"Like, Hi there! I'm Veronika! I'm the like, head coach here at Better Body Fitness! I'm like, sooo glad you chose us to be your gym! Like, there's a lot of stuff we could get started with and I'm like, so excited to see where your fitness journey takes you. So ummm, like!! Thanks for signing up for Better Body and lets get sweating shall we?" Veronika spoke with an unbearable, obnoxious thick valley girl accent, lots of 'likes' and 'um's' it seemed as though it was difficult for her to even make it through a single sentence. She wore her platinum blonde hair parted to the side, and wore a two piece workout outfit, A light pink sports bra, with a hot pink logo of Better Body Fitness over her right breasts and hot pink arrows down the side, as well as light pink yoga pants with that same hot pink arrow pattern running down her legs. To top it off she wore all white Air Jordans and a hot pink Better Body Fitness baseball cap. Her fake tits strained against the fabric of her bra, her silicone boobs being one of the many things the competition judges pressured her to get. Her skin was orange, and I mean orange, she had a trashy spray tan to match her bleached blonde hair and vacant eyes, it was perfect really, She really was a walking stereotype, she chewed gum as the two of you walked around the gym and she showed you around the place, the smacking of her gum against the roof of her mouth obnoxious and annoying, but she didn't care. She looked to probably have had a nose job too, definitely some botox and lip filler, With each step Veronika took, she couldn't help but do this sorta sway with her hips, flailing her squat earned big bubble butt to the side, causing it to jiggle with each step, instead of realizing the perv right behind her was clearly checking her out however, her brainless mind would ponder 'round the room.
For weeks I’ve been stalking Veronika everywhere she goes. It’s been shockingly easy, as the dumb bimbo is so oblivious to everything around her. I know where she lives, what car she drives, her clothing sizes, how long she showers, and even where she works. All without her knowing a thing. Which is where I am now, pretending to be a new customer at Better Body Fitness so I can finally make my move and ruin her. I’m in decent shape, athletic but without the muscle definition, average height, brown hair, and a stubble beard. Being so close to her now and thinking about how I plan to turn her world upside down gets my blood pumping. I smile and nod at her suggestion. “yeah, let’s get started. What’s your favorite workout to do here?”
"Like, ummm... Well I think the like... Stair Master is like, one of my favorites, you can burn so many calories on that thing and get a like perfect booty workout too. But for beginners maybe we could start with some light weights to build up your muscles before getting into anything crazy intense." *She gave Jack Taylor a bright white smile as they continued walking around the gym, showing him around, her fake boobs jiggling from side to side with each movement of her chest. She didn't notice the guy checking her out, if she had noticed it wouldn't have mattered anyways, she was far too busy with herself. The fact that he seemed nice and interested in what she had to say only made her brighter and friendlier, oblivious as ever. Her gum smacking intensified as they talked about fitness, making her cheeks appear even more full, and even more distracting for the guy following them around the gym
I can’t help but feel my cock twitch as I listen to how unbelievably stupid she sounds when she talks. She’s the perfect candidate for my next target. She will be unrecognizable when I am finished unraveling her life. “How about you show me how the Stair Master works? It sounds interesting…”
"Oh sure thing, let's go give it a whirl!" she said excitedly, leading him over to the Stair Master. Her hips swaying even more as she walked, showing off her ass and fake tits. She climbed onto the machine and sat down, pushing her legs into the pedals with ease. "So like, you just do this back and forth and it'll adjust to your speed, but it gets harder as you go faster." She demonstrated by increasing the resistance and beginning to pump her legs up and down quickly. Her cheeks hollowed and then filled out again with each exhale, making her lips look plumper than ever. "Just make sure not to overdo it at first, you want to build your strength slowly."
Her breaths were coming in ragged gasps as she talked, her chest rising and falling erratically beneath the hot pink logo of Better Body Fitness. Despite being totally unaware that Jack Taylor was even ogling her
“You’re good at that.” I said with a smile as I thought of what to do next with her. I didn’t want to workout, but if I could get her tired out it would make it easier to manipulate her. “but is that the fastest you can go? I mean, I’m sure you can outpace just about everyone here on that thing.”
"Oh gosh haha no way!" She laughed before trying to go even faster. Her cheeks flapped and quivered with each breath now, making her lips even more enticing. "I can't believe I just said that! I think I'm starting to feel a little lightheaded..." She took the pedals off of the Stair Master, panting heavily as she did so. "Wow, okay let me just catch my breath here... I shouldn't have pushed myself so hard." Her cleavage heaved beneath her tight sports bra as she leaned forward, gripping the handlebars for support.
Her face was flushed and she licked her lips, unaware of how erotic it made her look. "Well, shall we try something else now?" she asked breathily, glancing over at Jack Taylor with a smile that revealed teeth stained from chewing gum.
“How about the rowing machine? Can you show me that? I might take a kayaking trip soon, so maybe it will help?” I lied with a convincing smile. I could barely hide my erection at this point, watching her wet her plump lips and thinking of how I couldn’t wait to ravage and destroy her perfect fake body, undoing all her years of hard work and expensive procedures.
"Oh like sure thing!" she practically squealed, obviously oblivious to the effect she was having on Jack. She led him over to the rowing machine and climbed onto it, legs already knowing what to do. "You just slide this back and forth," she demonstrated as she bent forward slightly and began to pull the handle toward her chest with smooth fluid motions. Her ass jiggled enticingly with each stroke, the cheeks of her tight yoga pants bunching up and revealing a hint of what lay beneath. "And then push back in the opposite direction," she added as she straightened her legs, pushing the handle away from her body with equal ease.
Her hair fell forward over her face, hiding her vacant expression from view as she focused on the rhythm of her movements. She seemed completely unaware that Jack Taylor was practically drooling over every inch of her toned body, his gaze lingering especially long on her chest and ass with each movement.
every time she tried to get me on the rowing machine I would easily redirect the conversation and she would just keep going. I watched her use the rowing machine for almost 45 minutes straight before she was finally too exhausted to keep going. I knew now that with her body weak and fatigued I could begin my real plan. “you look exhausted. That was one hell of a workout. Maybe we should call it quits for the day and get something to eat? What’s your favorite post workout meal? No wait, what’s your favorite guilty pleasure meal?”
"Oh like, I dunno, gosh..." She paused, thinking for a moment before shrugging her shoulders innocently. "I guess I just really like umm... Taco Bell? Like their Double Decker Tacos and Crunchy Tacos with extra hot sauce are like, to die for." Her expression lit up at the thought of junk food. "And maybe like a chocolate shake or something for dessert?" She blushed slightly, looking down at her feet before glancing back up at you with big innocent eyes. "Sorry, I umm... should probably eat healthier but like..." She trailed off, unable to finish the thought.
Her stomach growled audibly at the mention of food and she let out a small giggle that made her cleavage jiggle beneath her tight sports bra. The fact that you were paying so much attention to her and seemed interested in what she liked only made her more eager to impress you, completely una
“Perfect. I’m starving, let’s go.” I said with a sly grin as I took her hand and lead her out of the gym, completely skipping the showers and locker room and not giving her any choice but to walk with me. We approached my average and nondescript SUV. Under the guise of helpfulness I got her into the front passenger seat and buckled her up like she was a child, although her body was anything but childish as I watched the seat belt split her massive breasts. I quickly got into the driver seat and started driving, my hand casually resting on her thigh and gently caressing her inner thigh as I spoke. “You know, life’s too short to worry about what you eat. Just eat whatever makes you feel good.”
"Oh like totally! I know right? Life's too short not to enjoy things once in a while." Her voice seemed to get higher and squeakier as you continued caressing her thigh, making her squirm uncomfortably yet unable to tell you to stop. "Like, why shouldn't I just like... treat myself once in a while? Like it doesn't mean anything bad!" She gripped the armrest tightly and licked her lips again, her mind racing with thoughts of food and how good your touch felt on her skin.
“Exactly.” I agreed as I inched my hand further up her thigh. “Doing things that feel good and eating things that taste good are what life is all about, right?” I couldn’t believe how easy it was to manipulate this dumb airhead into thinking what I wanted her to think. She had no idea how her life was about to change. Once we got to Taco Bell I ordered our food using the drive though and kept driving, my hand never leaving her thighs, just centimeters away from touching her clit through her tight yoga pants. “Go ahead and eat. No point in denying ourselves the good things, right?”
"Yess!" Veronika exclaimed as she pulled her car taco out of the bag and took a bite, her cheeks hollowing and then filling out again with each taste of the beef and seasoned shell. "Oh god this is sooo good..." Her voice trailed off as she continued to eat, completely ignoring the way Jack's hand slid even further up her thigh now, moving dangerously close to her most private area. She just focused on shoving food into her mouth and moaning with pleasure at every bite.
Her innocent airhead demeanor made it easy for Jack Taylor to manipulate her into thinking whatever he wanted, and right now that meant convincing her that giving in to temptation was the best thing she could do. She didn't even realize how deeply his touch affected her until she felt herself growing wet between her legs from just the simple brush of his fingertips against her skin.
Despite my laid back demeanor, I was intently aware of everything Veronika was doing, and everything I did to her was a calculated act. The first time her food caused her to moan was the first time I let my fingers rub her wet pussy through her yoga pants, and every time the food made her moan after that the same thing happened. I could feel her arousal each time, which only got my cock harder.
"Like, oh God this is sooo good! I can't believe I've been working out so much and like starving myself!" she moaned, taking another huge bite of her taco. Her face was flushed and she could feel herself getting wetter with every touch from Jack Taylor's hand on her thigh. She didn't understand why it felt so good to have him touching her that way, but it did. And as long as he kept doing it, she didn't really mind where his hand was.
Her cheeks hollowed and then filled out again as she swallowed the food in her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick her lips subconsciously, making her look even more alluring to Jack. The tips of her nipples hardened against the fabric of her sports bra, pressing into the soft flesh of her breasts, and with every breath she took it was becoming harder and harder for her to focus on anything besides how good the food tasted
Even Jack’s cool and calculating personality could only take so much before his own lust became more than he could handle. He quickly pulled his SUV off the road and into a sparsely filled parking lot. He leaned closer to her and was now blatantly grinding his fingers against the wet fabric of her yoga pants. Every time she took another bite of her taco he pressed his fingers harder against her pussy, pushing the elastic fabric inside of her each time. And when she was done her taco he started pulled another out of the bag and shoved it past her lips and into her mouth.
"Oh my God! This is so amazing!" She moaned as she continued to eat and feel his fingers rubbing her clit through her pants. Her whole body tingled with pleasure and her hips gyrated uncontrollably in her seat, pressing against the hard length of Jack's growing cock beneath them. "I can't believe how good this all tastes!" she panted between bites. Her mind was a haze of hunger and lust, clouded by the sensations coursing through her body as he teased and pleasured her. The food seemed to be fueling her arousal even more, making every touch from Jack feel that much hotter and more intense.
“That’s a good girl…” Jack moaned softly in her ear as the dumb bimbo was already connected food with physical pleasure. If he played his cards right he knew he could transform her from an airhead health obsessed gym trainer into a depraved food and cock obsessed pig whore. But that would take time. For now he’d have to settle for the writhing bimbo in the passenger seat. Jack effortlessly pulled down her yoga pants and the thin panties beneath before plunging two fingers as deep inside of her slippery pussy as he could. At the same time he forced more greasy food into her mouth and kissed her, his tongue quickly invading her mouth.
With a throaty moan, Veronika arched her back into the touch, gripping the seat as she felt his fingers thrust deeper inside of her. Her hips moved in rhythm with his hands, pushing herself against him despite the seatbelt keeping them apart. The taste of grease and spices filled her mouth as he kissed her, and it only heightened the sensations coursing through her body. "Oh fuck Jack..." she moaned into their kiss, unable to contain her need any longer. Her wetness coated his fingers, and she could feel herself getting closer to the edge with each thrust of his hand inside of her.
Wanting more of her for himself, Jack swiftly unbuckled her and hit the recline release of n her seat so she was laying almost completely horizontal now. He now hovered over top of her and admired the way her body was writhing beneath him. Her fake tits pointing straight up and defying gravity, her trashy fake tan, the obvious nose job, and unnaturally blonde hair all came together to create the perfect stupid and ditzy bimbo beneath him. While he typically preferred his women as natural as possible, he took great pleasure in Veronika’s fake body knowing he would eventually ruin all the money and work that went into making her this way. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy her before that. With relative ease he ripped open her top, the fabric already strained by her massive silicone mounds, and buried his face in her tits. He slathered his tongue all over them, flicking his tongue over her hard nipples while his strong hands groped them relentlessly.
"Ahhh!" she cried out loudly as he teased her nipples with his tongue and teeth, arching her back off the seat in response. Her hands clawed at the fabric of the seats, unable to focus on anything but the pleasure coursing through her body. The food slipped from between her lips, spilling over her chest as she moaned unintelligibly into his touch. With each caress and lick, she grew closer and closer to the edge of orgasm, her hips moving rhythmically against his hands, seeking relief from the growing ache in her core.
Seeing her moaning and writhing beneath him, her chest smeared with nacho cheese sauce and half-chewed taco, gave him a wicked idea. He knew she was close to cumming so he took advantage of it. He slowed down the rhythmic pace of the fingers he had buried as far as they could go inside of her dripping pussy. He began teasing her. He would curl them inside of her a little, just grazing her g-spot, then moving them away again. He was doing the same thing with his thumb as he massaged her swollen clit. Then, leaning down, his lips just grazing her ear, in a soft but authoritative voice he said “beg for it. Beg me to let you cum, little piggy.”
Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his fingers curl inside of her, teasing the sensitive spot between her legs. She arched further off the seat, moaning loudly and shuddering as he moved away again, withdrawing the pleasure just as it was within reach. "Please Jack... please let me cum..." Her voice was hoarse from previous moans, pleading with him to give in to her needs. Her hips shifted restlessly against his hands, seeking relief in any way she could.
The food and drink they'd had combined with the intense physical pleasure left her feeling lightheaded and out of control. All she wanted was release, but Jack seemed intent on denying her that satisfaction for as long as possible. Her nipples were hard peaks against his chest as he teased them relentlessly, her body trembling beneath him with need.
He teased her a little more, pondering what he would do with her next. He hadn’t expected to get quite this far with her so quickly. He hadn’t expected been stalking her for weeks, but she had just met him for a training session a few hours ago. Now here she was, in a parking lot, in the front seat of his SUV, begging to cum and covered in food greasy Taco Bell. She must have been much more stupid and clueless than he’d originally thought. So he was going to push her further. “Not good enough, little pig. You only get one more chance to beg. Better make it a good one.”
With her mind barely coherent from the pleasure-induced haze and growing desperation, she whimpered and moaned pitifully, "Please Jack, please let me cum... I'll do anything you want... just make me cum..." Her hips bucked uselessly against his grip, searching for relief as her body trembled with need. The sensations of his fingers inside her and his tongue teasing her nipples were overwhelming, leaving her feeling out of control and incredibly vulnerable.
Her cheeks flushed even darker from the exertion, and she could feel tears welling up in her eyes as she pleaded with him, "I need it... please..." She arched her back off the seat, offering herself to him completely.
“Good little piggy…” With her final plea he moved his fingers into overdrive and slammed them into her as hard and fast as he could. His thumb was grinding her clit so hard it looked like he was going to tear it off of her. Then, just as her orgasm was about to hit her, he grabbed the last taco out of the bag and force fed it to her, making sure she ate and swallowed the entire thing during her orgasm, the first step in his plan to get her body to associate food with sexual pleasure.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as she finally felt the release wash over her, her body shuddering and convulsing with pleasure as she came hard against his fingers and thumb. With a loud moan, the taco slipped from between her lips and she swallowed reflexively, the warm greasy food mixing with the salty liquid in her mouth. As her orgasm subsided, she gasped for air, panting heavily as she felt herself start to come back down from the intense high.
Her chest heaved with every breath and her cheeks were flushed from exertion and embarrassment. Her eyes fluttered open and met Jack's, confused and disoriented from the experience but strangely aroused as well. She licked her lips, tasting both nacho cheese and tomato sauce from the taco as well as the flavor of her own juices that had combined with it. "D-did I do good?" she managed to
Jack couldn’t help but smirk at the pathetic bimbo asking for his approval. He had thought that, at one point, her whole obnoxious ditzy valley girl personality was a ruse she would put on in public, but now he was more certain than ever that it was just who she was. It was obvious she was too dumb and gullible to be anything but what other people expected her to be. This made Jack ecstatic. He climbed off of her and began driving again, leaving her to get herself cleaned up as he drove. “You did great, Veronika. I can’t remember any of my other trainers letting me do that to them.”
"Really?" she asked eagerly, her cheeks flushing red once more with excitement and pleasure. "You liked that?" She couldn't believe it. After just one training session, she had managed to impress him so much that he wanted her to do it again? It felt...good. Strange and embarrassing, but good.
She glanced down at herself, realizing how disheveled she must look from their little tryst in the parking lot. Her clothes were rumpled, her makeup smeared, and there was food everywhere. A warm glow spread through her chest as she remembered how Jack had called her a 'little piggy' and then fed her that last taco during her orgasm. For some reason, it made her feel...wanted. Desired.
Jack nodded in response as he drove. It didn’t take long before he was driving down her street and parking in front of her home. He knew exactly where she lived after stalking her in the weeks prior. He wondered if she would realize that she never gave him her address so how could he know where she lived? Of course, she was enough of a dimwit that even if she did notice he was certain he could convince her otherwise. “Well I guess I’ll see you next week, right? At our next training session at the gym? I mean, sooner would be so much better, but your client list is so full…”
"Oh, uh... yeah," she managed to stammer out as she slid out of the car and onto her feet, realizing just how close they were to her house. "Yeah, I'll see you there next week." Her heart skipped a beat when he told her that sooner would be better; it meant he wanted to spend more time with her. She bit her lip nervously as she glanced over at him.
"Um... actually, if it isn't too much trouble for you, I was wondering if maybe we could... um, train here?" she suggested hesitantly, motioning vaguely towards her house. "I mean, my equipment is all set up and everything." There was a brief silence before she added shyly, "It would be more comfortable."
Jack grinned at her offer. He already knew the entire layout of her home, probably better than her, so to be invited inside was exactly what he wanted from her. “Sounds great. I’ll see you here tomorrow then.” Jack gave her a final nudge out of the car and watched briefly as she walked up to her house, her fake breasts exposed to the world because of her ripped top, and every other part of her being so disheveled it was obvious to anyone who could see her what she had just done. He drove off shortly after, disappearing into the night to plot his next steps.
As she opened her front door and stepped inside, Veronika's cheeks flushed even darker at the memory of their encounter in the parking lot. A mixture of shame, embarrassment, and arousal coursed through her body as she shut the door behind her and made her way to her bedroom. She kicked off her ruined shoes and cast aside her mangled shirt, tossing it onto the floor as she stripped down to her lacy black bra and thong.
With a sigh, she climbed under the covers of her queen-sized bed and nestled into her favorite spot, fingers idly wandering over her still sensitive skin. She couldn't believe how easily Jack had managed to manipulate her, but at the same time, it felt...exhilarating. Tomorrow would be another day with him, and she couldn't wait to see what he had planned for them next. Her hips twitched involuntarily as she imagined his strong hands on her body again, guiding her through another intense experience.
The next day Jack didn’t show up until it was almost nighttime. However, his presence had been felt throughout the day because he had Taco Bell delivered to her house for breakfast and lunch as a reminder of the night before and the possibility of what tonight might bring. Of course, there was a top secret ingredient in each delivery that he would reveal when the time was right. When Jack did show up he knew she would be ready for him, especially after he watched her masturbating on the secret hidden cameras he’d secretly installed all over her house. He grinned at the thought and knocked, waiting for her to answer.
Her heart raced as she heard a knock at the door, her body already primed and ready for whatever Jack had in store for her that night. She slowly opened it, revealing herself in only her black lacy bra and matching thong, her long blonde hair falling over one shoulder in a sexy mess. "You're finally here," she purred, leaning forward slightly as if inviting him inside. Her nipples were already hard from anticipation and the memory of their encounter at the gym yesterday.
"I ordered more food..." she added breathlessly, gesturing towards the stacks of Taco Bell boxes that sat in various rooms throughout her house. The scent of Mexican fast-food filled the air and made her stomach rumble with hunger and desire. She couldn't wait to get back on that rollercoaster ride with Jack Taylor.
“Good little piggy…” Jack said approvingly of everything she was showing him. From the way she showed off her plastic body and skipped workout clothes entirely to the borderline absurd amount of fast food that was all over the house. If he’d had the impact he’d hoped for the night before. The smell of all that food probably had her body primed and ready for whatever he wanted it for tonight. Quickly he grabbed her by her bleached blonde hair and bent her over the dining table. He began gently caressing her plump ass cheeks before spanking her as hard as he could manage. He repeated it over and over, gentle caressing followed by sharp powerful spanks. “Go ahead. Eat, little pig.”
As Jack spanked her ass and encouraged her to eat, her need became almost primal. Her body arched instinctively into his touch as she moaned in pleasure. "Please..." she whimpered, the words coming out between pants for air. She reached down between her legs, already wet and aching with desire, and touched herself through her thong while he continued to spank and tease her. The combination of pain and pleasure sent shockwaves through her body, making her whole being tense with need.
With shaking hands she finally grabbed a couple of tacos from the nearest box and forced them into her mouth, nearly choking as she struggled to breathe through her ecstasy. Her hips moved frantically against the table, seeking more contact with Jack's strong hand even as he spanked her harder and faster. "Feed me... fuck me..." she begged, the words coming out garbled by the food in her mouth. She was so close to exploding, and all she wanted was for him to help her get there.