Chapter 2: Dudley Starts Training

Dudley arrived at five minutes to six. Mike being away on honeymoon, there was a relief manager looking after the shop. Peter had stood in for him last Saturday with Lewis being at the wedding. As Lewis hadn’t met him yet, he decided to keep things simple and not tell him, hence the late start.

They sat at the table and had their coffee. ‘I know you’re dying to tell me about Wednesday,’ Lewis said, ‘But as soon as we’ve had our coffee, we’ll get all the exercises out of the way, then you can relax and tell me everything.’

As soon as they finished, Dudley stripped to his underpants and did his press ups. He kept going steadily through thirty then slowed down to do another ten. Three were very slow and the last two a struggle. ‘Forty-five, that’s great,’ Lewis said. ‘You’ve gone up another four. Don’t expect to add a lot each week now,’ he said, ‘But every single one you add is brilliant.’

‘Scales next.’ Lewis said. Dudley took his underpants off and stood on the scales. Reading off the gauge, Lewis said, ‘Thirteen stone three pounds. A smaller drop this week but it’s still excellent as you are going down steadily.’

‘Sit ups now,’ Lewis said. Dudley lay on the floor and Lewis sat astride his ankles. Putting his hands behind his head, Dudley swung into action. He did thirty-eight before Lewis could spot any change in rhythm. Then the next six were slightly slower, two with a struggle and two more with supreme effort. ‘Well done, Dudley,’ Lewis said beaming at him, ‘That’s forty-eight, fantastic.’

‘Come and have a rest now,’ Lewis told him, ‘And tell me about this week’s finances.’ Once settled on the settee with his head on Lewis’s lap, Dudley told him he had had his usual pocket money on Saturday. ‘Also, on Thursday evening we had visitors,’ he said. ‘A distant cousin of my dad’s arrived unexpectedly. We hadn’t seen them for three years as they had been living abroad. Anyway, mum told them about me losing weight and how much I’d lost already. They thought it was wonderful and when they left, they gave me a fifty-pound note.’

‘So, what did you do with it all?’ Lewis asked. ‘I put the fifty in the bank.’ Dudley said. ‘Then my pocket money with what I had in my pocket gave me seventeen pounds twenty. I bought a book I had wanted for ages which cost me twelve pounds, so I now have five pounds twenty left in cash.’

‘That’s excellent,’ Lewis said, ‘Who would have thought you would ever have over a hundred pounds in the bank. So that’s your fourth point of the day.’

‘Now, the last exercise, feet ups.’ Dudley lay back on the floor with a dining chair just beyond his feet. Putting his hands behind his head he lifted his feet up together until he saw his toes go past the seat of the chair. He did thirty at a steady rhythm, ten slightly slower, two much slower and two with a struggle.

‘Forty-four Dudley, excellent again,’ Lewis said. ‘So that’s five points. I think you deserve another bonus point too, so you now have thirty-nine points and two bonus points. You’re getting a reward tonight and you’re also getting closer to your fifty-point special reward.’

Dudley looked happy at the thought of both of them. ‘Now, before I ask you about your special exercises and dreams,’ Lewis said, ‘Tell me all about Wednesday night.’ What Dudley didn’t know was that Michael had had a word with Lewis at school during the week.

Michael wanted to be sure that he wasn’t interfering in Lewis’s plans. Also, he had told him what he had suggested to Dudley, saying he was concerned that he might have pushed Dudley into it, which he didn’t want to do. ‘If he tells you he wants to go ahead, please feel free to try and dissuade him.’ he said.

Lewis assured him he would, and they parted with Lewis thinking how good Michael was to show such concern.

A big beam lit up Dudley’s face as he started his tale. ‘It was great,’ he said, ‘Michael’s uncle gave his ok to me going with him. Michael called for me, then we went over to his uncles. The pool is in a sort of greenhouse type building. We got changed together and I saw Michaels soft cock for the first time. It was bigger than mine but not a lot.’

‘I did some more diving under Michael’s instruction first, then I swam a couple of lengths whilst Michael swam under water to check my movements. Then he told me a couple of things I need to improve on.’ After that we had a couple of races. One was just diving in and doing one length. I was only three seconds behind him this time.’

‘Then we did a two length one. I was way behind this time. Michael got me to swim a few feet towards the wall, then do a turn. He could see right away where I was losing time, so he taught me how to do a quick turn properly.’

‘Then we got out and got changed. There was a little changing area. We took our shorts off right away to get dried. Sure enough, Michael had grown but though bigger it was still soft. He took hold of it and waved it. ‘Wouldn’t it be great if it was this size when it was small.’ he said.’

‘I laughed, I always thought it was, I told him. When he looked puzzled, I told him how I’d noticed his bulge at the swimming competition and felt so jealous assuming he must be enormous.’ ‘How did he react?’ Lewis asked. ‘He just laughed and said, ‘Well there you are, it just proves things aren’t always what they seem.’

‘He studied my cock for a moment and said, next time when I’m soft before I get wet, we’ll compare them. I’m sure were not far off being the same size.’ ‘That would be interesting,’ I told him. We got dressed and went into the kitchen. Michael made us both a coffee and we sat at the table chatting.’

‘Then he told me the idea he had had about my embarrassment at swimming in public. ‘I reckon,’ he said, ‘That you feel like that because you know people are looking at you for the first time and comparing you with other people who are slimmer. Now,’ he said, ‘You can’t get over the fact that you are overweight, but lots of other people are. Just suppose,’ he said, ‘That every spectator had already seen you in your swimming shorts as you are now, but you were taking part in a competition several months further on when you had lost lots more weight.’

‘Everyone would be looking at you for sure. But not because you were overweight, but to compare how fat you looked then to how good you looked now.’ ‘I couldn’t understand how that could work or how it would happen.’ Dudley said. ‘You know that the charity the school supports is Cancer Research,’ Michael said. ‘Well, my little cousin died of cancer a year ago, she was only six years old. So, I had this idea. Suppose we got the entire school to sponsor you with a ten pence donation for every pound you lose. Everyone would look at you as a hero and no one would dare tease you over your weight.’

‘I still don’t see how that would work,’ I told him. ‘Easy,’ he said, ‘We take a photo of you in your swimsuit. Circulate loads of copies and donation forms to the entire school. Everyone can choose to sponsor you by paying their sponsorship money at the end, or they can pay the lot right away which would make you feel even more that you have to succeed. Because you’ve been brave enough to share your picture, everyone will know it doesn’t bother you so no one will see any point in teasing you.’

‘It’s a great pity we didn’t do it when you started,’ he said, ‘But it’s too late to get a photo back then. Anyway, think about it and have a chat with Lewis about it. If you are willing, I’ll go and see the headmaster and get approval to circulate the whole school. As he finished speaking, we got up to go.’

‘As we headed for the door, I suddenly realised he had tears running down his face. I stopped and asked, ‘What’s up?’ ‘Sorry,’ he said, ‘It’s talking about Ruby, my little cousin, it still upsets me, we were very close.’ I took him in my arms and hugged him. I felt him just relax in my arms and we stayed there for several minutes. Then he stood up saying, ‘Thank you, that was kind of you.’ He went back and washed his face then we walked home.