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'.
I struggle to let out much more than a wheeze and groan, my lungs emptying themselves of breath with each attempt to call out for help while struggling to refill themselves. The pin pricks grow worse and worse by the second, my skin burning for a few moments before I soon find a blast of frigid air soothe the aching site.
My shoulders slump, my arms hanging low by my side as I find myself leaning against the machine. My chin catches the edge, a low whimper escaping my lips as I feel my flesh and bone deform slowly as my whole body weight is seemly applied to singular point.
"Oh don't be so grumpy" the dark haired woman mutters from beyond my sight. "I mean sure, it'll take some work to... well... get back to a more healthy weight, and sure you're gonna have issues with school and stuff... " she muses, each word being less and less confident as time goes by.
My eye twitches as I feel something twist inside me, a churning in my gut that send chills up my spine and leave my eyes watering. I feel like I'm going to vomit, a sense of nausea and vertigo wracking me as the machine begins to make a new set of wiring and grinding noises.
"But like... trust me, it'll be super worth" she chirps excitedly, the sound of the machine reaching a fever pitch. "There... we... go..." the young personal trainer chirps, each bright and bubbly word soon being accompanied with another grinding snap and yank from somewhere inside of me. Each twang was like a muscle tearing, sinew breaking only to be unable to mentally identify where it had come from.
My eyes are suddenly forced shut as a bright red light flashes over my face from within the contraption that had been made my prison. With each pulsing and stinging flash I feel my head throb, the temples aching more and more with each strobe of the harsh light. Thankfully, before anything close to a migraine can form I find the light suddenly ease off, the sound of the machine growing quieter and quieter by the second as the sound of foot falls begin to race closer.
A loud pop and hiss erupts from the machine, my limp and numbed from tumbling out of it and to the cold hard ground with a palpable thud. I struggle to even breathe, my breaths coming in short shallow shudders as I struggle with the lack of feeling through my body.
"Oh wow..." the young woman murmurs, her foot falls slowly approaching the wire fence separating us. "You look... cute..." she chimes, her tone somewhat lacking in her earlier confidence and conviction.
Panting and wheezing I try to look up, my eyes going wide as I watch the hair fall from my eyes. The short light brown strands seem to hang from a moment after I move, lagging behind me as they paint the air behind them in a blurred after image. For a second, between the time it takes for them to reach their end point I spot what almost looks like a series thick wavy strands of brunette hair dangling in front of my face. My whole body feels sluggish and heavy, my chest aching as I apply my body weight to it and my stomach seemingly touching more the hard wood floor than it really should be able to.
"What did you..." I gag, pausing as I hear my voice warbling and crackle between my deep and masculine tone and something sweeter, warmer, and with a slight singsong tone.
"We made you more... like... better!" the dark haired girl chirps, giving me a weak and forced smile as she stares down at me. "Well not better better, but like...I've processed your membership, and we can totally get started on your new diet and exercise plan" she explains with a small chuckle. "Not me I mean, that'll be for our new regional trainers out in Woodsdayle."
Wheezing and whining I manage to get an arm underneath me, my whole body shaking as I struggle to move while still fight back the numbness. I feel it slowly shift to pins and needles, the lack of sensation making the act of getting my feet under me an almost insurmountable struggle. Each movement leaves the blurry after image behind it, glimpses of soft and flabby flesh in various stages of tan slipping through for brief moments beneath the image of my arms.
"We'll need you in three days a week" the trainer states in a matter of fact tone as she skips back towards the desk. "You can do it after school, or like two days in the week and one on weekends... I mean if you can make it that is..." she mutters, snatching up a pen and jotting down notes on a little pad. "Cardio... we'll work on flexibility, the boys will love that... oh and maybe we can target that belly of yours with some..."
With my legs shaking I finally force them beneath me, slowly easing
myself up to a standing position. Despite my best efforts I can't seem
to stand up correctly, the room feeling too large and too small at the
same time. My knees remain bent in a partial squat, each attempt to
stand at my full height suddenly giving me a momentary glimpse of some light blue fabric rest atop a thick and jiggling thigh.
Without waiting for her to finish I
lurch forward, throwing my body against the wire frame door in the metal
fence. As I impact the loosely closed door I find my vision warp and
shift, a faint taste of vomit filling my mouth as the world twists
around me and snaps my body with it.
Holding a hand to my mouth I stagger forward, my eyes darting around as I find myself back out in the gym proper and the upbeat pop music blasts around me. My heart hammers in my chest, my body shifting and wobbling beneath me and the after image I was leaving, my nauseated and sickened state growing worse by the send as I find the blurred after image of my hair giving me a sense of motion sickness.
Pausing for a moment I blink rapidly, my eyelids blocking my vision for far longer with each blink as they trail behind my actual motion. Gone is the relatively full gym, the yoga class and the blaring pop music being suddenly replaced with empty mats and a softer lighter acoustic guitar playing over the speakers.
The gym itself barely looks used, with only one or two machines even being used by the seemingly normal looking middle aged women on a set of cycling machines. Whipping my head around I spot my reflection along the wall to my right, the distant mirror running the length of the gym next to a series of shelves filled with various weights.
Heaving and shaking as I try to hold my the violent sickening retching still wracking my body I watch in terror as my whole body shifts as one large blurred mess. Beneath the haze I begin to spot something more, a glinting piece of metal in an ear, a jiggling wing of flab on my upper arm, and a white section of fabric covering a bulging fatty belly.
"Ms Hughes?" comes a voice from behind me, a short squeal escaping my lips as I jump in place. Twisting around I find myself looking back in the office, my gaze shifting up as I find myself staring at the tall and tan blonde woman emerging from within. I'm forced to blink rapidly once more, my mind struggling to reconcile the beaming smile on the towering figure with the short dark haired woman from mere moments ago.
I open my mouth to say something only to stop myself as the blonde holds out her calloused hand. Glancing down I spot just what she is handing me, a series of papers and a small plastic card.
"Here you go sweetheart" she coos warmly, a subtle twang to her bright and bubbly voice. "Welcome to Full Form! Just got confirmation of ya new plan sent through... like just, musta been lucky havin' someone do that so quickly" she chuckles excitedly, shaking the forms and the card a little in an effort to urge me to take it.
Reaching out I slowly take hold of the papers and the small plastic rectangle, wincing slightly as I feel my finger squish against the rigid card more than I expected. "I... Uh..." I wheeze and croak, swallowing hard as I feel something shudder in my throat and beneath my chin.
"We can get started in a day or two" the blonde chirps, bouncing on the balls of her feet before she looks down at my torso with a bit of a smirk. "Can't have you wearing that in the gym. Ya gonna need something a little more fit for exercise and..." she states, pausing to think for a moment. "I'm 'ssuming ya have something ya wear for gym class? Sport bra? Comfortable shorts?"
"What... I mean I..." I blurt out, my eyes beginning to well up with tears and water as I grow more and more overwhelmed.
"Aww sweetheart, don't ya worry" the blonde coos, leaning down a little to look me in the eyes in my squatting state. "We'll work something out for ya, okay? I'm here for you, so lets call it a day and we can start working through ya plan once ya ready."
I can barely nod back, sniffling and whimpering heavily as I quickly begin to head towards the door.
"See ya Jordan!" the blonde calls out, waving with her whole arm. "Can't wait to get ya started! You'll love..."
The sound of her voice is quickly blocked out as the door slams behind me, the sound of the soft guitar and the whirring of the equipment quickly being trapped behind a wall of glass. My heart races and my head throbs, the sickening twisting sensations wracking my body failing to subside as it feels like every inch of my body gurgles in a manner akin to an upset stomach.
With a deep breath I take a small unsteady step out onto the footpath, only to find myself hit with...
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