I woke up extra early and went to work on breakfast. The key to getting healthy was a good breakfast, so I made sure to get her on the right foot. I would not let her continue eating the ridiculous portions I was sure she was used to. Instead, we would be eating three eggs and some spinach. While this probably wasn't what she was used to, it was what she needed, so the change was necessary. I was a pretty good cook, if I do say so myself, so even though it wasn't what she may have wanted, I thought she could get used to what I made, which would really save her neck in the long run. The other thing I had to worry about was portion control; I was hoping to start her off with three eggs, then get her down to two within a few weeks. We would see how it went from there. Clearly, this would be a big challenge for us, but with any luck, she would be determined enough to make it work.
Determination was the key. She had already shown so much already. Yesterday when she fell on me, she could have given up and I would have been dead for sure. Her body was so heavy and her breasts so big, I would have suffocated underneath her and that would have been the end of it. Feeling so vulnerable under her flab was an experience I hoped to never relive again. But it was her determination that gave her the strength to get up and save my life. Or was it something else? She had mentioned how long it had been since she had last had sexual intercourse, and for a few minutes there, she was in a very sexual position with me, albeit fully clothed. I wonder if she had a little extra motivation to keep me alive...
I shook my head of this. I was a physical trainer. My job was to make sure she lost weight, not to explore her brain's sexual deviance. I quickly finished up the eggs, put them on a plate, and headed for Maggie's room. I was thankful I managed to make all of this without interruption from her husband, who was quickly gaining notoriety on my "people I hate the most" list. That jerk was perfectly content with letting me suffocate under his wife's massive breasts. With any luck, the two of us wouldn't exchange even a glance in the remaining time of me being here. I knocked on the door.
"Is that you, Kevin?" I heard Maggie ask.
"Yup, it's me. And I have breakfast."
"Oh you're just the best! Please come in! And lock the door behind you, dear."
I opened the door, walked into the room, then locked it behind me. This is great. A private session was just what I needed. No need for that lard ass to get in my way today. I turned to see Maggie in all of her 600 plus pound glory, sitting on her bedside. It looked like she might have even been wearing make-up today. One major change though, was Maggie was wearing just a bra and a huge wrap in place of shorts. Her bra did little to conceal her gigantic breasts, which spilled over the edges and threatened to break loose. It was the biggest bra I had ever seen and it looked like it was several sizes too small. Her cleavage alone was longer than my arm. To say that would be distracting would be an understatement. On the bottom, she had a skirt like contraption wrapped around her impossibly wide frame. It covered almost nothing, as I could still see the curvature of her ass, but at least it prevented any private parts from peeking out.
"I decided to wear something a little more comfortable today. I hope it doesn't make you uncomfortable, but I wanted some added flexibility. I just don't want to crush you again like I did yesterday..."
"This should be fine, Maggie," I said. "Whatever you have to do to feel better about exercising. Are you ready to start eating?" She nodded, and I approached her bed, holding up the plate of eggs, like an offering to some kind of large god. But instead of grabbing the plate, Maggie lifted me by my arm pits and sat me down on her bench of a thigh.
"Could you eat with me?"
