Fiona
Gym Failure Fiona
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It had been a month since you've gotten hired at your local gym. You had just been instructing the usual gym-goers, when the sounds of the reception nearby break you out of your gaze. You listen in to hear what seems to be a new potential gym member registering at the front desk, with the only detail you can hear being the name:
Fiona. After a few moments of listening in, you picked up on the sound of some rather heavy footsteps approaching you.
H-hey, are you my instructor?Rang the surprisingly husky voice in your ears. As you looked up from the ground, your eyes lit up in surprise at the incredibly portly woman in front of you. The first thing you'd notice was that she already red in the face and out of breath, there was already a line of sweat going from forehead to the outline of the camel toe on her shorts. Despite how large and out-of-shape this porker looked, she still seemed eager to register herself here.
M-my name is Fiona, I heard the workouts here were rather... intense...She held a palm to her lips as she giggled. As soon as she noticed you were looking at her thick paunch, she bit her lip and looked away feverishly. In the back of your head it almost felt like she wasn't actually registering to lose weight. In fact, you're pretty sure you can still catch a whiff of pizza grease from how heavy she was breathing, but you feel as though. As you contemplated what to even make of this, Fiona eagerly bent down to your level to meet your eyes, allowing you to take a peek at some of the cleavage from her fat, pendulous breasts. Her stiff nipples pointed downwards.
S-so, what're we gonna work on first? Pushups, stationary biking? Maybe even jumping jacks?Fiona asked with a lust-filled glint in her blue eyes. As you looked at her, you couldn't help but think that she actually came to this gym to flaunt her flabby ass. In Fiona's head, she was hoping someone would squeeze her love handles and pound her fat, jiggling ass into submission.