The cab driver watched hungrily as the umbrella holding Elena Kane stepped over the puddle at the base of the curb on her way from his cab to the entrance of the gym. The old black man had been stealing looks at the now thin and pretty Hawaiian beauty the whole ride in his rear-view mirror as she sat with her long beautiful legs crossed exposing her upper thighs in the back seat of his cab. One last look at those legs as they sashayed into the building was sure enough to provide some decent spank-bank material during a few future rub and tug sessions for the old black man.

Elena wasn’t always this fit though. In fact, she was a good 75 pounds overweight for most of her adult life. The 32-year-old beauty had spent the past year working out at Flash’s Fitness Factory, adhering to a strict and unique fitness regimen that has allowed her to shed the pounds systematically and shape Elena’s body into a curvy delight to any man’s eyes.

Growing up in Hawaii and raised by a Polynesian mother and a Caucasian father, the 4’10” short girl with the pretty face and dark short hair was always tragically overweight. At her heaviest, Elena would tip the scales at 187 pounds which given her short stature would make her look like a roly-poly little ball of flesh. It always was a major source of Elena’s low self-esteem because she truly wasn’t really a heavy eater. The food she ate wasn’t the healthiest but it wasn’t like she was frequenting the fast food drive-thru either.

Elena’s weight was also a major problem in her three-year failed marriage too. Her now ex-husband Peter used to tease her mercilessly and cruelly which culminated the doomed union into divorce. She was 26 at the time and Hawaii became a place that Elena just didn’t want to be anymore. She decided to move to the mainland and ended up in an apartment in downtown Los Angeles, and got a nice low-level job in a secretarial pool.

One day, Elena’s new friend from work Sherri Kimbelsen began raving about a unique and successful gym in the Willowbrook area that catered specifically to overweight women, and helped them shed unwanted pounds. Sherri seemed very adamant about Elena giving this particular program a try. The sell job was really aggressive and well-rehearsed.

Elena: “I don’t know Sherri. Isn’t Willowbrook a bad area? I mean, isn’t there’s a lot of gangs there? Mostly black ones too. I’m just not sure.”

Sherri: “Well yes, but I’m telling you that this gym, it’s well worth it. I myself always was a good 25 pounds heavier, and no matter what I did I just couldn’t lose that weight. Then I went to Flash Johnson’s gym and within weeks I looked like this.”

She put her arms out in projection of her fit figure. Sherri was beautiful and looked as physically fit as a super-model would look. Everywhere that she went men were always hitting on her. Elena never saw Sherri out with a man which was a little odd, but she always would attract attention especially from the bosses in work. She stood at 5’8”, 113 lbs. with 34-22-32 measurements, long blonde hair halfway down her back, and the longest legs showcased by the types of high heels that she always wore. Sherri was a bombshell, the typical Cali smoking hot blonde, and she always dressed that way too, wearing short skirts and cleavage showing blouses.

Elena: “Oh I don’t think I could ever look like you do, no matter how much I exercise.”

Sherri: “Stop it! You are a very pretty girl. All you’ve got to do is lose the weight. I’m telling you, go see Flash. He’ll help you out. After a few weeks of his program you won’t believe how great you’ll look. It’s a life changer.”

Elena: “Well, I DO have a service break coming up. I suppose it can’t hurt to go check it out.”

In an effort to keep a fresh image among their clients, the company that staffed the secretarial pool gave the ladies employed with them a yearly five-week vacation break. It was a nice benefit that wasn’t common with other companies but it did wonders for the women who worked for them. It also stocked their clients with a revolving door of fresh faces which made a business look like it employed a lot more people than it really had. It made them look successful.

Sherri: “Good idea! Five weeks of Flash is exactly what you could use. I guarantee that you come back as a new woman.”

Elena: “Gee I hope you are right. Okay, I’ll do it! But when I get thin you better take me out to some clubs.”

Sherri’s face changed a little to a look of negative surprise. Then she quickly smiled to cover up what she was thinking. She knew that once Elena started the program that she wouldn’t have any time to go out to clubs and party. In fact, there was a lot that Sherri wasn’t telling her that Elena would soon find out. Never-the-less, she promised.

Sherri: “Oh we will definitely go out and celebrate.”

That conversation was on a Wednesday. The following Sunday morning and a day into her service break, Elena put on a pair of sweat pants and a loose-fitting sweatshirt and a pair of white sneakers. She decided to go to Willowbrook to check out Flash’s gym. Twenty minutes later after exiting a bus and walking a few blocks, she stood in front of Flash’s Fitness Factory. It was a very dingy looking place on the corner of an L-shaped mini strip mall next to a run-down liquor store. The people on the street walking by her were all black, and standing there in her sweats she sure stuck out like a sore thumb. Finally, she summoned the courage to go inside.

Inside, there was a quiet and deserted gym with a few rows of different exercise machines lined up. It was a pretty big room that had a big open area after the machines, and way at the back of it all was a desk with a tall muscular black man sitting at it. Elena looked down at her feet and swallowed, then walked through the empty gym towards the man. The squeaks on the floor from her sneakers echoed off the gym walls, but the big black man never looked up at her from his newspaper until she was right in front of his desk.

Flash: “Ahh yes. I know exactly who YOU are. My girl Sherri told me all about your little chunky ass.”

His voice was very gruff and loud and it caught Elena off guard. She didn’t know that Sherri had already told him about her. She stood there a bit nervous and a little embarrassed and didn’t say anything.

Flash: “You’re not a fucking mute, are you? You’re Elena Kane, right?”

Elena: “Yes. Yes, I’m Elena.”

Flash: “Well fucking answer me when I ask you a question! Now let me see, Sherri was right. You DO have a pretty face. Much prettier than most. Hold on a second……”

He bent down and reached into a lower drawer of the filing cabinet behind his chair and pulled out a pink sports bra and shorts set with the gym’s logo on them. He then turned back around and tossed them on the desk in front of Elena.

Flash: “Here ya go, go in that locker room over there and change into these. I gotta see what I’ve got here and with that grey monstrosity you got on, I can’t see anything. Besides, we gonna do a few weights today and you’re gonna need something tighter on.”

Elena tentatively picked up the clothes and walked slowly towards the locker room. She wasn’t expecting to start any workouts the first day. She started to think about what she was getting herself into. Could she possibly keep coming to this gym in this very bad neighborhood? Was this crude man legitimate? Elena’s mind was racing.

Inside the locker room, Elena found an empty locker and then got undressed and began to put on the sports bra first. Her 34D breasts hardly fit in it and it barely stretched over her large nipples which were hard and predominantly poking through the tight pink spandex material. It pushed her breasts up and together like a wonder bra would and pointed her rock-hard nipples straight forward which was a bit embarrassing and revealing. The bottoms of her boobs stuck out of it a little as well showing ample under boob, and there just wasn’t a way to stretch the material completely over them.

The shorts on the other hand were a whole other headache. She tried to put them on over her underwear but just couldn’t because of the tight fit. She eventually decided to just remove her panties and go commando hoping that the gym well laundered its clothing. As she pulled the shorts up to her waist, she felt the seat of them wedge tight and deep into her ass crack. She spent a few minutes trying to adjust the shorts in place but to no avail.

This guy can’t be serious, can he? These things were way too small. She turned and stared at herself in the mirror and the flab on her arms legs and stomach hung out from the tight outfit and looked very unflattering. She started to cry, which she did for the next five minutes. Finally, Elena composed herself and she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself and walked back out to the gym. She stood at Flash’s desk again and when he looked up at her and saw the towel he started laughing.

Flash: “Damn girl, that towel has got to go.”

Elena: “But Mr. Johnson, these things don’t fit. I feel very embarrassed wearing them.”

Flash: “Miss Kane, it looks like I’ve got to be blunt. So here it is…the cold hard facts. YOU are a fat bitch! My job is to make you NOT a fat bitch! Everything that you have tried on your own in the past obviously hasn’t worked, because you are STILL a fat bitch! Look at yourself…no matter what you’ve done to change, you haven’t! That’s why you are here! You wanna continue being a fat bitch? Then there’s the fucking door! Get the fuck out and stop wasting my time! You’re at the first crossroad Elena, so, make up your mind right now!”

Elena was shocked by his bluntness. But as mean as he was, he was right. Everything she had tried in the past to help herself lose weight had failed and failed miserably. She wanted to be thin. She needed this and she knew it. Maybe this was a crossroads in her life and she needed to spend more time thinking on it all but standing in front of this big black and coarse gym trainer she felt pressured and intimidated.

Flash: “What’s it gonna be Miss. Kane?”

Elena: “I’m sorry. I’m just a little scared is all. I want to begin your program”

Flash: “Alright then. Sorry I yelled, but sometimes it’s the only way to get through to people. It won’t be the first time I yell at you either. Get used to it, and please take it all personal. The only way that you’re gonna change your life is to remember that your life sucks as it is right now. So, it IS personal. Let it cut through to your heart and together we will turn all this shit around! Now, in the weeks to come you will do whatever I say, when I say it, and how I say it without any questions. I don’t give a fuck what I ask you to do, you gonna do it! Do you feel me?”

Elena: “Y-yes.”

Flash: “Good! Now take that fucking towel off and show me what I’m working with!”

She removed the towel and stood there pouring out of the tight pink sports bra and shorts. Flash came around from his desk with a clipboard in his hand and started to walk slowly around her with a look of study across his face. The man was huge. He was easily over six feet and his muscle definition made him look very wide and imposing. The t-shirt and shorts he was wearing were tight like another layer of skin spread over his dark-mocha colored body. The man was an Adonis. He then reached out and put his hand on her left breast which startled her a little.

Flash: “hmm…I like these big ol’ titties. Watch what happens to them when we tighten up this flabby body. They gonna be poppin’, especially these long nipples.”

He rolled the nipple of her breast through the bra between his thumb and fore finger as he spoke. She could feel it getting even harder as a rush of electricity flooded through her body; stimulated from his touch. He then walked behind her and gave her left ass cheek a hard slap which not only stung but sent the aforementioned electricity, as well as pain, shooting cold and fast through her.

Elena: “Ouch! What was that for?”

Flash: “Relax baby. Just checking on your anal density.”

Elena: “Anal density?”

Flash: “Don’t worry about it. It’s all technical. We’ll go into it some more down the road when we work on your glutes. On that day we’ll do a nice ahh…probe of the whole situation.”

What was he even talking about? Anal density? Elena began to feel a little confused. She stood there watching this giant black man circle her half naked body making hands-on critiques of it, touching her in inappropriate places, and scribbling things on his clipboard. It was a little bit humiliating and weird, but for some unknown reason to her it was also erotic which made no sense. Next, he bent down in front of her and put his left hand in her crotch area. He dragged his fingers across her inner thighs and then across the material of the shorts against her pubic mound. The sexual electricity again raced through her blood. He was basically fondling her.

Flash: “Not bad. A little bit thunderous on the thighs, but we can fix all of that. Go stand on that scale over there. We gotta get a beginning weight. And remove those shoes. All my trainee bitches work out barefooted.”

Elena removed her sneakers and walked over to the scale and stood on it. The digital numbers above her head read 181 pounds. The number embarrassed Elena and Mr. Johnson’s boisterous and mean words didn’t boost her self-esteem either.

Flash: “Damn Miss. Kane! For a very short woman that’s a hell of a lot of weight! For a girl your height I could make TWO bitches out of all that flab! I see that we got our work cut out for us. First thing we gonna do today is the bike. Now, it’s all set up to the specifications that I want for you. So, go on over and ride that fucking bike for thirty minutes!”

Elena: “You mean…now?”

Flash: “No…next week. YES, fucking now! Get your white ass over there and do the thirty! You’re here to work out and lose that fat, and to do what you’re told! In this gym I say and you fucking do! Now go fucking DO what I just said!”

Elena reluctantly walked over to the bike. She hated doing cardio type workouts. Being overweight that was understandable. She had never been yelled at by someone as big as Mr. Johnson. It terrified her. It also turned her on a little to have a big and powerful man forcefully tell her what to do. In some way it made her feel like someone cared about her, even if he was doing so with sharp vulgarity.

Flash: “Oh…and Miss. Kane; that’s thirty straight minutes. Don’t stop for nothing! You keep those pedals going non-stop. There’s a bell that will ring on the bike that will tell you when you are finished. Until you hear that bell…don’t fucking stop!”

Elena got on the bike. The seat of it was a little bit high, and the handlebars were a bit lower making her body lean a lot forward. Mr. Johnson obviously knew of her height because he had the bike set to her body precisely. She could reach the pedals and everything and aside from the position forward and the coarseness of the pedals on her bare feet, she felt pretty comfortable. She slowly started pedaling. There was some resistance but it wasn’t anything that she couldn’t handle. After a few minutes, she could really start to feel the burn in her legs, her hips, and some numbness on her fingers and arms. The sweat started to pour and Elena got into a good riding rhythm.

By the twenty-minute mark, she started to huff and puff. Her legs were tired and she couldn’t feel anything in her arms anymore. Now she was watching the timer silently cheering on the thirty-minute mark to arrive waiting for the end. She tried to think of other things. She thought about her friend Sherri and wondered how she happened to find this particular gym. It didn’t really matter how Sherri found the gym she just looked amazing. Always tight beautiful and radiant. If Elena could work herself to even half the shape that Sherri was in, it would be a victory she thought.

The minutes ticked down and finally the bell rang on the bike. She stopped pedaling and leaned back on the seat. She felt spent as the sweat poured out from every pore on her body. She sat there for a few minutes waiting for the feelings to return in both her arms and legs. Finally, she gingerly got off the bike and walked across the gym back to Mr. Johnson’s desk where he sat reading his paper.

Flash: “Okay Miss. Kane, come on over to the bench over here and let’s see how much weight you can press. We’ll start with 5 reps of 25 pounds.”

Elena: “Reps?”

Flash: “Yeah motherfucker reps! We work out here at Flash’s Fitness Factory! This ain’t like all those other fucking gyms, those cookie cutters that have you just run on a treadmill and shit! You’re gonna sweat here Miss. Kane! We got five weeks to whip your little butterball ass into shape, and we gonna do it! You dig?”

Elena: “How did you know I had five weeks off from work?”

Flash: “Never fucking mind how I know! I know everything! Always assume that I know everything! I’m a motherfucking God to you and you will do whatever the fuck I say! Now give me some reps on this here machine!”

Elena sat on the bench and stretched out on it on her back. Her legs were still sore but her arms felt better than a few minutes ago. Flash stood near her head to spot her, and when she looked up, she glimpsed the big bulge emanating from his spandex shorts located almost right there about two feet above her face. It was impressively large and looked like he had a small animal stuffed in his shorts. How big was this guy’s penis? She tried to not notice it, but wasn’t achieving her goal. She continued to stare at it while she pressed the weights up and down.