The Tale of Thick Johnson, Part 3

"Good to hear. So let's get started,” said Miss Gunderson. “Take off your shirt, Thick, and let's get your measurements and weight."

Thick obliged without thinking. He had always been proud of his body and loved to take his shirt off, especially in front of good-looking ladies. And since he hadn't yet realized how fat he had gotten, he had no reason to be embarrassed.

Miss Gunderson left the room to finish some paperwork and told her new assistants to handle the measuring duties. Thick set his t-shirt onto the floor, along with his wallet, phone, and keys, and then grinned as the two girls approached. Both of them were quite beautiful, with shapely bodies and big boobs. Even so, they were pretty much only an 8 and a 9, so he figured they would get the thrill of a lifetime touching his glorious "10" physique.

But instead of cooing with glee, he could hear them snickering.

"What's so funny?" he asked the tall blonde one as he stretched out his arms.

Stephanie, who at 20 was slightly older than 19-year old Melissa, replied with “Nothing.” She then wrapped the tape around Thick’s chest and pulled it tight. "56,” she noted to Melissa, who wrote the number down on a clipboard.

Thick smiled. "56 fuckin' inches of pure power," he thought.

Next, Stephanie lowered the tape and wrapped it around Thick’s waist. "58," she said.

Thick's smiled quickly disappeared. "58! What the fuck are you talking about? It may not quite be the 32 when I was in peak shape, but it's not 58!"

Stephanie, who Thick thought of as the tall blonde, wordlessly held up the tape measure and showed him the number. This time, Melissa, the shorter brunette, giggled.

"How is that possible? My waist cannot be 58 fuckin' inches!" asked Thick.

Stephanie stood straight up and then pushed on the back of Thick's shoulder, indicating she wanted him to turn to the side, and then pointed to a mirror on the gym wall. "Look, Tubbo...can you see your gut now? Look at it closely – it's 58 inches around."

Thick's mouth dropped open. He reached down and grabbed the big belly that hung beneath his chest and felt his soft flab.

Stephanie then took the finger she used to point to the mirror and cupped one of his pecs, causing it to jiggle. "And yeah, your chest is 56 inches, but it's 56 inches of lard."

Thick tried to flex his pecs stop that the jiggling would stop, but he found he had lost his muscle control. "What the fuck is happening?"

After a few moments of letting it all sink in, the girls moved on to a new tactic to upset Thick.

Stephanie giggled and tossed her blond hair to the side. "But don't worry, Miss Gunderson’s program will get you back in shape. See how everything is firm and tight on us? She really helped us get this way."

Melissa grabbed an incline bench from nearby, moved it behind Thick, and invited him to sit. The big guy slowly laid back on the bench, emitting an "oof" as his big butt made contact with the pad, and then stared up at the firm physiques of the two women. "You two do look athletic."

Melissa lifted up the bottom of her shirt to give Thick a quick glimpse of her taut mid-section. "We've both spend a lot of time on our bodies so we're in top condition. We want to make sure that everything that's supposed to be small is small."

Then Stephanie added as she caressed her left breast, "...and everything that is supposed to be big is big."

Thick smiled, quickly forgetting his plight now that the women were coming on to him. He could feel his temperature rise a bit, and he knew that his cock was going to get hard quickly. "Yeah, they look pretty perfect."

Melissa moved in a bit closer so she could sit right on Thick's lap, and she put her hand on his soft upper thigh to balance herself. "All the guys seem to think so. We've been getting a lot of attention from them lately."

It had been a few months since Thick had gotten laid, so his hormones went into overdrive as soon as Melissa touched his body. His cock was now half-hard and growing quickly, and he struggled to come up with the appropriate words to say. "Um, yeah," was all he could muster.

Stephanie leaned in as well, then blew softly in Thick's ear. "We've learned a lot in just a short time. All kinds of fun things that make our lovers happy."

Melissa moved her hand up Thick's thigh. "We sure did. We used to be real good girls, but we've been very naughty lately. Have you been naughty lately, Thick?"

Thick could feel his cock getting up to full mast, ready to explode. "No, but I want to be."

"Well, then close your eyes and we'll give you a surprise," said Stephanie. "Something you'll never forget."

Thick closed his eyes, and he could feel Melissa getting off of his thighs, but as she moved around behind him, he lightly caressed his arms and squeezed his biceps. He was lost in the euphoria of the moment when suddenly he heard a new voice speaking: "What is going on here?"

Thick quickly opened his eyes to see very muscular guy standing about 6 feet away. He had to be at least as tall as Thick, or maybe even taller, and a few years older. The guy had on a tight white State U t-shirt that hugged his well-developed torso and big arms, and a pair of black athletic shorts that could barely contain his massive thighs. Thick thought he looked like a younger version of powerlifter Derek Poundstone, only with a shaved head instead of blond hair.

Stephanie explained quickly. "Hey, Brett, this guy flunked PE last year, and he's taking a make-up class this summer. Miss Gunderson asked Melissa and me to get his measurements, and he got all hot and bothered just being around us."

Thick tried to get up from the bench, but his hefty gut and sizeable erection made it incredibly difficult. "No, that's not what happened. I swear!"

Brett lunged forward and wrapped his fingers around Thick's cock, which was clearly tenting inside his shorts. "Are you saying this isn't a hard-on, chump?"

Thick couldn't take it any longer, and the tight grip from Brett caused him to have an explosive orgasm. His body bucked for a few moments, and other than Stephanie and Melissa saying "Ew...gross," the room went silent.

Brett let go of Thick and laughed hard. “This wimp doesn’t have any self-control at all. No wonder he’s so out of shape.”

Before he could say anything to protest, Brett turned toward Stephanie and said, "I have a surprise...Miss Gunderson hired me to help teach PE this summer."

Stephanie squealed. "Really, sweetie! I thought you were just coming by to wish me luck on my first day?"

Brett smiled at his girlfriend. "Well, that was part of it. But I've been meeting with Miss Gunderson for the past few weeks, ever since she selected you as one of her assistants. I need to get some experience coaching, and she agreed to let he help out on some of the summer teams, plus, she wanted me to help work with you two as a PE instructor."

"Yeah," said Stephanie as she ran over to her large, muscular boyfriend and jumped into his arms. Brett easily swept her up and planted a big kiss on her lips.

"But we've only got the one student," said Melissa, pointing to Thick who was still trying to hoist himself off of the incline bench. "And he's kind of an asshole."

"I know all about him, Melissa," said Brett as he set his girlfriend down. "Stephanie told me how he mistreated you at the clothing store last year."

"Oh, shit," thought Thick. "That's where I know them from."

Brett then walked over, stood right in front of the ex-jock, and put his hands on his hips so that his massive lats flared out "Don't you worry, ladies...I’m going to teach this guy a few lessons this summer."

The muscle man reached over to Thick, took his right hand, and yanked him hard up off of the bench. "OK, Tubby, let's start with some weights. You can curl about 10 pounds in each arm, right?"

Thick began to protest. "Hell, no, that's..."

Brett was still holding Thick's hand and began to use his superior strength to squeeze as tight as he could. Thick immediately stopped talking and winced in pain.

"Like I said...10 pounds seems about right for you," reiterated Brett.

Thick nodded in agreement. "Um, yeah, now that you almost broke my hand," he thought.

Brett smiled. "Good boy. Go fetch yourself a ten-pounder, and I'll get a 120-pounder for myself."

Thick did as he was told, and the women giggled at the weight differences. Brett indicated that Thick start pumping, and again, Thick did as he was told. Brett turned to Stephanie and Melissa and continued chatting while the ex-jock pumped about a bunch of reps.

After about two minutes, Thick was slowing down and sweat was beginning to pour down his head. "OK, Melissa," said Brett. "Go get his phone, OK?"

Melissa jumped into action and grabbed the phone from where Thick had set it down. She walked back over to the group just as Brett walked over and stood next to Thick. Brett was ready to start pumping his 120-pound dumbbell and had no problem hoisting it, while standing next to him, fat and sweaty Thick was really struggling to lift his 10-pounder. Still shirtless, with flab bulging out across his torso, and a big stain on the crotch of his shorts where he had ejaculated.

Melissa snapped a photo of the very different looking pair of men. She and Stephanie then consulted for about 10 seconds before coming up with the caption: "Looks like my nickname now applies to my gut and not my muscles." They both giggled again, and Melissa posted the photo and the caption on Thick's Instagram and Snapchat accounts, which he had left open. Finally, she changed the password so he was now locked out from his own accounts and couldn't remove the photo.

Brett smiled, knowing it was only the first of many embarrassments for the guy who had mistreated his girlfriend and practically everyone else in the school.