Training my gf from couch potato to slutty IG model [MF]

My girlfriend at the time, Jessica, would always fawn over her sorority sisters instagram pics. It had been about 2 years since Jessica graduated from undergrad and she was starting to put on weight. Jessica wasn’t fat, but she could stand to lose 10 lbs. She had tried everything on her own, but never had the motivation to stay consistent. She had tried purchasing sessions with a coach to doing group fitness classes to home-video classes, nothing worked.

The final straw was seeing her pics from her friend’s beach trip that she wasn’t invited to. She was upset to say the least, but decided it was time for a permanent change. She came to me. She wanted it bad.

I knew we had to try a different approach entirely. That’s when the naughty gears started turning to lead me to this hypothesis.

– She had to gain pleasure during the workout.
– She had to have a nice reward at the end when she performed well.
– She could only gain that reward from working out.

What was the first thing we did? We bought a remote vibrator and new form fitting gym clothes for her.

The little bird who pecked off more than she could chew [Group][MMMF]

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There she was, jet black raven colored hair, green-eyed, petite, tight ass, 5’2″, B-cup, dressed in a form fitting professional black waitress dress, tights, and black heels. She had the appearance of making even the most conservative of wear, not-safe-for-work.

“May I take your order?” she said, as her gaze shifted curiously to all three of us.

“Let me guess. Whiskey, whiskey, and whiskey?”, She quickly quipped with a grin after staring at us in [our suit and tie combos](https://www.reddit.com/user/TrifectaDoms/comments/9vp8yp/three_doms_at_an_investor_conference_pics/).

“We’ll take three tequila sunrises on the rocks”, Cal flashed back with a smirk.

“Ugh, shouldn’t you all be at the investor conference after-party?”

“None of us can stand another moment of looking at ourselves in the mirror”, I interjected.

She cutely giggled, turned around crisply, and swayed her fully shaped ass to the bar.

We recapped the investor conference, talked about our favored startups, and slowly turned our conversations to our personal hobbies. Drinks were flowing, tables and booths were emptying, and our conversation slowly turned to the subs we were training.