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Bradley Thorn, an online fitness personality, has no redeemable personality to speak of- vain, petty, and more than a little bit of a bully, when he pushes people at the gym too far, one indignant cheshire decides to give him a workout from hell, thrusting the stag into a nightmare where no matter he does, he keeps gaining more and more weight, turning Bradley into the literal biggest target in the gym. Enjoy!
"Crunches! Gimme twenty, cupcake, let's move!" the panther barked, clapping his hands together.
Grumbling, the deer dropped down on a mat, and assumed the position. He placed his hands behind his head and sat up— or tried to, at any rate. Something was off, like he was being pushed back or something was in his way— Bradley looked, and his eyes went wide. A thick ring of flab had settled around his middle, pushing against his shirt. When he sat up, it even pooled and bunched up into a butterball, poking out from under his shirt.
"W-what the fuck?!" Bradley leapt to his feet, and his belly bounced with him. Looking at the panther, eyes wide and mouth agape, he gripped his belly and shook it, wincing as he could grab two meaty handfuls of his own flab. "What the Hell is this?"
The panther shook his head. "You can't expect to lose all that weight after what, fifteen minutes? You're just a pampered, lazy little thing, aren't ya, cupcake?" He poked his thick arm against Bradley's gut, making it wobble. "Well, maybe not little," he smirked.
"What're you doing to me?!" Bradley demanded. "I am a professional! I've got a feed with hundreds of thousands of subscribers, I get millions of views!"
The panther nodded understandingly. "Yeah, there's lots of chubby chasers out there."
"Augh!" Bradley gasped indignantly. "I am not chubby!"
"Yeah, sure, cupcake— you're fat." The panther growled, again draping that thickly muscled arm over the stag's shoulders, his boulder of a bicep pressing against Bradley's cheek. "Look, cupcake— if you think this little tantrum is getting you out of your workout, you've got another thing coming. Get your fatass on a weight bench, or I'll kick your fatass from here to the end of the parking lot! Move it!"
Brad was shoved by the panther, protesting increasingly feebly— what was wrong with him? He was having trouble even remembering what he did on his channel— fashion tips? Lifestyle videos? Now, that couldn't be it… why would he be making lifestyle videos if he needed a coach? He had let himself go so badly, after all…
luprand!Bradley Thorn, an online fitness personality, has no redeemable personality to speak of- vain, petty, and more than a little bit of a bully, when he pushes people at the gym too far, one indignant cheshire decides to give him a workout from hell, thrusting the stag into a nightmare where no matter he does, he keeps gaining more and more weight, turning Bradley into the literal biggest target in the gym. Enjoy!
"Crunches! Gimme twenty, cupcake, let's move!" the panther barked, clapping his hands together.
Grumbling, the deer dropped down on a mat, and assumed the position. He placed his hands behind his head and sat up— or tried to, at any rate. Something was off, like he was being pushed back or something was in his way— Bradley looked, and his eyes went wide. A thick ring of flab had settled around his middle, pushing against his shirt. When he sat up, it even pooled and bunched up into a butterball, poking out from under his shirt.
"W-what the fuck?!" Bradley leapt to his feet, and his belly bounced with him. Looking at the panther, eyes wide and mouth agape, he gripped his belly and shook it, wincing as he could grab two meaty handfuls of his own flab. "What the Hell is this?"
The panther shook his head. "You can't expect to lose all that weight after what, fifteen minutes? You're just a pampered, lazy little thing, aren't ya, cupcake?" He poked his thick arm against Bradley's gut, making it wobble. "Well, maybe not little," he smirked.
"What're you doing to me?!" Bradley demanded. "I am a professional! I've got a feed with hundreds of thousands of subscribers, I get millions of views!"
The panther nodded understandingly. "Yeah, there's lots of chubby chasers out there."
"Augh!" Bradley gasped indignantly. "I am not chubby!"
"Yeah, sure, cupcake— you're fat." The panther growled, again draping that thickly muscled arm over the stag's shoulders, his boulder of a bicep pressing against Bradley's cheek. "Look, cupcake— if you think this little tantrum is getting you out of your workout, you've got another thing coming. Get your fatass on a weight bench, or I'll kick your fatass from here to the end of the parking lot! Move it!"
Brad was shoved by the panther, protesting increasingly feebly— what was wrong with him? He was having trouble even remembering what he did on his channel— fashion tips? Lifestyle videos? Now, that couldn't be it… why would he be making lifestyle videos if he needed a coach? He had let himself go so badly, after all…
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