The dietitian did not know what other options to provide John just that he needed to hit the gym as she insinuated afterwards. Immediately he did just that the following day and went to the treadmill. His feet hitting the passing belt made huge thumps every time he ran making the other members of the gym look at him in annoyance. He was sweating but still maintained his speed which was 50 miles an hour. His belly, butt, cheeks and new found breasts were jiggling as he ran. He stopped after a mere 10 minutes panting and sweating. Giving up, he decided to go home.
"Hey!" he heard a voice call out to him just as he got out of the gym. A curvaceous but toned blonde wearing a pink crop top headed toward him. Her features showed to be Yugoslavian but she was very erotic indeed. "Uh yes?"
"Are you John Arthur?"
"Who wants to know?" he frowned.
"We do." replied another voice. It was a brunette wearing a green crop top along with five other women wearing the same clothing but different colors worn. John turned around and nervously asked: "What do you want?"
"You need to come with us, fat one. There are lives at stake." replied the curvy blonde.
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