Chubby Asian Lesson

It was a shitty day at the gym. The place was packed with New Years resolution losers, who wouldn't even last a whole month. Not only that, but they also hogged all the stations, leaving huge puddles of stinking sweat that no towel could ever completely clean up. After a while, you gave up on doing weights at all, instead deciding to do a little cardio, and come back later this week during a less busy time, maybe take a few hours from work during the day to skip this obscene traffic. You were a regular gym goer, but you didn't want to slack off, lest you return to your old unhealthy habits. Routine was key to maintaining motivation, and persevering through the hard workouts you imposed on yourself to stay in shape. Maybe that's why you were so hard on overweight people that failed at losing their extra pounds, because you had actually done it, and so you knew it was possible, and those lazy asses that visited the gym less often than their favourite fast food joint just weren't trying hard enough.

So when you reached the row of treadmills, and saw that they were all occupied, some by people actually running, but most by fat women doing barely what could be called a brisk walking pace, you snapped. You singled out the two fattest women there, two black ladies walking so slowly that they weren't even breaking a sweat, chatting casually like they were on a chill morning stroll, and not even trying to exercise properly, and headed towards them, confrontation in your eyes, your face twisted in anger.

"Hey you, fat ass, get off the treadmill, I'll show you how a man really uses this thing!"

This remark got you more than a few insulted looks from the women around you, but you were way pass the point of caring now. You just kept staring at them, while they had both shut up, staring back at you incredulously.

"Seriously? You are going to talk to us ladies like that? We are using the treadmill, you can have it when we're done, thank you."

"Ladies? All I see is two black bitches that are walking slower than my Grandma. Now get the fuck out, it's not like you are ever going to lose all that weight, you are just going to stop coming here after a week and start eating like a pig at KFC again, so why don't you just give up now and leave me the treadmill so I can finish my workout and get the fuck home."

The two women's face when from surprised to angry, then furious as you spoke. You were provoking a reaction. Good. Maybe now they would listen to you and let you do your run in peace. Instead of the outburst you were expecting, the two women calmly stopped the machines and stepped off, signalling for you to get on. You smirked. At least these two bitches knew their place. You got on one of the treadmills, happy that at least one thing went right today. Other people around you were shaking their heads disapprovingly, but none of them actually intervened, not wanting to get involved. You turned back to the two women.

"Now that wasn't too hard, was it?"

Their faces were still angry, but a cold anger, with a little smugness hidden beneath. That seemed odd, but you didn't care much, all that mattered was that you had want you wanted. One of them replied in a low voice.

"No it wasn't, but you might find running is about to get much harder than it used to. Good luck my dear, you'll need it."

How weird. Well, minorities were always kind of peculiar. You shrugged and turned back to the machine, inputting your settings and selecting a workout, not noticing the eyes of the women flashing an eerie purple colour, the treadmill shimmering slightly under their gaze. They then turned and went away, leaving you to your run.

The warm up is what it is, just a fast pace walk followed by a slight jog to get your muscles ready and start progressively. But oddly, even that seemed harder today, and you were already breathing hard by the time you had arrived to your cruising speed. Checking the settings, you were sure you entered the same metrics that you usually did. Most likely just a bad day. You lowered the speed a little, looking sideways just to make sure no one noticed. With your earlier outburst it would be quite embarrassing if everyone else noticed you weren't able to keep up.

After a few minutes of jogging at a slower pace than usual, you were in all out sweat. Something was definitely off. But you couldn't stop, not with what happened just minutes ago. And so you pushed yourself, determined to do your full 30 minutes, whatever it took. That's when the jiggling started. Slowly but surely, you started to feel your butt rise up and fall back down with every stride, seemingly growing with each step. Playing it off as part of why you were feeling off, you tried to ignore it. But when your chest started doing the same, that was too much. Something was wrong, very wrong. Tucking a long strand of brown hair behind your ear (wait, long hair!?), you stopped the machine, damned be your inflated ego and what other people thought.

Rushing to the lockers, you go straight for the washrooms, and the mirrors. Looking at yourself, you let out a high pitched cry of horror. Staring back at you in the looking glass is a woman. But not any woman. A very pudgy Japanese girl. Thick arms, and even thicker thighs, a round face with slanted eyes, long brown hair in a pony tail, breasts and a huge ass that caused your once baggy shorts to tent under the pressure. Feeling down in front, you also confirmed your worst fear. Your dick was gone, replaced by its female equivalent. As you tried to figure out what happened, two familiar faces appeared behind you in the mirror.

"This should teach you a proper lesson." The first black woman said, anger gone, now smiling in an evil way.

"Yes, now you will get to see life from the other side. As a woman, as a minority, and as a person struggling with their weight." The second woman continued. "And don't bother trying to lose those extra pounds, this little curse you are under prevents that from happening. You are going to have to experience fully the life of an obese Asian woman."

You were outraged. Turning back to them, you tried to exclaim in a menacing voice, but your new squeaky tone and broken English only made you sound cute.

"Why you do this to Aiko!" You then slammed your hands on your mouth in horror. Not only did you sound like you barely knew any English, you also referenced yourself with a Japanese name! The two women were now laughing.

"Yes! You will find that you now have a hard time speaking English, and can only talk about yourself as Aiko Yamata, a young Japanese woman who has immigratd to America. Reality has also been rewritten so your old self has never existed, so no use seeking help from anyone you knew in your previous life, not that you can remember any of them, for that matter. You are now stuck as Aiko, now and forever, as a punishment for your sexist and racist behaviour. You were an awful person before, let us hope you learn your lesson and try and be a better one as Aiko, or you might find that there are worst things to be than a chubby woman."

With that they both turned around and left, leaving you to your fate, and to your new life.