A Delicious Prison

The Fall

Amber stops running, out of breath, red in the face, covered in sweat. She puts her feet on either side of the treadmill, grabbing her small towel to try and dry her face, embarrassed how little it takes for her to start sweating. This isn't her first time on the treadmill, actually it's been about a year to the day since she started working out.

Amber is a 20 year old woman studying Biology in College. She stands at about 4'8", currently 120 lbs (BMI of 26.9, slightly overweight), with amber brown hair that reaches her waist and emerald green eyes. She is a pretty girl, curves in all the right places, thick thighs, and just a little belly that creates a visual muffin top in her tight leggings. Her chest matches the rest of her, a little extra to go around. She wasn't always like this, freshman year of college Amber ate her stress and gained 35 lbs in the first two semesters.

She hated the new weight and decided she had to do something about it. She started working out 5 times a week, eating only 1200 calories, and soon the weight fell off. She still wasn't perfectly happy with her body, always picking and prodding at her belly, chubby chin, and saggy arms in the mirror. She hadn't been able to find a boyfriend since her high school sweetheart dumped her at the end of freshman year because of her size. She hated her body still, and blamed it for her lack of love life. She had no confidence anymore, the mean things her ex said about her body ringing in her head constantly.

She walked quickly from the treadmill to the locker room, keeping her eyes on the floor as to not make eye contact with anyone, fearing the judgment she knew would be in their eyes. Once in the locker room, she found one of the private changing rooms in the back and locked the door. Inside was a small bench, a floor to ceiling mirror, a small shelf, and hook for your belongings. Amber analyzed herself in the mirror, seeing her gross beet red face, covered in sweat. She worked her way down her body, judging every part till she reached her feet.

'God you are so fat, why do you keep eating so much? Fucking pig,' the words of her ex, Adam, repeated in her head. Tears began to roll down Amber's face, silent and slow, she cried looking at the body she had already worked so hard for. 

'I'll never be good enough. I'll never look right,' she said to herself and wiped the tears off her face. Tired of seeing herself, she turned around and began to undress and change out of her nasty gym clothes and into some comfy sweatpants and a black T-shirt. Composing herself, she left the changing room and began her walk from the locker room to her car.

As she left the locker room and turned the corner, she kept her eyes on the black foam floor, as always. All of the sudden, she ran into a large warm wall, knocking her off balance and onto the floor. Dazed and startled, Amber scrambled to sit up, her ass taking most of the fall.

"I am so sorry beautiful, here let me help you up," said a soft sweet male voice from above her. The man wrapped his arm under her arm and around her back, guiding her to a standing position.

"S..sorry I.. I wasn't looking," Amber stuttered out, finally looking up to see the man she rudely ran into. He was tall, much taller than her, maybe 6'2" she guessed. He was muscular, not like a body builder or anything, but fit, hot. He had dark black hair, cut short on the sides and messily styled long on top. He had sweet dark hazel eyes that looked at her with a smile. Amber immediately blushed, he was beautiful, way out of her league she thought.

"It's no problem at all, I was the one at fault really. My name is James, who are you?" James said as he let go of Amber as she was standing now. He smiled warmly, looking down at her.