Cindy was headed to the local Planet Fitness. Some girls didn't appreciate how much work went into looking this good. She couldn't afford to sit back at home and snack if she wanted to maintain her status. She changed into a pair of shorts, a sports bra, a gray top that hugged her breasts, and tied her hair into a ponytail.
She walked out to the workout area and groaned. The only available treadmill was positioned in front of the bikes. This wouldn't be so bad if some fat bitch wasn't sweating all over the one in front of her. The woman had short black hair that was matted to her face from her sweat. She had decent size breasts that bounced with every turn of the pedal she made. She had a flabby waist with the outline of a muffin top. Cindy cringed noticing the woman's butt was so fat it enveloped the seat. In truth the woman was only mildly overweight, around 180 pounds, but in Cindy's mind she might as well be as big as a cow.
Reluctantly Cindy stepped on the treadmill, cursing her luck. Her mood didn't improve as she noticed the remote to the tv was missing. Cindy was about to storm up to the attendant and complain, but remembered the remote she had picked up earlier. Hoping it was a universal model she took it out of the bag. She saw it was set in environment mode. What did that mean? Cindy aimed the remote at the tv in front of her and fired. The tv didn't turn on, but Cindy was amazed by what she saw instead.
She recognized one of the trainers, Casey, a tall blonde with good muscle tone in her mid-twenties, and a tight trim body come up to the woman. "How's it going Samantha? You're really getting a workout in today."
"Not really. This is still just a warm-up." The raven haired woman said as her powerful legs easily pumped back and forth on the machine. "I'll really get going after this set."
Casey looked at her friend. Samantha was a big fitness nut. There didn't seem to be a day Casey didn't see the woman in the gym for several hours. There was hardly a trace of fat on the woman. She had hard 4-pack abs, defined arms, a tight bubble butt, and somewhat small breasts. "Have you ever thought about becoming a trainer here? I swear you're in better shape than half the staff."
"I don't know Casey. I'd have to think about it." Smantha replied without missing a beat of her workout.
Cindy looked down at the remote, knowing it did this. These women were acting like nothing had changed though. The remote did say it had an awareness feature. Did that mean only she noticed the changes? Cindy also saw it had a reverse mode. Curious about what would happen she set the remote to reverse environment mode and fired on Samantha again.
"As you can see Ms. Winters our facilities are top of the line. We can set you up with an easy program and diet to start you off, and you should see results with a proper commitment" Casey went through her usual sales pitch. She couldn't imagine this Ms. Winters would last long here though.
"Please call me Sammy, and I don't know. I'm kind of embarrassed about being here at all. I don't really want people to make fun of me." Samantha said, no longer on the bike, but standing beside it. She was in a old Blink-182 t-shirt and gray sweatpants now.
"I assure you this is a judgment free zone." Casey replied. 'It won't stop them from thinking those insults though' She thought. Ms. Winters was the biggest client she had since she started working here. Her chart showed Sammy was tipping the scales at a bloated 390 pounds. Sammy had a chubby face with a thick ring of fat around her neck. Her arms were meaty things that led to plump little hands with sausage like fingers. Her gut was massive and pressed firmly against her t-shirt, which by the look of things was bought more than a couple sizes ago. Her breasts though large, sagged considerably and stretched the top half of her wardrobe. Her drooping, globular ass cheeks were fighting for room, and there was no gap between her thick thighs.
Cindy had to stifle her laughter. This thing was great!