All Chapters of THE TRAINER WHO CLAIMED MY PLUS-SIZE BODY : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I scrolled through the comments on my latest Instagram post, forcing that big smile I always wore for the camera. “Bella, you’re a goddess! Those curves are everything!” one girl wrote. Another dropped heart emojis and said, “You make me want to rock my body too. Thank you queen.” The likes poured in, notifications buzzing nonstop. To them, I was Isabella Torres, the plus-size fashion influencer living her best life. Bold outfits, confident poses, body positivity speeches. If only they knew the truth.I tossed my phone onto the kitchen counter and tugged at my loose black top. It hid the soft rolls around my middle, but I still felt every inch of them. The house was quiet except for the hum of the fridge. Another lonely afternoon. Marriage was supposed to be different. Better. Not this.The front door slammed hard enough to make me jump.“Bella!” Ryan called out, his voice already edged with irritation.“In the kitchen,” I answered, stirring the pot of soup I had going. Nothing heavy.

The second session came faster than I expected. Marcus texted the night before to confirm, and I found myself checking the clock every ten minutes that morning. Ryan had already left for work, which made things feel a little lighter. No eyes judging every move.Marcus showed up right on time, wearing a fitted gray shirt that showed off his arms. He smiled briefly as I let him in. “Ready to push a bit harder today, Bella?”I nodded, already feeling nervous in my workout clothes. “I think so.”We moved the furniture again and started with a longer warm-up. Jumping jacks, then high knees. My body protested, but his voice kept me going. “That’s it. Nice and controlled. You’re getting the rhythm.”Things got tougher after that. He had me doing squats again, but this time with a resistance band around my thighs. “Step out against the band,” he said. “Feel it in your glutes.”I lowered down, thighs burning right away. Marcus stepped close behind me. His hands settled on my hips, steady and f

Marcus pushed forward, and I felt the thick head of his cock slide into me. Slow at first, stretching me open. I gasped, gripping the edge of the workout bench tighter. God, he was big. Bigger than Ryan had ever felt, even in the early days. “Fuck, Bella,” he groaned behind me, voice rough and low. “You’re so wet. So tight around me.” He sank deeper in one smooth thrust, filling me completely. My mouth fell open. A loud moan escaped before I could stop it. Sweat dripped from my forehead onto the bench. My heavy breasts swayed under me as he started moving, hips slapping against my ass with every stroke. “You feel that?” he said, one hand gripping my hip hard while the other tangled in my damp hair. He pulled my head back slightly. “This pussy is gripping me like it’s been waiting for a real man.” I couldn’t answer with words. Just shaky breaths and whimpers as he fucked me harder. The sound of skin on skin filled the living room. Rough. Wet. My juices coated him, making every thr

I stayed frozen on the couch long after Ryan went upstairs. My whole body still trembled. Marcus waited a few more minutes before he quietly slipped out from behind the couch. His eyes locked on mine. “That was way too close,” he whispered. “Get out,” I said, voice shaking. “Back door. Hurry.” I waited until I heard the soft click before I could move again. My leggings were ruined. I rushed upstairs for a shower. The hot water helped, but my mind wouldn’t stop spinning. I scrubbed between my legs until my skin felt raw, watching the evidence of what we’d done disappear down the drain. Guilt sat heavy in my chest. When I came downstairs, Ryan had ordered Thai food and even set the table. He looked up and smiled, a rare sight these days. “You really pushed yourself today,” he said as we sat. “You look different. Sweaty. Flushed. I like it.” I forced myself to eat a few bites of salad. “Marcus works me hard.” Ryan reached over and took my hand. “Good. Maybe this trainer money I s

The morning light came through the curtains too early. Ryan had already left for work by the time I opened my eyes. No goodbye kiss, no note on the counter. Just the quiet house and the faint smell of his coffee. I lay there for a minute, staring at the ceiling, thinking about last night. Jake’s mouth on me. Ryan’s angry questions. Marcus’s text. Everything felt heavy, but I pushed it down. I got up, washed my face, brushed my teeth, and put on a simple tank top and leggings. My hair was messy, but that was fine for a live stream online. I grabbed my phone, set it up on the tripod in the living room, and hit the button to go live. “Good morning, beautiful people,” I said, smiling big at the camera. “It’s your girl Bella here, coming to you with no makeup and real talk. Today I want to remind every single one of you, especially my thick queens out there, that your body is not a problem to be fixed. It’s a home to be loved.” The comments started flooding in fast. Hearts, fire emoj