I wasn't fat or anything. I just had a few extra pounds. Typically, when I got stressed out, I ate. I was a stress eater. I was a manager in retail, so stress came often.

For awhile, I wondered if Ben was into girls with a little weight on them. I noticed that even though I had gained some weight, he was as interested in me as ever. But the more I thought about it, I realized he loved me for me, not my looks or body, which was great. But every so often, I got the impression that he wanted me to lose some weight. He would never be so blunt about it, he was too nice. He would ask if I wanted to run with him or go to the gym with him. It wasn't in a demanding way or anything like that, he was just offering. He cared about my health and well being.

So that's what brought me to today. I wanted to get back into my college shape for our third wedding anniversary. I had mentioned to him that I was interested in getting a personal trainer, and he volunteered to go to the trainer alongside me. He didn't need any help staying fit; he would just be there to support me. So I asked around, and came up with the name Alexis Winters.

Heidi had recommended her to me first, but I had heard her name from other people as well, and they all said the same thing; she was the best.

Alexis was a bit expensive, but I knew it would be worth it. I knew the only way I could succeed at losing weight was if I had someone motivating me, and I knew Ben would not have the time to be there as often as I would like, so I needed someone who would be there to help me as often as I needed.

I needed a personal trainer.

Now, I had also heard some rumors about Alexis Winters. Heidi had told me that I had to be tough and have a thick skin if I wanted to succeed with Alexis, and others had said much the same. From what I had been told, she was something of a harsh taskmaster. I was told that she and I would never be friends and that I wouldn't want to anyways, but she would get me to lose weight. That's good, because I wasn't looking for a friend. I was looking for someone to help me lose weight.

Besides, how bad could she be?

I had the day off, so I decided to schedule a meeting with Ms. Winters at the gym she ran to see if she would take me on as a client.

Alexis worked at one of those franchise gyms, called "Fitness Masters." It was nestled between a Starbucks and an Apple Store in the most upscale part of downtown, and from the look of the stylish black and white facade, fit right in. It looked as clean and new as the day it had been built.

Stepping through the precipice of the automatic door, I surveyed the expanse of the floor. It was the size of a warehouse, filled with an astonishing variety of gleaming, expensive looking, exercise equipment, almost every station occupied by young, attractive and obviously well off gym-rats, straining and stretching, huffing and puffing, working hard at maintaining their youthful vigor and attractiveness.

It was as I walked through the gym that I was reminded of the aspect of the gym I hated; the people. I could almost feel the other gym-goers staring at me with the arrogant, judgmental, eyes of youth, scoffing at me just because I had a few extra pounds and pale skin. I could feel a nervous sensation like butterflies in my stomach walking through the maze of tanned and toned gym-rats, suddenly feeling like I was an alien in unfamiliar terrain; that I didn't fit in here.

But I pushed those feelings aside, and reassured myself; there was only one person whose opinion I cared about, that that was Ben. I refrained from making eye contact and made my way back to where the trainer's offices were.

I checked in with the secretary, a pretty little thing who rudely eyed me up and down when I'd told her I was here for an appointment, and after a few minutes wait, I was told that Alexis was waiting. I walked down a hallway until I saw her name next to an open door. I walked in too introduce myself.

Walking through the door, I surveyed her office. It was sparsely populated, evidence that she spent little time actually in the small room, nothing on the walls, nothing on the desk other than her laptop; no pictures of family or personal items. There were a couple of cabinets and a closet, but other than that, the office was devoid of any sort of character or personality; it felt cold and impersonal. The small room was very utilitarian; every object served a specific purpose and there was nothing extraneous or frivolous.

I knocked tentatively, drawing the attention of the woman sitting behind the desk, lazily working on her computer. She looked up at me as I entered.

"Alexis?" I inquired, that feeling of butterflies returning. She stood from behind her desk, allowing me to take her in for the first time. I was immediately startled by how voluptuous she was. I know saying someone is voluptuous can sometimes imply they have a few extra pounds, and Alexis did...in a way. Unlike me, though, who had some extra pounds on my waist and stomach, all of her extra weight seemed to have gone to her tits. I couldn't help but openly gawk at them. They were absolutely massive; just huge!

Alexis' impressive breasts stretched the tight tank top that adorned them to the max, almost threatening to burst free from the restrictive material which struggled to contain them.

Like I said, all of her extra weight went to her tits, because as my gaze drifted south, taking in the rest of her curvaceous form, there was not a bit of fat to be found on her.

Her exposed belly showed off smooth, taught, abs and an almost impossibly trim waist, which seemed at odds with the wide, dynamic, curve of her hips. She had long, tan, firmly muscled, legs, left exposed by her tight exercise shorts. Her arms looked firm and strong, her biceps tight, her shoulders solid. She wasn't too muscular, like a lot of those female bodybuilders. She was fit but she still maintained her feminine curvature. Her body was clearly in shape, but she still maintained the softness that was attractive to men. Her body was, in a word, perfect...ideal even.

I tore my eyes away from my assessment to look up to her face just in time for her to greet me. I blushed slightly, all to aware that I'd lingered on her for too long.

"Hello," she announced impassively. No smile crossed her lips, and her dull grey eyes were cold, lifeless, and unblinking, staring penetratingly into my own, unreadable. My immediate impression was that she seemed cold and disinterested; bored even. There was no fire or light of any kind behind those eyes, which was a shame since she was absolutely beautiful. She had a gorgeous face, her smoky eyes seemed to invoke mystery, her lips plump and full, a perfect shade of pink; she had the kind of beauty that required no makeup to enhance. She wasn't a woman like me, who had to spend 30 minutes in front of a mirror each morning to make sure her makeup looked perfect. Her bronzed skin was perfectly tanned all over, adding to her allure, as she seemed to almost glow against the cold fluorescent light that illuminated her office, a stark contrast to dullness of her eyes. Her dark brunette hair was long and shined like satin as it moved animatedly, brushing her shoulders. It didn't look styled, as if she had spent hours in a salon. She didn't have to bother. She was one of those girls who was blessed with great hair. Falling in waves past her shoulders, mostly straight but with a bit of a curl, not overly styled or fussed with, just naturally perfect.

It was a little bit unnerving that a woman so naturally gifted with beauty would project such a cold and off putting aura, but I was told to expect that about Alexis; she's all business.

She turned and walked back to her desk as she motioned for me to sit down. This allowed me a quick glance at her butt, and I shook my head once I saw it. It was perfection, much like the rest of her. A perfect, firm, heart shaped ass that rode high and tight, begging to be appreciated as it rolled teasingly from side to side. Her body was unbelievable. If her training could enable me to get anywhere close to that body, then it would be well worth the money, worth the sweat, worth the tears, worth ANYTHING. Her body was proof positive of how good she was at her job; she was a walking testament to her own dedication and expertise.

"Hi!" I said brightly, hoping to make a good impression.

"How can I help you, Mrs. Hallaway?" Alexis asked, her smooth voice blasé, her lids heavy with disinterest. Frankly, I was a bit offended.

"Well, I am hoping to trim a little fat and get down to my college weight for my anniversary." I explained. She lazily looked me up and down, quickly assessing my figure through my bulky clothing.

"Okay, so about 30-40 pounds then?" she asked.

"Well, I don't know if I need to lose that much..." I started, slightly perturbed; just how much did she think I weighed?

"Mrs. Hallaway, I know what I am doing. If you want your husband to be impressed, you need to get nice and trim. Losing about 40 pounds will do the trick," Alexis replied with that same impassive monotone, uninterested in arguing with me.

"Well, I'm only about 15 or 20 pounds above my college weight. That's my goal," I replied firmly, the corners of my lips turning down a little. Alexis paused for a second, as if debating whether she wanted to say something, but she let it pass.

"Okay. Well, I run a few different types of training. The type I would recommend would be for us to meet four times a week, two hours per session. I will run you through a strenuous program that will work every part of your body, and like you said, 'trim the fat'. I will also put you on a strict diet and suggest things you can do on your own time to help lose weight. I have some paperwork here that lays out the types of things I will be doing," she droned on, sliding some papers across the table, "Look them over and if you make a decision to work with me, call the number here on the bottom and we can set it up. I will warn you, though, that I am in high demand, so if you want to do this, it would be best if you made your decision quickly."

I took the papers and quickly shuffled through them; I would have to read them in detail with Ben later, as he was the expert on this kind of thing. Thinking about Ben reminded me of an important stipulation I'd left out.

"Also, my husband will be accompanying me to our sessions...as support. He doesn't really need the help, but he wants to be there for me," I stated firmly. Alexis held my gaze with those cold eyes of hers, as she considered this. It seemed like she was debating whether it was worth her trouble, as she mulled it over.

"Okay," she finally concluded, "I must warn you that I will charge double if I am dealing with two people, though" Alexis warned. I had worked extra shifts to get some spending money for this endeavor, so that is where the money was coming from for this. I had enough to meet her rates.

"Okay, thank you," I replied, relived, and could sense our meeting was over, "I'll get back to you soon."

I stood, and she just looked at me as I awkwardly waited for a response that would never coming. I turned and walked out of the office, papers in hand.

As I got in my car, I was a little thrown off by my meeting with Alexis. Her cold disinterest was unnerving and off putting. She was unreadable and it seemed like talking with me bored her immensely; like it was a burden to interact with people at all. I had heard she was not easy to get along with, but she was good at her job, and looking at her body, that was evidence enough to convince me that she knew what she was doing. If I could look half as good as her, Ben would positively ravish me!

This provoked a rather unsettling thought, in hind sight; did I want my husband in such close quarters with a woman as voluptuous and sexy as Alexis? Would it be a good idea to have my husband exercising in the vicinity of woman with such huge attention grabbing boobs, a perfect, irresistible, ass, and a gorgeous, captivating, face, wearing such tight workout clothes?

I absolutely trusted him, really I did, but still, as a woman, I was hesitant to allow my husband to spend time with a woman as gorgeous as Alexis.

But I would be there too, and Ben was too good of a man to have a wandering eye. And besides, if her cold disinterest had been off putting to me, it was sure to unnerve Ben. Ben liked fun, peppy women, like me. By comparison, Alexis seemed like sort of a downer.

But still, part of me just wanted to call the whole thing off and find a different trainer, but I had already kinda put all my eggs in one basket in going with Alexis, and if I wanted to be in shape in time for our anniversary, I would have to start training immediately.

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After dinner, I had Ben look through the papers Alexis had given me. He had put on his reading glasses to flip through the papers, his brow furrowing in concentration as he skimmed through the documents. I always thought he looked cute in his glasses. As he read the papers, I reached around his broad shoulders and rubbed his chest as I kissed the back of his head.

"What do you think?" I inquired, looking over his shoulder and nuzzling the back of his neck.

"She seems like she knows what she's talking about it," Ben grunted, flipping to the next page, his eyes darting quickly across the page, soaking up the information.

"You know, I was thinking, you don't have to come help me at the gym. I can do this myself..." I ventured, still a little hesitant to have him around the sexy personal trainer.

"I made a promise to you that I'd be there. You don't have to be nervous having me around," he reassured me with a laugh, adding, "You have nothing to be embarrassed about."

"I know..." I pouted, slightly irked by his comment about me being embarrassed; embarrassed about what? "It's not that, it's just this is something I want to do myself. Besides, it costs double for the both of us."

"I tell you what," he started, "You can do this on your own, but I will try to show up every so often to help out."

"I guess..." I agreed hesitantly, still not crazy about this compromise, but he was too sweet to let me do this alone; he wanted to support me in any way he could, whether I wanted it or not. He stood and got behind me.

"What's wrong?" he inquired, kissing my neck. Ben was a sensitive man, and sensed my reservation. He could always read me like a book.