An announcement was sent through the office today about stimulating a better health among the personnel in the hope it will result in happier people and a more motivated performance which in the end will result in a better quality of service and thus improve our bottom line. A number of plans were brought up, like reimbursement for health clubs, visits by food and health professionals and some sort of a biggest loser contest. I'm normally a bit weary about these things, being quite too heavy for my short frame, but a fully paid trip to Vegas for two, all expenses included, with a thousand dollar spending money is not something to be ignored. Yes, I'm too heavy, but that means I have a better chance to win than most others in the office.
So I signed up and Friday afternoon was a meeting between all contestants which included registering our starting weights. I was surprised to see more women participating than men and from a quick glance I had more to lose than most, literaly. We would have six months and the winner would be the person who had lost most weight, as simple as that. We were advised on following some of the health and food classes that would be organized by the company, workout every day, and don't spend all day in the office chair. An hour per day could be spent away from our desk, as long as it was for weight loss purposes, like walking, jogging or spending time in the gym down the road. Rules for office attire were relaxed, as long as it didn't interfere with customer visits.
The weighing in was done in a private room and the weight was kept a secret for which I was grateful. I'm a bachelor and have gained quite a bit over the past eight years or so since I left college. At the time I used to be in a decent shape, but not much of a cook so I eat out a lot and eat a lot of fast food. I figured if I skip my lunch visit to McDonalds and stop super sizing my other meals I should be dropping quite some pounds. And maybe switch over to diet coke?
The week after there was a small meeting with more health tips when I noticed a pretty coworker that I have secretly admired for years. Her name is Maria, mine is John by the way, and she has clearly some Hispanic roots. She could indeed lose a few pounds, though not as much as me I figured, but I was really stunned that her figure has changed quite a bit already, in a good way I mean, don't get me wrong.
We have chatted once in a while by the coffee machine, but I know she's married and her husband is a big pig, not someone I want to get in the way with.
During the break I start a chat with her, complimenting her on her figure, joking she's going to be an easy winner if she can keep her pace. She laughs, then shows me her secret. Under her clothes she's wearing a tight body wrap around her waist made out of neoprene or something. She says it makes her sweat more and shaping her at the same time. And because it's so tight she has a smaller appetite, so all good reasons to lose more weight. I'm actually a bit jealous and ask her where to buy these wraps. She bites her lip for a second, then she says that she has a second one that she had bought for her husband but the pig divorced her without ever trying it. If I wanted it she'd give it to me. My smile was clearly a reward to her and we both laughed happily, her laugh very cute. She probably didn't realize that part of my happiness was due to the fact she was no longer married. I did tell her I was sorry about her divorce but she was very cool, the man had never been her mister right.
On Monday she came by my cubicle and dropped off the wrap, telling me to use it as tight as I could handle, on my bare skin to get the best heat buildup and wear it day and night except in the shower. I wanted to pay her but she declined. She'd found them the year before at a garage sale, brand new in the box. But you can buy me lunch she giggled. I sort of stopped doing lunch, I told her, but I love to go with her today. She smiled and promised to take me to a healthy place.
Around noon I get in her car, not totally comfortable due to the tight wrap around my belly. You'll get used to it, she explains with a smile, and we drive to a small restaurant inside a health food shop. There is a buffet of foods, most of which I don't recognize, but Maria helps me choose some different dishes, and I must say it was more tasteful than I expected it to be.
We have a good talk and we realize we like each other more and more. Then she brings up the trip to Vegas. Who will you bring if you win, she asks, are you seeing someone? No, I say, I've been a bachelor since graduation. I'll probably see if one of my friends wants to go, I'm sure they wouldn't mind a free vacation. What about you I ask her? For the first time her smile leaves her face. Not many friends, she says. The ones I had disappeared after the divorce. But you're so pretty, I burst out, you can have any friend you want, I bet. She smiles again, saying it's not that easy for a single Hispanic woman. At that we chew our food for a few minutes, both in deep thought.
Say, we both start at the same time, laughing, and I let her go first. What would you think of us being workout buddies? Like we help each other, motivate us when we need it, find the right foods etc. I nod and say, that's what I was thinking, and when either one of us wins we go together. Silent for a moment about this idea that we both came up with, and then we burst out laughing. I reach out my hand across the table and we shake our agreement but then she pulls me up and gives me a big hug. That's how we do that in my country, she says. Something I could get used to I think.
For the next few weeks we see each other a lot, spending our one office hour a day on the walking trail together. I also visit her home a number of times to share a healthy dinner that she makes from scratch. She takes great care in teaching me what everything is and how to prepare it and more and more I help her with the preparations. Maria is one of these women that need to care for someone to be happy and her divorce clearly hurt her as she couldn't express herself anymore, even if it was to the old pig husband. Now she has me and it clearly pleases her and I'm not complaining. Then one night after dinner we share a fruit smoothie and she suddenly asks me to move in with her. We have gotten closer but not more than hugging so to say. But she says she has a guest room, it will be two friends sharing the home, but it will be easier to keep the motivation going, she needs someone to care for, and I have become quite a cook and she loves the enthusiasm I show when making my dishes. It's up to me if I want to give up on my apartment but we could save both some money if I would and perhaps buy a treadmill or an elliptical or both even.
I think about this for only a second, but then confess to her that I've liked her ever since she started in our office and that I need to know if there could be more than friendship. She giggles sensually and answers, let the goal be to share our bedroom in Vegas.
From that moment on things change quite a bit. I give up on my apartment, move my few items over to her condo and with a slight guilt fill up her pantry with lots of potato chips bags and other snacks that I tend to eat at night. I figured you had something going on, she smiles. But from now on the snacks will be rewards for a good workout and only small portions, if we want to win this whole thing. And so, much easier than I thought it would be, I said goodbye to my old lifestyle and embraced my new one.
Maria and I find we have more things in common, like Survivor on TV and all things basketball. Plus we start participating in a bowling league together, but we only drink water, unlike our opponents. Late at night we curl up in front of the TV and find ourselves sitting closer and closer together, resting from a day of office work and gym workouts.
And then one night it just happens, she has her face resting against my chest, with her feet on the sofa, and suddenly she looks up at me and then kisses me on the mouth. I open up and let her tongue in and I twist mine around hers. We both smile, happy that it finally happened. She pulls me up and with a naughty smile tells me to follow her to her bedroom, which will be ours from now on.
Sex is better than I expected, we both have so much more energy since we started the weight loss program, and it shows for sure in my performance. We both sweat like crazy under our body wraps and we realize sex is just another form of exercise, a very rewarding that is.
As a real man I don't start worrying until the morning after about her getting pregnant, saying that would kill her chance for the biggest loser. She smiles though, saying that would actually make her a winner in her mind, but not to worry, she just finished her period and since she's not taking the pill anymore since her divorce, one of the reasons she had gained weight in the past by the way, we would need to be more careful in the weeks to come.
I ponder a bit about what she said about being pregnant and find that I would be cool with it, as I believe that I have found my soulmate in her. I tell her so and she smiles and cries at the same time. We'll be careful but I promise we'll fuck like rabbits once we're in Vegas. Come what come. And we leave it at that.
The added sex helps both of us in reaching our goals quicker, in more than one way. But when I take a shower after taking my wrap off, my belly sinks down back in it's old place and I start getting annoyed. I ask Maria if I really have to take it off and she thinks that's what it said on the box, which she threw out long ago. The next day I make a decision and I run the bath and sink in the warm water without taking the wrap off. No one said anything about taking a bath with it, right? The water pressing on my tightly wrapped belly makes it feel tighter even and I actually enjoy it. This should flush out the sweat as well I think and stay in the hot water for at least half an hour.
The wrap is hardly wet when I come out and feels smoother than ever before. I try to find the flap with the Velcro under it, but it's all very tight and not accessible. It must be more wet there than on the outside.
I take a few more baths in the days following, but when the weekend is over I need a shower in the morning and that's for the first time I realize something's wrong. I call for Maria and she can't find a way either to take the wrap off. The bath water must have dissolved the Velcro somehow and glued the wrap together. We can use scissors and cut it off, but I don't want to give up on it, until I have found a new one. What shop did you buy this again? I ask Maria, but she shakes her head and says she bought it in a garage sale.
I'll go by the mall tonight I say, see if I can find a new one, and then we can cut this off. She nods, still puzzled about the situation. The office is keeping us both very busy and for days I have no chance getting to the mall in time.
Two days later it gets even weirder. The wrap seems to get tighter but also larger. It stretches now from my crotch to just under my nipples and the tighter grip starts pushing my flesh out on the top and bottom of the wrap. Maria looks at it and says it looks more like a corset now and she's right, my figure is slowly getting an hourglass shape. The up and down pressure makes my hips flare wide and my nipples sticking out more from the pushed up fat around it. You almost need a bra, she says and looks at me curiously. Give me a pose she asks, and I put my hand on my hips sticking my chest forward. Wow, she says, almost like a girl, if not for that rod sticking out.
She's right, I'm quite aroused from the situation and so is she, seeing moist dripping from her pussy. Can't let this go to waste, she says and she pushes me backwards on the bed and mounts me immediately, her wet snatch gobbling up my huge rod with ease. She starts sucking my nipples and a huge pleasure hits me and I feel my rod grow by at least another inch inside her. I buck my hips and she adapts her moves to it. In only a few seconds I feel my orgasm and I squirt a huge load straight into her womb. Here I normally go soft but not today, I stay hard in her and she starts bucking me now like a horse. My body gets more tense and I start shaking, causing my pole to act as a buzzing vibrator which is well received. I feel her coming over and over again and I come myself once or twice more, shooting more and more in her, until finally she collapses on top of me and she passes out. I can't go anywhere and so I gently keep fucking her, coming twice more before I also black out.
When I wake up I hear her in the bathroom. I check her out and she's in the bathtub with her wrap tightly around her. What are you doing, I ask, you know that wrap is going to be stuck on you. Yes, she says, I want it to. So much pleasure is worth it, don't you think. I nod and sit in the tub across from her. We start soaping each other and end with a long kiss. You know we didn't use any protection she whispers after a while. It had crossed my mind and I nod with a smile. Whatever happens happens, I whisper back. I'll win the trip for the both of us and we'll make it our honeymoon. At that she hugs and kisses me and we're the happiest people in the world.
Dressing becomes more and more a problem. The fat around my nipples start shaping like breasts and eventually I borrow one of Maria's jogging bras. My boxers don't fit anymore and again I borrow some underwear from her, a boy cut she says. It follows the contours of my tighter waist and wider hips. I tug my penis back between my legs showing a smooth front. I manage to get my dress pants on but the belt goes all the way to the last hole. People in the office will notice now that I'm truly losing weight.
Two weeks later it is confirmed that Maria is pregnant and she officially drops out of the race. Her wrap is by now a corset as well but by instinct she knows it's not going to hurt her baby. Her breasts start puffing out more as well. Sex is better than ever though we're careful not to go all the way into the womb anymore. When I suck her nipple I can taste a sweet fluid coming from it already and I drive her nuts, in a good way. We realize that both our bodies are going completely hairless, except for the hair on top of our heads. I haven't had to shave for days and I have a feeling I never need to anymore.
We're approaching the six months and it is clear to everyone that I'm going to win. I have turned from a fat guy into a slim curvy woman although still have my male hardware stuck between my legs, working overtime each night on an insatiable Maria, who is now as curvy as me but showing her pregnant belly already. I have switched over to wearing skirts and dresses, much more comfortable than pants around my crotch and people call me Jane now.
Some people in the office are planning trips to Vegas to be at our wedding. Maria and I have been fitting wedding dresses, form fitting with a corset on top. Her skirt flares out from her hips, mine is tight and flares out below my knees, like a mermaid tail.
At the final day I look around our group and I know this contest has been good for all of us. Everyone is smiling, more couples have formed clearly. But after the weighing I'm the only one who lost more than a hundred pounds and I'm declared the winner. Next week I'll fly to Vegas together with my now best friend and soon to be wife and the mother of my unborn child. We have decided to have four children and then I will get surgery to become a complete woman. With me drinking so much of her breast milk I have started lactating myself so we both will be able to nurse our children. I can't wait...