The bride and the fitness instructor

(Translation — FUCKTOR; Author — Stormbringer)

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Translator's note: This was one of my first translations. Rereading it now, I realize how many awkward phrases and inaccuracies are here. But I'm too lazy to fix or redo anything anymore. So please don't judge too harshly! If anyone has the desire, they can make a better translation using this one as a basis.

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Denis lay on his side of the bed, he slowly reached out and ran his hand between his fiancée's breasts, and down to her stomach. They had been dating for eight months, and tonight he had proposed they get married in 10 months.

Michelle

tensed her stomach when he touched it. "Don't touch my stomach," she said. "I'm too fat."

"You're still the same beautiful cheerleader I dreamed about in school," he replied lovingly. "Besides, I'm no athlete myself."

After graduating high school, Denis took over his father's auto business and was quite successful at it. One day he stopped for lunch at a local diner and saw a sad, plump woman eating alone, and he recognized her immediately, even though she was about 30 kilos heavier than when she was in school with him 18 years ago. He walked over to her and said "Hi," and even though it took Michelle a few minutes to remember who he was, he joined her.

Jed was a talented linebacker for the school football team. He was muscular, handsome, and had a good sense of humor. They dated throughout their school years, and he got both academic and athletic scholarships and went to college to become a lawyer. Although every guy in school dreamed of being with Michelle, no one held a grudge against Jed; he was too likable. The only flaw Michelle could remember was that he liked to drink every weekend.

And that was the problem. Michelle bitterly noted that she had given Jed 18 years of her life when she talked about her marriage to Jed. In high school, Jed was known as a fun-loving drinker; in college, he became a binge drinker, and being married, also a terrible husband. He started going downhill right after they got married when they were in their twenties. A year later, he was kicked out of college and became an auto mechanic. Evenings he spent sitting in front of the TV with a can of beer. At first, he was a wonderful husband, but after a few years, he became abusive. He started blaming his wife for his problems, constantly insulting and belittling her. Michelle stopped respecting herself and started overeating every day. And when she gained weight, his irritation increased until one day he hit her. Jed said he was sorry and promised to change. She was foolish and stayed with him. Then, after five years of marriage, Jed broke her arm after another argument. Michelle called the police, and he was sent to prison for four years for assaulting a police officer and domestic violence.

Denis asked her to dinner that night, and they started dating.

"Well?" he asked as they lay side by side.

"No, honey," she replied, "but it doesn't matter, I still enjoyed it."

Denis was upset; he couldn't give his fiancée an orgasm. His penis was smaller than average, and he had stimulated his few previous girlfriends orally. He tried to do it with Michelle, but her hips were too plump, and he couldn't position himself properly.

Michelle had been unsatisfied as a woman for a long time, but her love for Denis overshadowed everything. This wonderful, gentle man made her feel special, loved, and needed again. He treated her much more tenderly and carefully than Jed. She never regretted divorcing him; her only wish was to keep his cock.

She looked at her future husband lying next to her in a doze and thought, "he deserves better." He had brought her happiness, and she had given him nothing in return. The answer came to her instantly. She would give Denis back the girl he dreamed of. She would start working out, lose weight, and get her figure back. That would be the best wedding gift. Maybe she could even wear her old cheerleader uniform on their honeymoon.

"Darling," she whispered, "are you still awake?

"Hmm," Denis replied lazily.

"I want to go to the gym to look good for the wedding," she told him. "Of course. Whatever you wish, I won't even object," he replied. Denis smiled as he imagined the sexy cheerleader on the football field. He still didn't care what she looked like, but he understood that if she lost weight, she would regain all her self-respect, and maybe he would have enough room to lick her and bring her to orgasm.

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They grabbed some workout clothes and drove across town to the new fitness complex building. They paid their membership fees and went to the owner's office. Denis shook hands with Tyrone Douglas, the owner.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Douglas," he said.

Tyrone was a local legend. He graduated from the same school Denis and Michelle attended 18 years before them and had a career as a professional boxer. Unfortunately, he wasn't the best at it, but he won enough fights to open his own fitness center and was successful at it. Denis was impressed by Tyrone's physique. He was wearing loose shorts and a tight-fitting tank top to show off his pumped muscles; he was also the blackest man Denis had ever seen, not to mention his physical condition. In build, Tyrone was like Mike Tyson, only Tyrone was a bit taller. Denis felt a pain in his neck as he looked up at the black giant.

Tyrone looked at the newcomers. Probably wimps, he thought. They'll last a week, maybe two, and then start making excuses to stay home. A shame; the woman seemed to have great potential.

Tyrone gave them a tour of the gym. He introduced them to Hans and Steve, two white high schoolers who helped Tyrone in the gym in exchange for boxing lessons. Hans and Steve paid them no mind because they were showing off their biceps to a few girls. Tyrone showed them the weight room, the pool and sauna, and the aerobics room. The aerobics room was full of people, and Tyrone said he had to leave them to start the class.

Denis couldn't take his eyes off the many beautiful bodies in the fitness room. There were about fifteen people, and ten of them were the most attractive women he had ever seen. They were dressed in revealing, tight-fitting outfits, showing off their gorgeous, toned bodies. He stared as they bent and stretched until Michelle pulled him out.

Michelle was curious about how many bench presses she could do and was glad when Tyrone finished his tour and said he would spot her. Tyrone set the weight she was supposedly supposed to lift, and Michelle lay on her back and grabbed the bar. She lifted it easily, and he added a few more pounds. Michelle prepared to lift the weight again and suddenly found herself staring at Tyrone's shorts; she gasped when she saw what was there.

Denis heard his wife gasp and thought Tyrone had overloaded the bar.

Michelle couldn't believe the size of the cock and balls packed into Tyrone's shorts. Never in her life had she seen anything more intimidating. In its flaccid state, his cock was as big as Jed's when erect. She imagined reaching for his cock as she slowly raised and lowered the weight. She was a little disappointed when Tyrone asked Hans to take his place but was no less shocked to see that Hans also had an incredibly thick, huge cock. Doesn't anyone here wear underwear? she thought.

Denis asked Tyrone to help him and soon understood why his wife had gasped. Tyrone showed him the basics and asked Steve to take over as he had to work with the class. Steve reluctantly agreed. Denis asked his wife if she wanted to take a break, and she agreed. He noticed she was breathing heavily, even though she hadn't worked that hard. Hans and Steve seemed relieved to leave them and returned to their girls.

Michelle had disappeared somewhere, and he went to look for her. She was standing at the window overlooking the aerobics room, mesmerized, watching the fitness program going on. Denis was no less impressed. Tyrone was demonstrating combinations of repetitive boxing moves; it was like the popular Tai Bo fitness program. Denis was even more impressed by the three women standing in the front row. All three were attractive and well-built. He recognized one; it was Sarah Adams, the wife of a wealthy friend of his. That evening they returned home tired, and that was despite not working out for very long. Michelle said she was looking forward to tomorrow.

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They went to the gym together for about a month until Denis started making excuses not to go. At first, Michelle was offended. She didn't like working out alone; Tyrone was always friendly, but he often had to leave to work with the class, and Hans and Steve never paid any attention to her.

Michelle looked at her fat body in the mirror; Tyrone had developed a special diet for her, and she had lost eight pounds thanks to the diet and exercise. She was on the right track and wasn't going to give up.

After five months, the excess fat began to melt away as Michelle visited the gym at least four times a week. Denis stopped going to the gym altogether, preferring to wait for her at home. He was truly sweet. She would return from workouts tired and sweaty, and there was always a hot bubble bath and dinner on the table waiting for her. He would massage her aching body, and she would breathe relaxed, lying in the bath. Not to mention that he enjoyed all the benefits of her increased sexuality. She had lost 35 pounds and was proud of herself. According to the schedule, she was supposed to lose another 5 pounds. Before the wedding, she had 25 pounds to lose in the remaining 5 months.

One month later, when she had lost another six pounds, Michelle came home elated. Tyrone had offered her to move up to his fitness class. He called her into his office and said he was impressed with her dramatic weight loss struggle over the past months, and he thought working with the class would help her reach her goal faster. She thought about the offer that night and realized she really liked it. All her muscles and body were toned and prepared after so many routine weight sessions. She had also become friends with a few girls from the fitness class. Jennifer, Carla, and Sarah—all were very friendly to her. They seemed to feel a little sorry for the slightly plump girl in the tracksuit. They helped her with exercises and weights.

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They had been fucking for an hour, and Michelle had lost count of how many times he had made her come. Jed slowly pulled his giant out of her pussy and pressed it against her ass. "Ready to be my whore that I'll fuck in the ass?" he asked. She nodded, and he shoved his thick cock into her ass. At first, it hurt, but the pain gradually gave way to a very intense feeling, and she came again as he slid his fingers into her pussy while he continued to fuck her in the ass, and she knelt on the crumpled blanket among empty beer cans, listening to the blaring music from his parked car.

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She snapped out of her fantasy world; Denis had shot his small stream of cum into her after five minutes. He collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily. She felt guilty for remembering Jed while making love with Denis, but she missed fucking Jed, his big cock.

There were three months left until the wedding, and Michelle had 15 pounds left to lose. Tyrone's exercises were doing wonders for her body. She was still a bit plump, but now all her fullness was in the right places. Denis started calling her my priceless Botticelli.

She worked her fists diligently, watching the movements of the girls standing in front of the class. You could stand anywhere, but they always stood in the front row. Michelle was really warmed up and sweaty from the intense workout. When she did a couple of warm-up jumps, she suddenly felt a chill spreading from her butt down her legs. She also heard giggles from those standing behind. She looked down in fright and, to her horror, discovered that her sweatpants had fallen to the floor, and she was left only in her old-fashioned gym panties. She quickly pulled up her sweatpants, holding them at the waist, blushing with embarrassment. She felt relief when Sarah ran over to her, put her arms around her, and led her to the locker room.

"Here, here, dear," said Sarah, trying to calm the distraught young woman. "You've just lost too much weight to keep wearing such old-fashioned things. There's an old swimsuit in my locker; you can wear it."

Michelle sniffled and nodded, watching her friend dash to the locker to get the swimsuit. She found it and pulled it out of the locker.

"I can't wear this," she breathed. "I haven't worn anything this revealing since I was a teenager."

"Don't be a child," said Sarah. "It'll be fine. And by the way, throw away your old-fashioned panties." Laughing, Sarah returned to the class.

She put on the swimsuit. The bottom of the swimsuit was smaller than her panties, and she saw that a lot of fat was still bulging out from under it. She had to struggle to stuff her breasts into the swimsuit since its cups were designed for Sarah's smaller breasts, so a lot of flesh remained uncovered on the sides. She remembered Tyrone's words, who always said, set a goal and follow it. Michelle smiled; her new goal would be to fit into this suit. She returned to the class embarrassed and stopped in the doorway.

Tyrone stopped mid-punch and stared at Michelle. He had never seen such large breasts on such a slim woman. His cock stirred in his pants, and he imagined his cock sliding between those breasts, her lips closing around his big cockhead. And why the hell had she been hiding such a body under sweatpants. She radiated such embarrassment and was so frightened that he wanted to fuck her that evening instead of Carla.

The others saw Tyrone staring at Michelle and also stared at her. Michelle barely restrained herself from running away and hiding when Tyrone started applauding; soon everyone else joined in, and Michelle blushed from the praise. The attention from all these people excited her, and she felt her nipples harden, stretching her already stretched swimsuit even more.

"Living proof that my training program works," Tyrone exclaimed. Then he blew his whistle, and everyone started shadowboxing, with Michelle joining them.

Michelle felt great after the exercises and wanted to talk to Tyrone, but he took Carla to his office. Sarah and Jennifer came over and asked if she wanted to join them in the hot tub and soak a bit. She happily agreed and put the swimsuit back on because she had nothing else. Both Sarah and Jennifer were wearing what could be called scandalous bikinis. At first, she felt a bit awkward, but then she decided that when her body reached the right size, she would also wear a tiny bikini. The girls laughed and chatted. Michelle really liked them; they had a lot in common; her three friends had also been popular cheerleaders, like her, but after school, they had kept their bodies in good shape. However, Michelle thought they were a bit arrogant.

"Why is Carla taking so long?" she asked.

Jennifer and Sarah fell silent and looked at her for a moment. Then Jennifer spoke: "Tyrone often gives us some, well, private lessons."

Michelle tensed up and remembered that after each class, Tyrone would go off alone with one of the girls. Puzzled, she asked, "and what happens in these lessons?"

"Oh, mostly he just makes us stretch," Sarah and Jennifer replied in unison and giggled.

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There was one month left until the wedding, and Michelle had achieved her goal. She was five pounds heavier than she had been in school, but she attributed that to her increased breast size; everything else exactly matched her teenage measurements. She was busy with wedding preparations and missed a few gym sessions. Strangely, she felt that the girls at the gym had been distancing themselves from her for the last month. Tyrone placed her next to him in front of the class, and they seemed upset by her intrusion into their territory.

One evening Michelle came home furious. "That bitch, those bitches," she shouted. "I asked Sarah to spot me. She got nervous and asked for her swimsuit back. And then they said they didn't want to be friends with me anymore."

Denis watched his future wife cry; sometimes she could be so naive. "Darling, they're just jealous," he said.

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