Brandon grumbled to himself as he entered into the spin cycle class. He hated the idea of doing this much cardio. But the doctor and his wife practically demanded that he did something other than just lift weights. That would be good on controlling his weight, but not fast enough to lose his big belly he’d gained over the years.
It’s not like Brandon cared. Working in construction he’d seen plenty of guys bigger than him. Guys whose bellies stretched further out than his or guys who couldn’t properly bend over any more. Maybe it was just because he was a little bit taller, but Brandon never thought he carried his weight too badly. But when the doctor saw him, he was a bit more shocked than he thought he should have been. Before he knew it, he was signing up for the class and then more surprisingly, going.
As he entered the gym’s bike room, Brandon’s face soured more than it had already been. ‘Only women…’ he scoffed to himself. Usually that would be fine. A good view all around him was always appreciated, but he could feel their judging stares. His overweight body only felt all the more unattractive after having walked past all the gym bros on the other side of the wall.
Brandon pushed through. ‘For my wife,’ he breathed out a sigh as he took a bike in the back of the room. It helped with the stares as he wasn’t trying to impress any of these women anyways.
“Alright class!” a high pitched, but distinctively male voice called from the front of the room. Brandon felt his body shift to attention. ‘A twinky looking dude…’ Brandon thought to himself as he looked at the instructor. The guy up front had to be only 150 or so pounds, maximum. His trim body looked like it had a bit of muscle to it, but his smooth hairless body looked so frail, Brandon couldn’t help but wonder if he’d ever done any physical labor at all. A bit of pride filled his gut as he thought just how weak the man up front was.
However, he was in for a rude awakening that cycle class didn’t care about strength, it was endurance. The peppy voice shouted to shout and everyone in the class joined in. The first minute or two Brandon felt perfectly fine. That quickly shifted as the instructor told them to pick up the pace. Then they were ‘going uphill.’ Then faster as they reached the summit. ‘What the hell!? Where’s the downhill?!’ Brandon huffed as he needed some sort of break. The class was supposed to be 50 minutes but it felt like an eternity.
“Don’t push yourself too hard! Especially if it’s your first time,” the instructor shouted. Brandon could feel his eyes on him. Pride and anger swirled around him, but the physical limitation of his body made it obvious he needed to slow down. Sweat had stained the entirety of his shirt and he could feel it in his underwear and shorts as well. His clothes clung to his body and the drenched hair underneath had to be giving off a distinct smell. Feeling his bike nearly topple over, Brandon decided to keep himself at a more reasonable pace until the class concluded.
As he sat on the bike to catch his breath, he couldn’t help but notice the women giving him an even wider berth than earlier. ‘Not trying to impress any of you anyways…’ he glared. The redness on his face from the sweat covered any embarrassment that he was currently feeling. At the same time the soreness of his legs made it impossible for him to confidently leave his seat.
“Nice job out there,” the instructor approached him, dodging all the women. His pretty boy face barely looked tired after all of that. “I’m Dillon by the way.”
“Brandon,” Brandon held out his hand. Dillon reached in and shook it. The size difference was immense. Brandon’s thick calloused hand easily engulfed the trainers. More surprising to Brandon was how soft and delicate it felt, closer to any woman than man. “Thanks…” he added.
“You know we don’t get many people in like you,” Dillon said.
“Fat pieces of shit?” Brandon frowned.
Dillon’s fake smile widened. “Men,” he corrected. “There are plenty of overweight people who come in and lose all kinds of weight. Just ask any of the women around.” He looked around. Most had already started to shuffle out. “Maybe next time,” he quickly added.
Brandon gave him a grumpy, “Mmmhmm…” as he watched the women leave.
“So, what made you want to come today?” Dillon asked.
“Doctor,” Brandon huffed, “said I needed to lose some weight. Said this was really good place to do it.”
“Doctor Mason?” Dillon’s fake smile turned more genuine.
It caught Brandon a bit off guard though. “Uhhh… Yeah?” he nodded. “Doctor Mason. He said you had really impressive results.”
“I do,” Dillon’s face lit up. A giddiness ran through him. “And you read the brochure?”
“Uhh… Yeah?” Brandon tilted his head a bit.
“THAT’S PERFECT!” Dillon squealed. He leapt in for a hug, however, with Brandon’s girth he couldn’t quite get his hands to touch.
“Okay?” Brandon didn’t know how to react. His arms lifted up as though not to touch the other man at all. However, the length of the hug was getting a bit uncomfortable. And he could have sworn he could hear Dillon saying something, but with his face buried in Brandon’s fat it was muffled to incomprehension.
“Hehe!” Dillon came backout with the widest smile on his face. For the first time Brandon had felt pretty happy that his face was beet red as a bit of blush from embarrassment seeped into him. Or maybe it was the way his soft little hands were touching him. Almost like they were gently padding his fat. “Don’t feel embarrassed,” he said. “This’ll all feel normal after a little bit.”
“What will?”
Dillon let out another giggle. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Don’t worry about it?” Brandon repeated. His eyes narrowed as he tried to think about what he should worry about. Something about the last sentence Dillon had said seemed off, but he couldn’t focus on it. “Don’t worry about it… Hmmm… Hey! What are you doing?” Dillon had gone over to the front door and locked it.
“Just preparing for our second session,” Dillon said. The innocence in his voice knocked Brandon a little bit. “You said you wanted a more private lesson. Being around all those women made you uncomfortable.”
Brandon couldn’t deny that. But, at the same time, he didn’t remember asking for a private lesson. “I guess…” he nodded.
“Perfect! Now take off your shirt,” Dillon said.
“T-take off my shirt!?” Brandon squawked back. “Wh-why!?” He naturally grabbed at his fat almost as though to tuck it in.
However, Dillon’s confidence didn’t break. “I just need to know what I’m working with. Besides, why would you be uncomfortable. I’m sure you’ve changed in front of guys before. Why’s this any different?”
“I… I don’t know…” Brandon muttered. He slowly gripped the bottom of his shirt and started to peal it off his large sweaty body. All the while trying to think of a reason why he wouldn’t want to do it. It was just with another guy. Maybe a bit of a gay one. But it was a professional. He slowly gave in and stood there shirtless. His belly distended out in front of him and the hair covering it was all mattered together. “There…” he muttered.
“My! My! Look at all of that to work with! And what were you thinking about it? Hmmm?”
The cool breeze in the room made Dillon shiver. “What do you mean?”
“What type of body do you want to have? Hmmm? You’ve got so much fat all over your body. What were you thinking? A pro-bodybuilder? Big muscles, small waist. Or just losing it all and being more like me?”
Brandon felt himself snort out a laugh. “Sorry… I’m just here to lose a little weight. And it’s not like I wanna be one of those prissy guys who count every single calorie that they take in. I don’t mind a bit of the weight. But it just can’t all be stacked here,” he grabbed his belly and gave it a shake. “Doctor says that has to go.”
“Of course not,” Dillon grinned. He moved closer to Brandon again. His soft hand landed on the hairy belly. “You need to be big and strong for your job. Able to be able to lift more than any one else around you without getting tired at all. The other men look up to you, for both your strength and height.”
Brandon felt a lump form in his throat. The gentle way Dillon’s fingers parsed through his hair didn’t feel normal, but he couldn’t quite get himself to worry about it. Instead, he was more curious about this feeling running through his body. Almost like all his weight was shifting around in his body. The fat in his stomach seemed to pull back into him while his shoulders and arms and legs felt thicker.
Even stranger still was how much smaller Dillon was feeling. Brandon had thought they were about the same height, but now he was looking down on him a bit more. Something all the way down in his bones felt like they were stretching. Every second they were expanding and growing thicker. Then Dillon only seemed to come up to his shoulders. “What the hell?” Brandon reached for his head. A deep confusion started to spread through him.
“It’s alright big guy,” Dillon leaned more of his weight on Brandon. “You’ve always been this big. And love showing it off. Especially to other men. You can see how jealous they are of your size and strength, and rub it in a little.”
Brandon flashed a bit of a twisted smirk. It’s not like Dillon was wrong. Nor could he deny how good it felt to have the other man running his hands up and down his body. “I mean…” he nodded, his eyes looked off into the distance. “They just need to work out a bit harder.”
“Uh-huh,” Dillon’s fingers gripped his mighty pec. “Give me a flex.” Brandon dutifully obliged. His massive arms went up and gave them a powerful flex. Dillon’s tiny hands wrapped around the massive arms as much as they could but couldn’t reach each other. Then squeezing with all his might, he couldn’t make the muscle move at all. “You’ve got to feel so good. It can be a bit hard for some people to tell on that handsomely stoic face.”
“It can be…” Brandon agreed.
Dillon pressed his body harder against Brandon. One hand squeezing his bicep while the other clenched his pec. “But so many try anyways. To be with a sexy guy like you it’d be such a missed opportunity.” His hand slid down Brandon’s belly and into his shorts. “But I also couldn’t help but notice you’ve been hard since I started talking to you…”
His soft hand gently grasped Brandon’s hard dick, feeling it throb at the sensation. Brandon let out a bit of a grunt but stayed stone faced. Dillon only smiled as he continued to gently tug against the rod. Each time watching as Brandon did his best to stay tough. Dillon’s other hand gently parsed through the sweaty hair lining the bigger man’s belly and chest. He rested his head against Brandon’s thick pecs, smiling up at him.
“Feels good. Don’t it?” Dillon smirked.
Brandon gave him a grunt and a nod. It was getting hard to hold back. No amount of toughness could keep him from finishing. He let out another grunt as his body jerked. A massive load filled his underwear. The euphoric feeling made him a bit dizzy, but he was quickly coming down from it. He looked down at Dillon who’s smile only broadened.
“I know that look,” Dillon pressed his body against Brandon’s. “You really liked my class. Didn’t you? Well… I’ll happily see you next week. We need more guys like you here. Okay?” Brandon gave another grunt and nod as he went to the locker room to throw his underwear away.