Narration of Weight Training

Last year I wrote a companion piece to one of my favorite weight gain comics of all time, Sarah's Big Adventure. I recently found another sequence that I've been smitten with, and I thought it would be fun to flesh out the characters in a different sort of way. RubiWanJinn on DeviantArt has been creating art around stills and gifs from charters in second life. His sequence Weight Training is an awesome follow up to another one he did called Bikini Body. In Weight Training the girls have dialog with each image, so I've added the story around which the rest takes place. Hopefully you all like it as much as I do.

Weight Training -

My roommate, Ethica, had gained an addiction to working out. We needed to get our figures back in shape, so we both joined a gym near our place. We both got back to our proud bikini flaunting weights, but Ethica didn’t want to stop there. She needed to reach another milestone, and one day at the gym the idea finally came to her. 

‘Aww, nice and lean again!’ Ethica thought to herself as she jogged on the treadmill. ‘But I feel like I should do more with my workouts…’

After cranking out three miles I noticed Ethica had hopped off the treadmill and started to pat her self down with a towel. Ethica liked to work out in a sports bra and what she called shorts, but resembed something more like underwear. Her sports bra also wasn’t what you would call traditional. It gave her great support, but also let her chest breath quite a bit, and as a result got doused in sweat when she worked out.

As my roommate glided away from the treadmill, she stopped as she reached the pull up bar. “That’s it!” She shouted to herself. I should build up some muscle! Time for some weight training.” She threw both of her skinny hands up over the metal bar and started to pull herself up, bringing her chin up over the bar easily. “1...2...3...4…” She counted as she went, breathing in between.

I observed all this from the workout mats by the stairs. I was doing my own routine, which didn't require any machines. I didn’t really believe in any of that stuff, but Ethica went wild over all the equipment in the gym. ‘Ethica is trying to build muscle again. She looks better soft though! Hmm… Well, muscles need more calories and I bet I can make her over due it!’ I thought to myself as I did my set of straight-leg sit-ups. It was a great plan and I decided to not wait to put it in motion, I needed to strike while the iron was hot.

I told Ethica I was going to head home early, and she said she was probably going to stay another hour at the gym. This gave me a perfect amount of time to whip something together. When Ethica came home an hour later I had our dining room table covered in a tasty meal for my hard-driven roommate. “What’s all this?” Ethica asked as she noticed my putting the last plate of chicken thighs on the table.

“Well I overheard you saying that you wanted to start doing some weight training, and I knew you’d need a lot of protein if you want to gain some muscle, so I thought I would help.” I lied right through my teeth. But Ethica bought it, hook line and sinker. She joined me at the table and picked up a leg of chicken. Her eyes scanned across all the dishes I had prepared. There was a big pan of pasta with cheese and meat sauce, of course the plate of chicken thighs, Some breakfast sausage with egg and potato, and some rolls of sushi that I picked up.

“Wow, all for me? Jane, this is too much!” Ethica replied as she took the first of several bites out of the chicken. 

“Nonsense! You’re trying to build muscle, so eat up!” I encouraged. 

My plan worked swimmingly. Ethica didn’t hesitate to eat everything on the table. After every workout I cooked up something similar, and Ethica was more than happy to polish every last plate off. I kept telling her that she needed more and more protein if she wanted to get all the muscle she was desiring, which fueled her to eat more of my meals with each passing day.

It wasn’t long before I could see the fruits of my labors, as Ethica was looking softer all over already. She continued to be a workout-aholic, but that worked to my advantage because I was free to load her up on huge meals everytime she got back from the gym. She still did a lot of cardio, but as the pounds piled on she soon started to feel a little different. “Whew, cardio is making me sweat today. Must be from the extra muscle weight.”

As she jogged on the treadmill I couldn’t help but notice the extra jiggle in her middle. Her boobs bounced up and down more than ever, and her new little tummy could not stay in once place as she ran. 

Ethica took advantage of all the machines in her quest for more muscle, and at one point I looked over and she was using the rowing machine. At one point I swear I heard her say, “Like rowing a boat… down a chocolate river… mmm, that sounds delicious…” It took her a moment before she realized her mind was drifting. “...What am I saying!? Focus!” 

I laughed to myself. Ethica was already getting distracted by thoughts of junk food. This might be easier than I thought. As I laid down on the workout mats, doing my leg lifts, I devised more ways to sabotage my roommate. ‘Ethica hates those protein shakes, but I know of a kind of shake she would love!’ 

Later at home I cooked up Ethica’s typical post workout meal. This time I made us both creamy chocolaty milkshakes. “Ethica, I picked something up new at the store. It’s a chocolate protein shake. It tastes just like a real chocolate shake, but got 10g of protein in each scoop.” I said as I sipped mine for emphasis. 

Ethica grabbed her shake from the table, which I had slid in front of her, and brought the straw to her lips. And a nice full sip of the shake Ethica smiled. “And there’s how many gram of protein in each serving?” She asked.

“Plenty! Now drink up!” I cheered. Needless to say the chocolate shakes became a staple of the post workout meal. Also they made a great anytime pick me up, so Ethica was asking me to make her one at all hours of the day. I made sure to make them in private, if she saw that I was using whole milk and chocolate ice cream her eyes might have bugged out of her head.

With all the extra calories, Ethica was getting soft fast. She had thickened up all over, but it was most noticeable on her lower half. Her legs were so thick that they brushed against each other when she jogged on the treadmill, and her belly had gotten so soft it jiggled with every heavy footfall. Her butt had also gotten so thick that it stretched her ridiculously small shorts, making them look even more skimpy. 

I could see her really start to struggle now as she continuously worked out. She moved slower and breathed deeper. Everyone in the gym could see what was happening to this formery thin stunner, everyone but Ethica. She didn’t quite see anything wrong with how things were going, yet. “This is fine, right? You get a little tummy before big muscles, right?” She huffed as she ran. 

Ethica was still obsessed with building her muscles, and was trying every machine to try and obtain the results she was looking for. Today she was doing arm presses after she surprisingly short jog. The best part of all of this is that Ethica had not only become gym obsessed, she had also become food obsessed. She couldn’t stop thinking about or talking about food. Just over hearing her working the machine she was saying stuff like “Just need to focus on strengthening my arms. Pressing these things together... like closing a waffle iron…” I just couldn’t help but laugh from my spot over on the mats. Ethica was making this so easy. 

I was so proud of my work, but I wasn’t going to rest on my laurels. ‘Ethica’s getting a belly! Time to celebrate with some pizza!’ I thought to myself as I schemed how to further Ethica’s ‘Weight Training’.

On the way home I went and picked up six steaming hot pizzas and put them out on the table waiting for Ethica’s return. Well I had a couple of slices while I was waiting, but I left most of it for my blubbery roommate. 

She seemed delightfully surprised, before taking a step back and second guessing my kind gesture. Normally post workout was a time to pump protein for Ethica, pizza she was not expecting. “Hey roomie, great workout today. Lets have some pizza to celebrate all your success so far!”

“Pizza? I dunno Jane. That’s a lot of carbs.” Ethica protested as she slowly approached the table, tepidly looking in one of the boxes. 

“Carb are great for extra energy. Plus, see, there’s pepperoni! That’s protein, right?” I knew I didn’t really have to sell her hard, with was Ethica after all. I knew she couldn’t deny her plush body so ooey gooey pizza.

“I guess… a few slices won’t hurt.” A few slices, ha! I bought six pizzas for a reason and Ethica did not disappoint. I had a few more pieces, but once Ethica got going there was no stopping her. By the end she was rubbing her swollen belly, moaning something about needing to hit the gym again soon.

I looked on in joy as Ethica swelled bigger and bigger, she was looking quite rotund at this point, a true porker. Weeks and months of eating high fat and protein foods had left Ethica very chunky. With the addition of chocolate milkshakes and boxes upon boxes of pizza, Ethica was turning into a fat ass. Her whole body shook as she slowly jogged on the treadmill. Her melons had grown so much they were like pendulums swinging back and forth as she huffed and puffed putting one foot in front of the other. The rest of her body jiggled in unison, and Ethica was getting more easily winded each passing day.

Ethica started to beat herself up over her lack of progress. I could see it as she spiralled into decadent indulgence. She cursed herself as she ran. “I was just going to eat a few slices! Why did I eat a few pies!?”

Yet she couldn’t get her mind off of food. Despite her growing hooters and belly right in front of her, she craved the good things in life, and lacked the will power to stop herself. Was it really my fault if I was only putting the temptation in front of her? Surely it was Ethica who was the one eating everything in sight.

She tried pumping weights at the gym to push her muscle building into overdrive, but all it did was distract her before soon to be binge.

“Just need to focus pumping iron! Lifting up these donut shaped weights… mmm, donuts…” Ethica did her reps, and I was shocked her huge chest didn’t fall backwards into her face. But it wasn’t long before I saw her waddling out of the gym, ready to give herself a well deserved energy boost. 

I finished up my stretched, my legs getting tired a little sooner than I was used to. It must have been all the running around I was doing trying to pump these extra calories into Ethica. ‘I need to keep this going! And I know exactly what Ethica can never resist!’ I followed Ethica out of the gym, and just needed to make one stop before heading home. 

15 minutes later I arrived home with an arm load of boxes, throwing them down on the table to relieve my arms. Ethica hadn’t changed out of her skimpy workout clothes yet, so now was a perfect time to strike. “I know just what you need to lift your spirits!” I said with a seductive smile as I started to pop the tops off all the boxes. 

“Damn it! You know I can’t control myself around donuts!” Ethica attached to boxes like a cheetah, or maybe it was more like a warthog. Taking a donut in each hand, she took bite after bite as fast as she could. When she finished one box she simply moved on to the next. Ethica’s big belly bulged in front of her as she ate donut after donut by the dozen. Her lips even started to show signs of the battle, as she got smears of chocolate on her face, but of course that didn’t stop our growing girl. 

I knew Ethica’s weakness all along, but I didn’t think she would ever get this bad. After that day she became a donut hog, she couldn’t get enough. With all the other bad diet choices she was making, this only compounded her gaining. 

She was officially a fatty now. Get gut started to get so big the only place it had to grow now was down. Her boobs got so big they looked like ripe watermelons. And her ass was getting so thick it started to resemble a shelf. Yet she didn’t quit. She kept hitting the gym each and every day. But that meant she needed all of her treats each and every day. Protein rich meals, protein rich shakes, and not to mention carbo and sugar loaded rewards to give her energy. She needed it all to keep her weight training going. 

But as she tired more and more easily, I could see her overall resolve start to wain. “This… is not… going… as planned… at all…” Ethica huffed as she tried to keep up with her old pace on the treadmill. 

At least she still had her strength training to fall back on. At her size she had a hard time fitting on any of the machines, but that didn’t stop her yet. The thunderous thighs and massive belly didn’t help though as she didn’t have much range of motion. “No more distractions! I need to focus on just eating protein when I get home and nothing else!” Ethica seemed determined, but inside I knew she needed more than just protein. My roommate was getting large, but she needed to get even larger. 

“Oh, I’ll give her nothing but protein…” I chuckled to myself as I watched my obese roommate flounder around the gym for the rest of her session. After I left the gym I decided if Ethica wanted to focus on straight protein then I should help her out, I mean I helped her get this far right? So I stopped by the nutrition store on my way home and picked up a pack of super weight gain formula powder. The clerk gave me kinda of a funny look, but it must just have been because I was still wearing my workout clothes.

Back at home I whipped Ethica up a big pitcher of weight gain shake before calling her into the kitchen. There was probably four or give servings in each pitcher, and the calorie count was astronomical. “Ethica I knew you wanted to protein binge so I whipped a few of these up for you. Loaded with extra protein and that's it.” Their chocolaty color drew her right in, she didn’t even ask what was in it, she is just too trusting for her own good. She sat down at the table and I brought the lip of the pitcher to her lips. She quickly started to guzzle it down. When she polished off one, she took a little breather before asking for another. I gladly complied as I grabbed the second of three freshly made shakes. “And there’s a lot more protein to be had when we’re done with this one!” Ethica just rubbed her growing belly as the liquidy drink filled her stomach. 

She easily polished off all three that day, and I couldn’t count the calories she had consumed it was so many. “Jane, that really hit the spot, I totally needed that. Thank you so much for your help. I really just need to focus on protein if I’m going to get the results I’m looking for.” Ethica thanked me. I told her it was my pleasure, and I agreed that she needed to keep pumping herself up with these pure protein shakes if she wanted to see some serious results, and serious results we would see. 

Soon Ethica was wider than ever, she was a complete heifer. Her boobs were the size of her head, her belly looked like a tank in front of her, full of flab. Her legs looked like two prize winning hams holding up two beach balls. Even her arms were completely doughy.

She kept up with her gym routine though, I had to give her props there though. She gave it her best on the treadmill despite being a massive jiggling mess. It was only now that she was reaching the weight limit of the treadmill that Ethica started to get a whiff of something going wrong. “I’m really starting to doubt those protein shakes Jane keeps feeding me…”

Having outgrown all of the other gym equipment Ethica was spending more time on the gym mats with me, which gave me a front row view to the flabby Ethica show. It was almost comical that Ethica was still trying to exercise the way she was. With all the bulk she was sporting nowadays I couldn’t imagine having any flexibility left. She even tried to do push ups, but with a belly so large, she was doing little more than lifting her chest off the ground enough to allow her boobs to slap together.

“This is terrible! I can barely do a pushup with my belly hanging on the ground!” She complained. I just stayed in my own world happy as a clam. ‘I don’t know what Ethica is belly aching about, these exercises are almost easier with a belly holding you up!’ I thought to myself as I watched Ethica struggle. I did have to admit, all the indulging I had been doing with Ethica had left me a bit flabbier than before, but what is life if you can’t indulge a little bit.

After both of our poor attempts at working out we met back at the house, only Ethica came barging in holding four bags from McDonalds that seemed so heavy the paper was almost ripping. “I’m starving after today’s workout!” She exclaimed as she tossed all the fast food out on the table and started to dig in. 

“Yes, and you picked a fantastic source of protein!” I complimented her as she chomped on a burger from each of her hands. “You wouldn’t mind if I just had a few of these would you?” I asked grabbing one of the burgers that had slid over to the side of the table I was laying next to. Ethica was too busy chowing down to acknowledge me, so I just took it, I’m sure it was no big deal.

I repaid the favor the next day when I arrived home with a second set of four bags of burgers to add to what Ethica had picked up again today. I ate my fair share, but made sure Ethica had plenty as well.

Now with a diet supplemented by greasy high fat fast food, there was nothing stopping Ethica. She grew far and wide, pumping enough calories to feed a small family for a week into her body each day. She was constantly throwing back super weight gain shakes, and I found her on several occasions indulging her sweet tooth several dozen donuts. Ethica swore it was all for the intention of her weight training, but we both knew that was a lie.

She continued working out until one day she was practically too big to fit on the treadmill at the gym. She was so wide that almost didn’t fit between the bars on the walking machine. Ethica couldn’t do more than just a waddling pace, and even that was exhausting for the walking land whale. “I’m going to have a heart attack from this alone! I’ll skip the weight lifting today…”

I was so excited to hear those words. Finally Ethica’s weight training had come to an end. It only took Ethica to get to the size of a house in order for her to figure out she what weight training really meant. “Wow, who knew weight training could be so rewarding!” I cheered from the mat, where I had relinquished myself to just feigning like I was working out. Ethica wasn’t the only one with a little damage to her waistline, but I think the extra roundness looks good on us both.

Just because our gym routine was going to change didn’t mean that things at home needed to as well. I made sure Ethica got home safely and proceeded to make her an extra thick chocolate weight gain shake. I had developed a funnel system so I didn’t have to pour the mixture in one by one, especially with the amount Ethica was putting away these days. 

I made the first batch and instructed Ethica to take her seat for her routine post workout shakes. “Jane I know it’s really just milkshake! I don’t ne-”

I cut her off, popping the tube right in her mouth. “Shhh… I think the lack of protein is getting to your head! Let me fill you up real quick!” I poured the first batch in while I went to go make the next. Ethica slowly slurped it all down, unable to will herself to stop, despite knowing just to wide and fat all this feeding had made her. Ethica was at her absolute biggest, bigger than I thought she could ever get. With blue ribbon winning watermelons on her chest, a belly almost too big to carry, and a rear softer to sit on than any couch or chair imaginable, Ethica was quite a sight to behold. And I don’t think she is ready to stop yet.