Manhandled by My Personal Trainer (BBW, BDSM, Curvy, Deflowering, Spanking Erotica) (2 page)

I couldn’t have known then what was to come.
I had no idea Kevin would bring out a newfound part of myself as he
had on that treadmill so many years earlier.

A white-hot searing pain shoots up from my
abs and radiates out to my chest on my sixtieth sit-up. The pain is
enough to convince me that I'm done, but I know it won't be enough
for Kevin Campbell.

"You're doing great, Melanie. Keep exhaling
on your way up, we're almost there," he instructs. Kevin has always
known when I'm reaching my limit, but his talent and his gift is
knowing how to get me to go even further.

He kneels on the floor to keep my feet down,
peering down at me from over my knees. I know he can sense my
fatigue. He knows my body wants to quit. This is always when he
locks onto me with his soft, baby-blue eyes to pull me through the
pain.

"That's it. Just five more," he calls out,
but I know I’m finished. The fatigue and pain cements itself to my
chest as it became nearly impossible to catch my breath.

"I ca-"

"Yes you can. Four more, now," he cuts me
off, and his words sprung me back to meet him. Knowing the
commanding intensity of his eyes, Kevin pulls me to him. My breath
erupts from my mouth on my last rep, and I hit the ground panting
harder than I had all night.

"That's good, I think that's a new personal
record for you Melanie." The news is comforting, but it's hard to
take full credit, I know I would have given in earlier if he had
let me.

I stand up, wiping the excess of sweat from
my body at the conclusion of our session and stare into the mirror
that lines at least one of the walls in every room. There’s only a
hint of the same girl I was when I first came in here. Where once
there was a dopey, chubby teen there’s now a lean blonde with a
flat stomach, like I’ve seen on TV all my life. Sometimes
reflecting on how far I’ve come makes me tear up, but now all I can
register is a sense of accomplishment and pride. I turn to the
massive dark-haired man also in the mirror, smiling with
accomplishment towards me as well.

This will be the last session with Kevin for
three months while I’ll be on a college graduation trip to Italy
with some friends. It’s by far the longest break from the gym that
I’ve taken since I’ve started working out, and I have to admit it’s
a break I’m looking forward to.

“
You’ve done well, Melanie.
It’s been an honor to be your trainer. You’ve grown tremendously
since we first started our sessions, which is actually something
I’ve been wanting to talk to you about,” Kevin’s face becomes
serious and the most vulnerable I’ve yet seen him. “When you get
back, I’ve been asked to put together a catalog of my most
successful students for my personal training portfolio. The
transformation you’ve shown reflects on me as a trainer, and well..
” I’ve never understood how somebody so tall could appear so humble
if needed, but I see that within him now. “I was hoping you could
be the cover model for my site. The example of what I my training
can give someone when they’re as determined as you are.” There’s
really no way around it, the request itself was a flattering
compliment. My cheeks flare up and I struggle to find the right
words for him now. Once again, it’s like he’s holding me in his
eyes to do what he wants.

“
Sure, Kevin. That’d be no
problem at all. I’m flattered by the request. What day is the
shoot?”

“
Actually it’s the day after
you said you’d get back. I know that might sound a little hectic, I
can have it pushed back ‘till later if you’d like.” I wasn’t about
to ask that of him. After all we’ve been through together, this is
the least I could do.

“
Don’t worry about it,
that’d be fine.”

“
Well I know it’s going to
be a long trip. Three months can make an impact on the body, if
you’re not careful with how you eat.” It’s polite of him to
consider, but I think I can manage it. Just because I’m going on an
extended vacation it doesn’t mean I’m going to let the last year or
so at the gym go to waste.

“
Really, Kevin. It’s fine.
I’ll stay on top of everything. There’s no way I’m going to let
myself slide backwards while I’m away.” The tension relieves from
his face looks genuinely grateful to hear this.

“
Thank you, Melanie. I
didn’t want you to feel pressured, but you getting back that day
gives me enough time to submit a portfolio of my work to a panel of
judges at the University. You’d be the front page of the catalog,
of course. It’s just.. I don’t want to get too technical, but my
career could really launch off after this.” I can’t say how strange
it was to hear Kevin speak this way.

Here was a man that for years has only been
commanding and instructive. Friendly, yes. Considerate, yes. He’s
stayed within his bounds as ‘deservedly arrogant’ when it came to
gym matters, never crossing into ‘asshole’ territory. But it feels
like he’s outright begging right now. I assure him once more that
he can count on me before hug him goodbye and exit the gym,
beginning to feel a little redundant.

“
Melanie, Actually there’s
something else I’d like to talk to you about,” he lets out as I’ve
already walked through the sliding doors. I turn around expecting
something else about his photo shoot, but I can see in his eyes
that it’s not about that. “It can wait, until you get back. Have a
safe trip.”

“
I will,” I smile as I wave
back to him in excitement, “Don’t worry Kevin Campbell. I have no
reason to let everything go!” I call out as I step into my car,
wholeheartedly believing my reassurance.

This, is how it always works. You know you’re
going to be spending time away from the gym, so you swear to
yourself not to let things get out of control. You trust yourself
then, because you’ve forgotten what you’re really like when you
give up the discipline the gym gave you. You have no idea that
you’re about to let everything go.

I didn’t mean to put on forty-eight pounds on
my vacation. I can’t recall which bite at which incredible Italian
cuisine was the one that sent me over my limit, but imagine that it
happened sometime on my third day there.

One of the cuter boys in the vacation group
of grads caught me declining to order anything other than a light
salad. He was a sandy-blonde haired boy name Paul, and though we
became friends over the trip, I have to say he wasn’t the best
influence for me while we were there.

“
Are you serious, Mel?
You’re in Italy. You’re going to miss the experience if you don’t
at least try the food here I refuse to acknowledge to anyone that
you actually were a part of this trip,” he said grinning. I
reluctantly ordered a plate of spinach-stuffed Alfredo ravioli,
pledging only to eat half and get a box to finish it later for
lunch the next day. Nobody told me, however, that this would be
physically impossible. After the first bite of creamy Italian
seasoned shell I decided to treat myself, just this once, and
engorge the entire meal.

What about that cute blonde frat boy named
Paul? He congratulated me for finally joining everyone else on the
vacation and we hit it off quite smoothly over the next three days.
We talked, and ate. We got drunk, and ate. We laughed at each other
whenever we were forced to conduct a laughable conversation with a
native Italian speaker, and ate. We got a long so well that one
night he pulled me in for a kiss.

He could really be quite persuasive. As we
embraced each other’s mouth he had me planning exactly how I wanted
to spend the rest of my trip, but I had to pull him off. I needed
to confess something to him that was distracting every pleasurable
thought I could be having.

“
Wait, Paul.”

“
What? What is it?” he
asked, annoyed.

“
It’s just. I’m a virgin. I
just thought you should know so that.” I was embarrassed to admit
this to him. I expected him to look down on me, which if he did, he
hid his feelings very well. But since I had halted the romantic
momentum, he took this opportunity to make his own confession. Paul
forgot to mention that he’s leaving with the rest of his fraternity
friends for France in the morning. We had a frantic search for
privacy, which lasted for about an hour, and then I became tired.
So let down by his revelation that I needed to sleep it off. I
suppose that’s a frustrating personality flaw, but I can’t help it.
Paul looked let down, and beseeched me to stay out with him and
keep looking for a chance to adequately see each other off, but I
just couldn’t get back into it. C’est la vie, Paul. And then I
ate.

Why was my eating so out of control? I’m
still not entirely sure. Though I could feel my body gradually
ballooning I don’t know why I sought comfort from food the way I
did. Maybe I just missed home. Or maybe I just missed someone.

One night in Milan my subconscious mind
drifted back to a place I longed to be reunited with, and
reawakened feelings in me I thought were extinguished. I was back
in the gym, stretching my hamstrings as far as they would possibly
allow. My fingers were touching the foam cushioned floor. The
burning intensified and soon I was stretched so far down my palms
were rested on the floor.

‘
Are you seeing this?’ I
called out to Kevin. I knew he was nearby, though I couldn’t see
him.

‘
That’s very impressive,
Melanie,’ I smiled at the thought. Soon Kevin placed a supportive
hand on my lower back, helping me maximize my stretch. I relished
the feeling of his massive hand resting on my back as it
transitioned to softly caressing and feeling me with more and more
sensual focus.

‘
Do you know what I want you
to do now?’ he asked as his other hand attached to the inside of my
heavy thigh. Kevin slowly worked his way up, his powerful hand
pulled more and more of my leg up with it.

‘
Anything,’ I said back in
between my deep breaths, ‘just tell me what you want.’

‘
I want you to cum on my
hand’ as he spoke he slid a finger along my glistening slit,
massaging my throbbing clit with deliberate intention. Suddenly I
was on my back as he continued his vigorous groping. With no words
to express my craving for him I arched my back allowing my stomach
to spill outward to his liking. At last I gasped as he inserted two
of his manly fingers into me.

I never had time to confess that I’m a virgin
while he had me on my back, gripping fistfuls of the air and
begging for sexual mercy as he devoured my cunt. My thick legs
clamped around his head and were embraced by bulging biceps in his
colossal arms. It was everything I had wanted, but forgotten years
earlier. I was his.

I began to soak through my pink cotton
panties as the dream intensified. Kevin Campbell, inside me. The
thought was enough to make me jolt and quiver in my sleep. But
before I reached a climax as the dream Kevin had instructed I awoke
panting in my youth hostel bed, humping the sheets and about to
wake up my roommates.

Reflecting on the dream the next morning
intrigued me as much as it worried me. Why was romantically lusting
for Kevin again? Did I really miss him that much? I might have
believed it was just a bizarre meaningless extrapolation of my
subconscious, but when the dream started recurring twice a week I
knew some part of myself was wrestling with my true emotions.

I missed Paul after he left, but I certainly
kept our tradition alive on my own. The food in that country is
loaded with creamy richness that’s honestly unavoidable. The excess
calories and carbs becomes permanently plastered onto your body by
the alcohol you consume, which is just as prevalent as the
food.

For three months I ate as if it were without
consequence and engorged myself as often as I could. Yeah, maybe I
was mourning the sudden departure from Paul, and maybe I just felt
like being my natural self at the same time. The day before my
flight back to the states I looked in the mirror and let my new
transformation sink in. My breasts had grown nearly a cup-size, and
my waist was attached to twice as much ass and thighs.

The day I flew home I greeted my mother at
the airport and acted as if nothing at all had changed. We laughed
over dinner about my trip, and when she asked once at it’s
conclusion if I still planned to go to Kevin’s photo shoot in the
morning I lied and said he found someone else. I wanted to believe
it enough to make it true. That night when I was home I tried
putting on the same work out clothes I wore the day before I left,
and I looked like a complete joke. My spare tire definitely hung
out further than it ever had before, and my arms suddenly looked
doughier than they had in years. I felt comfortable at this size,
but I couldn’t believe myself as the model image for someone’s
career reputation as a personal trainer. I would never accept
curvaceous girl in the mirror as the real me. There was no hiding
the damage I’d done.

I can say now that I know that I’m weak. I
refused to acknowledge my mistake and own up to it by calling Kevin
to let him know he should hustle to find another student for his
photo shoot. Or even just to let him know he should maybe cancel
the photo shoot all together.

That day I sat up in my room by myself.
Suddenly completely crippled and immobile. I refused to own up to
what I had done, which made me feel even worse for Paul, which was
guilt I just couldn’t confront. It was too much for me to take, and
it kept getting worse. Suddenly my phone buzzed from Kevin’s
innocent, unassuming text.