Hello, everyone. I don't usually do disclaimers, but here we are.
I've been a huge fan of Ana since Blade Runner came out. I've been wanting to write a lengthy fantasy about being in a relationship with her since the movie dropped. You will have to forgive any errors in my Spanish as I'm learning it while writing the story. I have also made this story in second person. Everyone here should know how that works.
I am absolutely in love with this story and I hope you will be, too.
Thanks.
Chapter One
Ana laid across a giant blue fitness ball, legs kicked out to form a long vee, hair dangling.
Tightly packed in a pair of pearl white yoga pants had to be the most succulent set of buns you had the pleasure of working with since you started your business.
You needed to give her direction into the next set, but you also wanted her to stay put to undress her with your eyes; all you wanted to do was simply kneel down and gently press your face nice and tight into that damp crack and breathe. Perspective did wonders, too. The fat bulge in your shorts lined up perfectly and looked massive atop her slim body.
You couldn't help it and slowly coated the lips with the tongue. Sweat had started to trickle down the indent of her spine, disappearing into the undoubtedly drenched pair of panties; the sets were very rigorous and you enjoyed making her work for that physique. You wondered what color they were, what type, what fabric; really, it always led to wishing: your face, her ass, and being utterly engulfed in its heavenly embrace.
That hesitation allowed her to continue with what she knew and she was on her back. Hands on hips, she lifted a leg to the sky and held it, a clear view of puffy lips. There were no abs or pooch to speak of, just a smooth, glistening belly. You had noticed some weight gain, most of it filling out her bra and some finding its way to her plump booty.
"Let's spread those out, check some flexibility."
"Sure."
With a step in, she smiled at the sudden touch. You took her shoe and leaned in towards her head, then counter clockwise outward until it wrapped around and bent at the knee up onto her chest. Being a personal trainer was almost cheating. You repeated with the other leg, watching her juicy camel toe until laying atop of her, pushing the knee tight.
"I'm really tight today," she said, head draped backwards. "Mierda."
"I can tell. Gotta get you limbered up before next month." You let go and helped her up. "Following the diet plan?"
She tipped over at the waist, cleanly touching her toes and held it. Hair around her face, you took the time to admire the fatness filling out the pants, gazing over the curvature down to her golden ankle bracelet.
"Hmm, well, for the most part--something about ice cream lately, vanilla and rocky road, has me--you know--it's tough."
You chuckle. "I know all about it. Used to be obese."
She flew up, curious as ever. "You? No way. You're--how can I say--very solid, very built," she said tracing you in an outline. "Wow. What a turn around, huh."
"Almost three fifty at my worst. Bad times."
"There's no way. I don't believe you. Any pictures?"
You hauled out your phone and flipped through to an old album and held it up.
"¿Qué? I'm complaining about a few pounds and you did that. My goodness, that is amazing."
"Thank you."
"If you can do that, you can do me, too," she said with a wide smile. "Really great work."
"I like a challenge."
Ana made her way to the treadmill just on the other side of her home gym. You couldn't take it. After two minutes of those chestnut brown waves dancing around and the rhythmic bounce of her fat ass to the sound of the machine, you couldn't take it and found the nearest bathroom.
Up against the counter, you found yourself looking around the marble and up the tile. There was more money put into this room than you made in a year. That just made her even sexier and your shorts tented out above the sink. It hurt. Bad. With a quick glance over to the door, you peeled the shorts over and it made a thud with a soft echo. One hand took it, pulling towards the base, cool air finding the fat purple head.
It felt wrong. The more it felt wrong the harder it became. What a vicious cycle, until it didn't matter, fluids leaking into her expensive sink. Her newly fattened boobs bounced into your mind like they bounced on the treadmill. It should be illegal for her to be that cute.
Hot and plump saggy balls smacked the drawer, fueling the desire more; really, it should be her thighs taking them.
You let go just before the edge of the cliff, ready to shower the mirror, but trying, rather unsuccessfully, to ward off the guilt. Globs rolled down the underside to the counter, desperate for you to grab hold and seal the deal.
The impostor syndrome started to rear its ugly head. You hit goal weight a year ago, years of learned discipline paying off--and, yet--still afraid to approach dimes like Ana. It was unprofessional but you could do it after work--casually. You didn't have to make it weird.
T-shirt raised, you roamed over the rigid abs you worked on daily. Every exercise possible helped to shape the art underneath those clothes. You were a fucking beast now. You curled up the biceps, flexing the result of thousands of reps. You were a trainer of dozens of Hollywood babes and didn't fuck a single one; could possibly be masochistic, but it ensured a fat bank account.
You couldn't just fuck your clients, could you? You wanted to. Ana was single. Ben, Tinder, they've all left for some reason. Was she the problem? Was it even worth getting involved? How was she alone?
You almost put it deep into Anna Kendrick, your lips both pecking one another. You had her pinned after a hard session that led to playful wrestling. It was up against her, begging you to put it where it belonged. But, you let the opportunity fade and she's still a client who pays handsomely.
That's when you hauled it back into your shorts and stepped out. Around the corner, you flinched and Ana bounced off of you.
"Whoa!"
"Shit, are you alright?" You reached out, but she had caught herself on the hallway wall.
"I'm fine!" She smiled, catching her breath. "Oh, you scared me--don't do that!"
"Really sorry. Thought you were still on the treadmill."
"All finished. Needed a shake." She shook it and tipped back the vanilla flavor. "Anything else you wanna add to the workout? I have time."
"We will add in strength training sometime next week. Right now, I think the layout is pretty good. We don't want to over-train."
"Bueno--entendido," she said with a smile. "I'm up for anything you throw at me."
"For sure." You clapped your hands and smiled back. "So, same time next week? Off for the weekend?"
You followed her down the hallway and past the gym, headed towards the front door.
"Are you free this weekend? It's so sudden, I know. We have some promo coming up and I could use more sessions. If not, it's totally fine."
You went right to work and scrolled your agenda on the phone. "Oh, I'm sure I have time. Had a cancellation a couple of hours ago--we should be good."
"That is so sweet. I'll see you tomorrow then."
"Alrighty. Have a good one."
"Adiós," she said slowly, waving you off.
***
"C'mon, Ana! Get it! Get after it."
Ana growled out, sweat flinging back with her hair. Her eyes clenched shut with grit teeth. You stood below the stair master, watching her legs about to give out on the highest setting. She ran and ran, bouncing her fat ass up and down in the tightest pair of booty shorts you had ever seen.
Through the exposed bits of black fabric, you gawked at the hot pink panties. The thought of being between those soft-honey colored thighs made you weak.
"I can't go any more!"
