It depends on who you are

Lauren shudders in absolute humiliation as the statuesque trainer examines her short, chonky form.

Without saying a word, the amazon starts to run her hands all over the shorter woman's soft, weak, embarrassing body.

She starts at Lauren's feet, working her way up the woman's stubby little legs to her impressive hips and meaty, heart-shaped ass.

Janice moves around Lauren to get a better look at her booty, hefting the complex-riddled woman's ass cheeks and watching them jiggle, as if she were examining fruit in the grocery store.

"H-hey!" Lauren tries to protest, but her anger soon turns to laughter as Janice's hands wander to her soft, paunchy tummy.

Lauren's always been ticklish, and this conundrum is only making things more intense. Soon she's laughing so hard tears are running down her cheeks and ruining her perfect makeup and exposing every (perceived) imperfection there as well.

Next, the trainer's busy hands wander up to Lauren's her flat chest, stopping there for just a moment to tweak the girl's eager nipples, and causing our thoroughly-humiliated heroine to moan in pleasure.

Finally, Janice moves back around to face Lauren. The amazon is a foot taller than her, now that she's lost her lifts, so the blonde goddess cups Lauren's face in her hands and forces her to look up at her.

"You've been a very naughty girl, haven't you?" Janice says in a playful voice.

It's giving Little Lauren flashbacks to being scolded by her mother. She was always a domineering presence in Lauren's life, and soon the poor girl finds herself feeling just as weak and helpless as when mommy used to scold her.

"...y-yes..." Lauren squeaks as Janice forces her to maintain eye contact.

The normally bossy beauty is utterly wilting under Janice's gaze and growing more submissive by the second. In fact, it's taking all of her rapidly evaporating will power not to just start crying now.

"I-I'm sowwy..." Lauren mumbles as her face burns hotter and redder.

"Our work is certainly cut out for us, isn't it?" Janice chides her, as a smile spreads across her lips.

"..uh-huh..." Lauren mewls like a frightened little kitten.

"We had better get started then, shouldn't we?" Janice says in a firm, commanding tone that Lauren immediately knows isn't a question.

"...y-yeah..." the petite pansy answers.

"Good," Janice says with a happy voice as she lets go of Lauren. "Let's see what you can do and go from there then."

"Huh? W-what?" Lauren blinks, as if the spell over her as been suddenly broken.

"Now that I know the real you," Janice says as she playfully pats Lauren's belly. "We can tailor a real program for you."

"Oh," Lauren says. She still feels really weird about all of this. "Ok. Sure. I guess."

She bends down to pick up her discarded clothing when Janice stops her.

"No," she firmly commands. "Leave those there. I want you to work out as you are, so we can better measure your progress."

"You mean..." Lauren gulps as her heart pounds away. She leans in close. "...naked?" She whispers.

Janice just smiles and nods.