Kitten is excited for his first session with his personal trainer, Me! The only problem is, he mistakenly registered for the regular package. I tell him that he is actually only eligible for the Loser Package, which is $500 per session. Quite a bit steeper, but that covers the extra work I have to put into making a respectable man out of a short, wimpy, beta loser. He is taken aback by this news as he can't afford that. He insists that he can do the regular course, so I pretend to let him try it out.

The first thing a regular guy would do is some push ups. So I tell Kitten to drop ...

Kitten is excited for his first session with his personal trainer, Me! The only problem is, he mistakenly registered for the regular package. I tell him that he is actually only eligible for the Loser Package, which is $500 per session. Quite a bit steeper, but that covers the extra work I have to put into making a respectable man out of a short, wimpy, beta loser. He is taken aback by this news as he can't afford that. He insists that he can do the regular course, so I pretend to let him try it out.

The first thing a regular guy would do is some push ups. So I tell Kitten to drop down and give me 50. Then I stamp my foot onto his back and press down my weight. It is impossible for him to lift his body now. I berate him by saying that normal guys can easily do this 50 times, and he can't even do it once. Then, I straddle his neck and sit on his shoulders, and ask him to pick me up. Again, he can't do it even once. Pathetic, I'm not even that heavy!

Looks like he was cut out for the Loser Package after all, so I get started with a few exercises. First, I make him do sit ups while squatting over his face and ripping nasty farts. He is so surprised by the farts and begs me not to do it. It's part of the course though, teaching losers to sniff Goddess gas. Next, I push my ass back and forth into his face using an exercise ball, again ripping more farts making Kitten cry and feel woozy. Then, I lie down and squeeze his head between my thick thighs and do leg lifts while farting huge loud rips. I tell him that especially hot guys get huge discounts, sometimes even free. He gets even more jealous, but he is helpless and trapped.

After the workout, he is made to lick off all my sweat. Armpits, under boob, and asshole are licked clean with a few more farts. At the end, I decide to double my rate and charge Kitten $1000 instead of $500 for being an especially pathetic loser. I empty the rent money from his wallet and take his debit card, burp in his face, then leave him in tears.