Full Form Fitness - Dumping Ground - Part Two

Suddenly, the machine roars to life as plumes of mist erupt from within. Despite the cold I feel hundreds and thousands of pinprick like bursts of heat begin to tease and dart across my skin. In a matter of moments I feel my muscles seemingly turn to mush, the mixture of targeted heat and surrounding cold easing my body beyond the realms of belief.

"Ten inches? Lucky you" the dark haired woman chuckles, the clattering of keyboard strokes barely reaching me as the machine continues to hum and whir around me.

"How did you..." I begin to croak, my throat soon refusing to make any sort of utterance as it too grows overly relaxed and numbed.

"Oh it's all here" the dark haired employee giggles, a key more keystrokes quickly following. "Don't worry, we know someone who will enjoy it far more. Thank you for filling that order for us, we needed another Show Room Body and that bulge will be peeeeeerfect. But as for you...We've been needing to have a bit of a clean out for a while now."

Full Form Fitness - Work-In-Progress - Part Two

Suddenly, the machine roars to life as plumes of mist erupt from within. Despite the cold I feel hundreds and thousands of pinprick like bursts of heat begin to tease and dart across my skin. In a matter of moments I feel my muscles seemingly turn to mush, the mixture of targeted heat and surrounding cold easing my body beyond the realms of belief.

"Ten inches? Lucky you" the dark haired woman chuckles, the clattering of keyboard strokes barely reaching me as the machine continues to hum and whir around me.

"How did you..." I begin to croak, my throat soon refusing to make any sort of utterance as it too grows overly relaxed and numbed.

"Oh it's all here" the dark haired employee giggles, a key more keystrokes quickly following. "Don't worry, we know someone who will enjoy it far more. Thank you for filling that order for us, we needed another Show Room Body and that bulge will be peeeeeerfect. But as for you...We've been needing a success story for our latest 'franchise'.

Full Form Fitness - Show Room - Part Two

Suddenly, the machine roars to life as plumes of mist erupt from within. Despite the cold I feel hundreds and thousands of pinprick like bursts of heat begin to tease and dart across my skin. In a matter of moments I feel my muscles seemingly turn to mush, the mixture of targeted heat and surrounding cold easing my body beyond the realms of belief.

"Ten inches? Lucky you" the dark haired woman chuckles, the clattering of keyboard strokes barely reaching me as the machine continues to hum and whir around me.

"How did you..." I begin to croak, my throat soon refusing to make any sort of utterance as it too grows overly relaxed and numbed.

"Oh it's all here" the dark haired employee giggles, a key more keystrokes quickly following. "Don't worry, we know someone who will enjoy it far more. Thank you for filling that order for us, we needed another Show Room Body and that bulge will be peeeeeerfect. But as for you...We've been needing a bit of eye candy with some brains." 

Full Form Fitness - Part One

Rain spits down from above as I trudge up the street, my hands pulling and picking at my clothing with each step as I find the material pinching and riding up in the most uncomfortable ways. I hadn't worn something like this in years, at least not for their intended purpose, my preferred size for sweat pants being 'too large' and 'comfortable' as opposed to being made for exercise.

However, after months lazing about at home and even longer being largely sedentary in the office my body had finally started to show the signs of my lounging lifestyle. Glancing down I look at my hoodie covered body, my free hand prodding at the small little bit of belly flab that had started to form over the past who knows how long.

"Maybe I could just eat a little less..." I begin to mumble, already growing tired after my little walk to the deep innards of the city in search of my new gym. "Or like a little jog... in the morning... with no one around to..."

I pause my train of thought as my phone buzzes in my pocket, the small device trying to alert me that we had arrived at our destination. Looking up from my stupor I find myself staring at a large rounded wall of glass, the large corner plot looking more like a view platform for passersby to gawk at the people inside. Pink, blue, and purple cladding run along the edges of the window, framing the gym within with bright eye catching colors.

I can't help but stare for a moment, my gaze locking to the men and women inside as the rain begins to beat down at a heavier rate by the second. Slender yet stacked women bend and twist into all manner of yoga poses in full view of everyone, towering muscular men seem to effortlessly lift weights, women with powerful thighs squat while a group of cyclists power through a stationary workout at high speeds.

For each of these paragons of fitness I spot several more common places persons, most seemingly catching glances at the men and women around them while a scant few seem more so focused on their workout as they hammer out sets and make notes in a little branded pad.

Looking at the treadmills by the window I spot a young yet somewhat doughy blonde woman, her tan face red and drenched in sweat. Her eyes meet my own, her lip twitching and her face wincing as she suddenly slows her stride and steps to the sides of the machine. In a huff she looks down at her flabby frame, muttering something before pulling out a purple notepad with black highlights with a familiar branding.

Full Form Fitness