My Chubby Lover

Tapping the steering wheel of her car, Elsa stared up at the neon gym sign, and wished she was one of those natural beauties who didn't have to be considering this on a Saturday.

She wanted to be at home, in her bedroom studying, or even going over to her friend Kimberley's house, but no, she had decided to make a change.

It was the start of school, and she didn't want to keep being known as "the fat girl".

She would be going away to college next year, and the aim was for the new her to be gracing the halls of the college she picked.

First, she needed to get her ass out of the car and into the gym. She had already paid for her membership over the phone.

When she was asked if she'd like a personal trainer, she had declined.

There was no way she was having some woman, or worse, some guy telling her she was too fat. If she needed that, she'd work out at school.

"I can do this. It's just about going on inside, getting my pass, and hoping no one sees me."

She had gone over to the next town in order to be covert about what she was doing.

Blowing out a breath, she grabbed her bag, and just decided to go for it. She was going to go in there and start a whole new life for herself.

There were a couple of cars in the parking lot, which was a good sign.

Maybe everyone would stay at home, and she'd never meet another person. She'd be in and out before anyone even knew it.

I can do this.

Happy me here I come.

But she was happy, for the most part. Her father never judged her.

He only went along with what her mother said, if he was even paying attention.

Of course, her mom did love her, but she just wanted her to be better, thinner. God, she hated that.

"You'd be so happy, Elsa, if you just lost a little weight. You'd get invited to parties, and you may even have a boyfriend."

Those were her mother's words pretty much every week.

Most parents wanted their daughters locked away so no guys came near them.

Not her mother, no, she wanted her daughter to have a boyfriend, and maybe even go to a party.

Her father was a criminal lawyer, a really good one who made a shitload of money for his trouble.

So her mother was part of some country club, and Elsa refused to participate in the games that other mothers did by entering their daughters in beauty pageants.

If it wasn't for her grandmother interfering when she was five years old, she'd still be fighting to try to win.

Elsa hated beauty competitions, and there were times she hated how her mother caved to pressure from other mothers.

Anyway, that was stress for another time.

She was a good student, never caused trouble, and her one downfall: she was fat.

Up until a week ago, Elsa didn't care about her weight.

She liked to eat, and she liked to cook.

Her paternal grandmother was an amazing cook, and had always told her that back in her day, she'd be considered a hot piece of ass, and full women would soon make a comeback.

So Elsa had stayed happy in her own skin.

Then last week she'd left her bedroom to go and get a glass of milk, and heard her mother sob as she broke down in front of Bill, Elsa's father.

"I don't know what to do, Bill. I'm the complete laughingstock of the club. Elsa hates me, and all I want is what is best for her. I've seen her walking through town, and besides Kimberley, she has no real friends. No boys."

"We should be happy she's not coming home pregnant. I heard Gate's daughter had been caught last week, and he had to handle it. Now there is a shotgun wedding. We don't want that for Elsa."

"I don't want her to be miserable, Bill!"

Elsa had heard so much pain, so much fear that she had decided that enough was enough.

She was going to make her mother proud of her, or at least stop stressing about her.

Entering the gym, she walked up to the main desk, where a chipper looking brunette was typing on the computer.

"Can I help you?" she asked. Her name badge read Sarah.

"I'm Elsa Quinn. I called the other day."

"Ah, yes, Bruce told me you were coming."

Sarah left her chair, going to a little box behind her that she unlocked with a key.

"Here is your key, your access pad. This allows you into many different parts of the gym including the, erm, pool. It's cleaned on a Saturday until nine, but after then, you can go right on in. Are you with a personal trainer?"

"No, I'm just going to do this myself."

"Oh, okay. We do advise all new starters have a personal trainer to help them see where they should focus during their workout."

"I'm just going to hit it running, and hope for the best." Her cheeks were heating, and she was so embarrassed. "I'm going to go."

"Okay, have a nice workout, and if you need anything, please let us know. We want you to have a full treatment experience at Bruce's."

Elsa nodded and made her way toward the door with a stick figure of a girl on it.

"The new me is just exercise away. Once I start, there is no turning back."

She held in a whimper and pushed through the door, determined to try this out.

The changing rooms were empty, and she found a cubicle, locking the door behind her.

"So far, so good."

She didn't waste any time in getting changed into her workout gear, which was a pair of shorts that were a little tight and one of her father's old ratty shirts.

Her mother wouldn't allow her to buy clothes bigger, so she made do with what her father gave her.

Tying her ratty brown hair back into a ponytail, she was good to go.

She found a locker with a key, stashed her crap inside, and left.

Entering the main gym, she didn't have a clue what she was doing, but she was surprised at how many people were actually there.

Entering a room with running machines, she saw at least ten people, six men and four women.

Staying at the back, she stared at the scary looking running machine. It couldn't be that hard to get started.

Stepping onto it, she looked at all the buttons, and pressed for the machine to walk.

"Okay, I'm going to walk. This is going to be easy."

She muttered the words under her breath wishing she'd brought some kind of music.

"Can you believe he wanted me to eat a salad with the dressing?" One of the women was talking so loud that Elsa couldn't help but listen in.

"Really? That's got like a thousand calories."

"I compromised and allowed there to be chicken, but then they went and added cheese. I mean seriously, there's no way I was going to go for that."

Great, it's a health nut.

What was the point in eating at all if you forgo the meat and the dressing? It was just a bowl full of lettuce. Ew, maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

The image of her mother sobbing made Elsa keep on walking, and she ignored the conversation going on up front.

There was not going to be a change to herself unless she worked out, and work out she was going to do.

She only hoped her diet would allow more than a bunch of leaves in a bowl.

****

Noah Stewart made his way into the gym to find Sarah already had his key in her hand.

"Saturday morning, eight-thirty every single week unless we're closed for holidays," she said.

"You know me, I like to be predictable."

"Yeah, why don't you work out in your own town? Don't they give you a special discount or something?" Sarah asked.

Noah sighed. He could work out in his own town, and it would be easier than making the trek four times a week, but he liked Bruce's Gym.

He was left alone, allowing him to train. None of his football buddies were there, and he didn't have to worry about them trying to hook him up with some of the chicks in high school.

Ever since girls had discovered he had a dick at fifteen years old, he'd experienced nothing but drama.

Working out was the one area where he got to relax. He was the kind of guy who found lifting weights, running, or swimming relaxing, but still, it's what he liked to do, and he intended to make a career out of it.

If he didn't make it through football, he'd make it through becoming a sports medic, or teaching.

He happened to like a lot of things, and he was smart. Bruce had even offered him a chance to earn some extra cash as a fitness instructor.

The first week he was hit on three times, and that was not what he wanted for himself, so now, he focused on just practicing.

"Stop worrying about how much I'm being charged. Anything new with you?"

"I think Eric may propose. He's getting all serious."

Eric was her serious boyfriend, who she completely adored, but refused to show it.

This was what his friends ribbed him about every chance he got. Not only was he known for being a hit with the ladies, but he was also a nice guy, which made girls annoyed.

They couldn't hate him even if they wanted to, and also, he was a hot guy.

He was tall, muscular, with messy blond hair that looked hot on a guy and ugly on girls, and blue eyes that made girls think of the ocean when he was screwing them.

Not to mention he'd gotten some wicked ink during a trip to Vegas his dad took him on to see a game. It made him pretty badass, and his friends wanted to get one afterward.

It was damn good being Noah Stewart.

He loved his life, and nothing was going to change that.

"You make sure I'm at the wedding."

"Shut up, Noah. Oh, we had a newbie today. She joined via the phone, wants absolutely no help."

"That's not unusual."

"Yeah? She looks like a fish out of water. I think she's just hoping everything will fall into place for her," Sarah said.

This was what he liked about Sarah, she didn't judge anyone.

At some of the gyms he'd visited there was a horrible feel to the place where people trying to lose weight were made to feel like crap.

Bruce, he had a motto, you came to his gym for a reason. He'd leave you alone until you asked for help.

"You know, she looked close to your age. Maybe you know her?"

"Doubt it. I go across town to avoid the chicks in my area. You know that."

"How could I forget the whole screaming girl incident, where one of your conquests tried to hit you with a weight?" Sarah asked, chuckling.

"Look, it's not all my fault."

"Yeah, yeah, being young and hot is a curse."

"You should know. You're hot."

"Shut it, and I noticed you didn't quote young."

"I can't lie."

She threw a towel at him, laughing. "Go, before your body starts to go into withdrawal because you're not working it."

He gave her a wave and made his way toward the changing rooms.

There he changed into his workout clothes before heading out. He did some light stretches on his way into lifting some weights.

The definition on his arms helped him to catch the girls, but it also gave him the strength he needed while playing.

Noah didn't know what he'd do with his life if he didn't have the option of playing ball. It gave him focus.

Several of the guys nodded at him as they made their way to different apparatus.

This was what he liked about training here, he got left alone.

The last thing he wanted was a scene. He'd been there, done that, and he wasn't interested in the experience again.

After he was sufficiently warmed up, he started light on his arm reps, building up, alternating between each arm.

When he was happy there, he started to do some squats, lifting the weights out either side of his body, and drawing them back in.

For the next hour, he worked the whole of his body, building up a sweat.

He was warmed up, pumped, and ready to hit the treadmill. With a towel around his neck, he walked into the running room, and saw several people he recognized.

Looking to his left, he froze when he caught sight of a chick he did recognize.

Tbc!

Chapter 2

What the fvck was Elsa Quinn doing in a gym?

He paused, glancing around the room, and then back at the girl from his own high school.

She didn't look back at him, nor did she appear to care who was in the room. She wore one of the largest, ugliest shirts he'd ever seen.

He saw the signs of perspiration under her armpits. Her thighs were also swallowed up.

She had interrupted his place of peace.

Was this the girl who Sarah was talking about? No, she was going to have to go.

This was his place, his gym.

Moving toward the running machine closest to her, he started at a steady walk.

"What the fvck are you doing here?" he asked.

She tripped, and caught herself by holding onto either side of the machine, turning to look at him.

Her eyes were so dark as she stared at him. Noah forced himself to look right back at her.

There was always something ... inviting about her eyes.

During high school, he'd noticed how dark they were, and how they stared at something, trying to figure it out.

They were beautiful eyes.

"What the fvck are you doing here?" she asked back

"I've been coming to this gym for the past year. What is your reason?" he replied with scrutiny.

"You don't own the gym. You can't stop people from coming here." she retorted

"Are you here with a gang of girls? Did they put you up to this?" Noah looked around, wondering if at any moment one of his ex-conquests was suddenly going to pop out and make an appearance.

"I can't believe your ego. I don't have to take this. There are other rooms." She pressed several buttons, and left the room.

His peace had been ruined because he didn't trust her.

Turning off his machine, he followed her, finding her standing in the weight room. She looked like a fish out of water, exactly as Sarah had described her.

"Do you have a clue what you're doing?"

"God, do you own this room as well?" She walked back into the main hall, and there were several people walking toward them.

Grabbing her hand, he pushed her into one of the private sauna rooms.

"What the fvck are you doing?"

"You don't have a clue what you're doing here, so tell me who put you up to this."

"No one?"

"You just happened to be at Bruce's gym out of pure coincidence." he asked suspiciously

"No, and I don't have to tell you."

"I'll make your life hell at school!" he threatened

She glared. "I dare you, and I'll make sure every single girl knows you're here on a Saturday."

They both stared at each other, neither of them showing signs of winning.

Noan knew it would be bad for him if the girls knew about this.

"I'm here because it's the only place I get peace and quiet. You must have heard what Jessica did?"

"I heard about the scene. Who hasn't?"

"Exactly. I come here so I can work out and be left alone. Now, I've told you why, you tell me?"

He was now calm, knowing she had him at a critical point.

She sighed. "I just want to point out that you interrupted my training time, not the other way around. You could have run anywhere else, and I wouldn't care."

"Fine, just tell me." he almost pleaded.

"I'm doing it as a surprise to my mom."

"I don't get it." he said with a confused look on his face.

"Look at me. I know you all call me fat, cow, whale, chubby. I embarrass my mom, so here I am, trying to make her proud." she replied quickly and looked away

He'd heard all the names she'd been called, and he'd laughed at a couple of them.

But really he didn't see a problem with her weight. So she was a couple of pounds heavier than people would like, so what?

He happened to like her tits. There were many times during gym at school where he'd stared as her tits bounced.

Out of all of the girls in high school, she had the biggest rack.

Damn.

Now his gaze landed on her breasts.

"Seriously? My eyes are up here, you creep." she fired and he looked up immediately.

.

"You don't have a clue what you're doing." Noah argued

"So? I'll figure it out, and come college, there will be a dazzling new me, and there will be no sobbing in sight."

"What you're trying to do is lose weight. Where is your trainer? What are your starting points? What about your diet? There's a lot more to losing weight than just getting on a treadmill, and hoping for the best. You want to be the best that you can be, then you need some help." he persisted

"I don't want to make this complicated, okay? This was just about doing something in private with no one knowing, and now you know."

"Believe it or not, I won't blab." he said with a solemn expression

"Sure you won't."

Her sarcasm was grating on his nerves.

This couldn't be happening. Her perfectly ordered plan of losing weight without anyone knowing was about to be completely ruined.

Elsa forced back the tears as she stared back at the star of her high school.

This sucked.

"I won't. I'm not a fvcking liar." he swore

"Don't swear at me."

They had never spoken more than a handful of words at each other during their time in high school.

"How do I know you're not going to tell everyone?" he queried

"You keep my appearance here quiet, and I won't tell."

"Fine. I can do that."

"Good. Can I go now, or are you going to lecture me about something else?" she asked.

"No, you can go." He released her arm,

and she made her way back toward the treadmill.

The buzz she was getting had disappeared.

The entire encounter with Noah had ruined what she wanted to achieve.

She had done an hour, and that was better than nothing.

Leaving the treadmill, she made her way into the changing room. Instead of sticking around to change, she grabbed her stuff, and headed out into the parking lot.

Sarah was chipper, asking how she got on.

Elsa did her best to smile, and say thank you, but all she wanted to do was escape. Maybe get a large tub of ice cream on the way back.

"Elsa, wait."

She tensed up, glancing behind her to see Noah rushing toward her. This was the last thing she needed.

"What is it?" she asked, turning to look at him.

He ran up to her, and she refused to be drawn to his rock hard body. This was not her. She wanted something more than a pretty face to look at.

"You're serious about losing weight? This wasn't some joke to find out where I was?"

He queried.

"How can you even walk with an ego that size? Yes, this was about me, and what I wanted to do for my mother. It wasn't about you." she replied, now getting irritated

"I'll help you."

Elsa jerked back. "What?"

"Look, I know what I'm doing, and you clearly don't. This will be awesome for me to put on my college application."

She shook her head. "No, that's not going to happen. There's no way in hell that I'm going to be-"

"I'll do it anonymously. I can take pictures without your head, or anything that will give you away."

"You can do that?" she asked, curious.

"There are a great many people who like their privacy. I can help you with this."

"And you look awesome for college?"

"It's a win-win for both of us. You lose weight, I get a good education." he offered

She bit her lip, hating and liking it at the same time.

The last thing she wanted to be doing was allowing Noah to be near her. He wasn't an awful guy, but other than being a jock, she didn't know anything about him.

"So what do you say?"

"No one can know about this. Not your friends, or family."

"It's a secret." he promised

"Completely top secret." she added

"Okay, so completely top secret, let's go to my place," he said, walking away from her car.

"What?"

She jerked back and he chuckled

"My place. Let's get started. How long were you on the treadmill?"

"I don't know. I don't want to go to your house."

He turned toward her. "Do you want me to go to yours?"

"No."

"Then where do you expect us to get started?"

"What's wrong in there?"

"No, we've got some preliminary stuff to get done. We do it in there, it's got to be done through Bruce's books."

She groaned. "No, I don't want any record of what we're about to do."

"Then stop being a pain in the arse, and get in my car." he explained with a little frown.

"What about my car?" she asked.

"You don't want anyone to know about this, right?"

"Duh."

"Well duh, right back at you. Your car in my driveway is going to have a lot of people curious, asking questions. Do you want them asking shit about this?"

Once again she was stumped.

"You're right."

"You know, for a smart girl, it doesn't show."

She glared at him but couldn't find a reason to tell him otherwise.

Climbing into the front seat of his car, she held her bag tightly to her, and stayed silent as he pulled out of the parking lot.

She hated awkward silences, and she felt utterly tense.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he said.

"Oh, I know. I could probably squash you anyway."

"Okay, rule one, do not put yourself down like that."

"Excuse me?"

"I don't want any fat jokes, or comments when you're with me."

She frowned. "I get called them at school. In fact I've been called a lot worse, by you and your friends."

"Actually, not by me. I don't get involved with that crap. My friends, that's their deal, not mine. I don't put anyone down. I don't believe in that. In fact I actually believe in karma."

"Karma?"

"Yeah, if I start putting you down for your weight or whatnot, then later in life I'm going to be hit by something that's going to make my life suck. So, I live in a nice little bubble, and it works for me."

"Wow, a jock who is weird, who knew?" she asked. "What do you tell your friends?"

"About what?"

"About where you work out? I thought you guys were supposed to train together or something. You know, compete for how big your dicks are."

"Oh, look at you, knowing what a dick is," he teased, and she rolled her eyes. "You do know what one is?"

"Shut up, Noah."

"You're not a very nice girl."

"I'm a little out of my comfort zone."

"You don't think I am? I intended to relax today, do some weights, some running, maybe some laps in the pool-"

"You consider that relaxing?"

"What do you consider relaxing then?" He glanced over at her.

"Seriously?"

"You say that a lot."

"I know."

"So what do you think is relaxing?" he asked.

"I don't know, anything that is not working out?" She looked over at him.

"Nope, that's not me, I'm afraid. I find sitting around doing nothing stressful."

"You don't have to do nothing. What about a walk in the park? Or maybe going swimming?"

"I would have gone for a swim. We both have different ideas about relaxing."

"There's also my personal favorite, being a slob."

His knuckles were white as they held the steering wheel. She sat back in his seat and watched the scenery go by.

"Jessica doesn't know you're here?" she asked, filling the silence.

"We're not together anymore."

"You're not?"

"Jessica is lying. I'm not with her since before her little outburst a year ago in the gym."

"Wow, a whole year. You still hang out with her."

"She's part of the cheerleading squad, I don't have a choice. What about you, nerd, do you have any guy troubles?"

"Nope, I'm lucky that way." She messed with the flap on her bag, and as she did, she couldn't believe that she was sitting in Noah's car, on the way to his house.

This went against every single rule that she'd ever known.

"You're the first girl to think not having a guy is lucky. You're weird."

"Don't be mean."

"Come on, there's not some guy you want to make out with, get married and have loads of little babies?"

"Ew, gross, no, there is not." Who was this guy?

"Have you ever made out with a guy?"

"No!"

"That answers all of those questions."

"What questions?"

"If you've never made out with a guy then you've never done anything else. You're a virgin."

"Shut up!" she yelled

She couldn't believe this was even up for discussion. Actually, it wasn't. She wasn't going to get drawn into that conversation, not now, not ever.

He chuckled. "You're so funny."

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this."

"It wasn't that hard."

Blowing out a breath, Elsa decided to stare out of the window rather than talk to the insufferable guy beside her.

Just because the whole school thought he was a god, didn't mean that she had to think it.

He put on the radio and started nodding his head to some kind of heavy metal music, which only made her head hurt.

Thirty minutes later they were pulling up into his driveway, which was a large one, similar to hers. They lived three streets from each other, not far to walk.

She could have dropped her car off at home, and then walked.

Oh well, they were here now.

"Come on."

She followed him into his home, hiking her bag onto her shoulder.

"Both of your parents work?" she queried

"Yep. My dad is a plastic surgeon, and my mother is a model."

"You're playing ball?" she looked confused

"My dad is cool. He wants me to pursue my own dreams, and no, he's not the kind of guy that grabs a pen, and starts marking where he wants to cut."

"I'll keep that in mind." she nodded

"Let's go on up."

Elsa didn't exactly have a choice. She followed him up to his room, and even his space had equipment inside to work out. Didn't this guy know how to do anything else?

****

"You want me to do what?" Elsa asked.

Noah placed her bag in the corner and turned toward her.

"I want you take your shirt off so I can get some proper measurements."

He grabbed the scales, his notebook, and his tape measure designed for the body, and waited.

"You're crazy. I'm not doing that." she fired, feeling uncomfortable

"We need to start a record, or a diary," he said. This was the usual process for anyone about to lose weight.

"How about we go by just looks, or dress size? I tell you when something is loose?"

He shook his head. "That's not how this works."

"I don't care. I'm not getting on them, and I'm not letting you use some tape on me either."

She folded her arms, and Noah saw the vulnerability in her eyes.

"Look, this is going to be between us. I won't tell anyone at school. It'll be personal to us, to keep track."

Elsa nibbled her lip. "I'm not sure about this."

"You've got to start somewhere, and I'm not going to be able to use this as an example for college if I don't show the proper procedures."

"Writing it down?"

"Writing it down, keeping a record, and making sure it's all done properly."

She sighed. "You promise this won't go anywhere else?"

"It won't go anywhere."

"Do you promise?"

"Yes, I promise. Now, are you going to allow me to do this?"

She nodded. "Close your eyes."

"I've got to be able to see. Are you wearing a sports bra?"

"Yes."

"Then we're fine. Sports bras are as unflattering as they come."

"I hate this. I hate this. I hate this." She kept on repeating those words as she lifted up her shirt.

Her stomach was rounded, and her tits were squashed into a dark black sports bra.

Noah had seen a lot of action in his life, even though he was only eighteen.

There were a lot of girls who liked to fool around with him, not to mention women he'd picked up at random places.

He was a guy. He liked to have sex, and not one of those women had ever gotten him this interested.

His cock started to swell, and he gritted his teeth, getting focused on the now.

Thinking of his grandma, he stepped toward Elsa.

"Lift your arms out."

She did as he asked, and her cheeks were the color of a real ripe strawberry.

"Everything is okay," he said.

"Speak for yourself. You're not half naked."

He tutted. "Will this make you feel better?"

He tugged his own shirt off so that he was as naked as she was.

"Not really."

Noah chuckled. "I'm doing my best to make you feel comfortable."

"How can that happen when you've got that wicked thing in your hand? Also, I don't want to know what it says. Don't read it out, okay?"

"Fine. May I do this now, or do you have another list of instructions for me?"

She pursed her lips, tilting her head to the side. "Nope, we're good."

"Come on, stop being a big baby."

"I don't have to remove my pants, do I?"

"No." He wouldn't mind if she wanted to, and for most fitness instructors they might ask her to.

"Cool. I can handle that I guess."

Reaching around her, he pressed the tape against her skin, and she jumped. The backs of his fingers touched her as well. He noted how soft her skin was.

"What are you doing? You're touching me."

"Not intentional, baby. I've got to take your measurements."

"Don't call me baby."

"Why not?"

"I don't like it."

"No wonder you don't have a boyfriend. You don't like being touched, or being called baby. What exactly do you like?"

"Being left alone and not called baby."

"It's my nickname for you. You're being a big baby, and so that's what I'll call you ... baby."

She sighed, and he waited. "May I finish now that I've started?"

"I'm waiting."

"Pain in the fvcking arse." he cursed jokingly

"Shut it, jock." she retorted

"Nerd."

"Dumb arse."

"Spoilt brat."

"Shut up," she yelled

"I won."

"Ugh! Just do it already."

"Wow, baby, you really like to get down and dirty, don't you?"

She shot him a glare, but he silenced her with his words. "You're no fun, and I can say you're going to struggle through the whole of this."

"Fine, fine, fine. Do it."

He took the measurements for her waist and hips, making a note of them. Next he moved up to below her breasts, and she tensed.

"Be careful."

"I'm not fondling your tits," he said.

"You're crude."

"Hey, you're the one that went off halfcocked on losing weight. I'm helping you out here."

"So, I'm helping you as well."

"You're being a huge pain in my arse." He stared into her pretty brown eyes.

"I'm being nice here. Stop being a bitvh. I've heard you're supposed to actually be nice. We're both out of our comfort zone here, but you don't see me being a jerk. The least you can do is give me some damn credit!"

She took a step back, but he stopped her as he still held the tape around her.

"You're right. I'm being a bitvh, and I really shouldn't be. I'm so sorry."

"Now, can we get back to work?"

"One question first."

"What is it?" he asked, getting tired of all of her questions.

Maybe he should have stayed working out at the gym where Jessica made a scene. Right now, he was starting to think he'd have been left alone for a hell of a lot longer.

"Why are you not making a big deal about this? I'm fat, and I've been bullied at school, by your very friends."

He sighed, and couldn't resist the urge to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, so he did it.

"My friends are arseholes at times, I get it. I've been an arsehole, and I'm sorry if I've ever hurt you, okay. All I can say is that you have my word that this will never get out."

She nodded, and proceeded to let him get the size around her breasts, and underneath them.

He did her thighs, and then around her arse.

After he was done with the measurements, he asked her to get on the scales, and he made a note of that as well.

"What are you going to call me for your paper or whatever it is they call is?"

"You're going to be exhibit A."

"Oh, I'm an A. That's good. I do well in school even though I'm not showing it right now."

Noah chuckled and handed her back her shirt.

When she pulled it back over her head, he was shocked by the fact he was gutted to see her cover up.

"So, we're onto the diet stage."

"Diet?"

"Yep, are you hoping to lose weight with a change of diet and exercise or just with exercise?"

"I don't know. If I change my eating habits my mom is going to know, and this is kind of a surprise for her."

Noah sighed. "Elsa, losing weight, it has to be about what you want, not what other people want."

"I get that. I do. I just want, I want my mom to be happy, and if she's happy, then I am."

"This isn't the right way to lose weight."

"Please, Noah. This is what makes me happy, making her happy."

He stared at her, seeing how much it really did mean to her.

This was going against all of his rules. Personally, if Elsa was happy with the way she was, then he didn't see a reason to change her.

Even now, some would say she needed to lose a couple of pounds, but from what he saw, she was fvcking hot.

If only she wore the right clothes for her shape, she'd have half of the guys panting for her.

She was a size sixteen, which wasn't all that big. Sure, compared to a size zero it was big, but she was cute, hot even.

Staring at her, Noah imagined her in one of those old vintage fifties styles dresses that Jessica had tried to wear a year ago.

Elsa would pull it off, whereas Jessica just looked gaunt.

Great, now he was starting to think like a pussy by imagining her in different clothes.

"Okay, so how about you make a diary of everything you eat. I'll assess, and then we can see where you can make changes without your mother knowing."

"Sure, I can do that. It's pretty easy."

"Good, great."

"When would you like to get started?" she asked.

"I work out at Bruce's gym four times a week. Do you think you could start making trips there after school?"

"Yeah, I can make some studying excuse to my parents. It shouldn't be too hard."

"Great. Monday, we'll make a start, and next Saturday, I want to see your diary of what you've eaten."

"Will do, boss."

Later that night, Noah was chatting with his friends on social media.

It was late, and he'd not seen them all day as he'd been catching up on his own workout, and then school work.

His parents still weren't back, but that wasn't anything strange. There were many times when he was home alone.

Searching for Elsa's name, he found her easily enough, with a few friends as well.

Over her page, he saw a couple of pictures of her with Kimberley.

The pair was inseparable at school. They were always having lunch together, sharing class.

He was about to send her a friend request, and decided against it.

No one needed to get suspicious, and he'd given her a promise, which he intended to keep.

Tbc!