Hi! I really want to get in shape for the new year: lose fat, build some muscle, and just feel better about myself. But I'm really nervous to go to the gym. I've tried finding a personal trainer - no luck. Think you can find someone to help me become my best self?
Getting into shape was never easy, and you often found yourself struggling to feel comfortable or confident in your appearance. You felt like you had tried everything: trying out different diets online, working with personal trainers, and going to the gym to stay in shape. However, your previous experiences with judgmental trainers and cocky, obnoxious gym bros making fun of you turned you off from going on a more consistent basis. It was a constant struggle to feel like you could be the best person you could possibly be, without dealing with your own nerves and the looks you swore people gave you whenever you were at the gym.
Still, you kept on fantasizing about what life would be like if you were one of those many hot fitness influencers you saw on social media. They always seemed like they were living their best lives, posting thirst traps and muscle worship videos for millions of people to ogle over their beefy, sexy bodies. With plenty of people funneling money into those influencers, they were living the absolute dream. Every new post was some exclusive video about a new trip they were on, some sponsored post from a clothing company, or teasing their fans about some more exclusive one-on-one video chats if they paid an exorbitant amount of money.
But entering the new year, you had a goal in mind. It wasn't so much a resolution as just your own determination to really feel like you had reached your best self. You wanted to do whatever it would take, although you weren't sure how you were going to get past all the uncomfortable stares and feelings you had. Still, nothing was going to stop you from becoming your best self, and you conveyed just as much to one of your close friends.
Hopping on a call with him one night, you were busy catching up with each other about how the holidays were and how you spent the New Year celebrations. It was supposed to be a passing comment, something to answer that surface-level question about what your New Year's resolutions were. But you couldn't help but notice the small glimmer in your friend's eye as he gestured excitedly towards his screen during the video call.
"How about that trend people are doing now? You know, the one using AI to add muscle to their bodies and stuff? You could at least see what you looked like, as some sort of fantasy version of yourself. I heard it's great motivation to get you pumped about yourself, like a goal version that you can try and hit!"
You didn't have a particular interest in messing with AI. Still, you had seen a couple of images of people packing on muscles onto their more normal and unimpressive frames. But you also weren't someone who wanted to buy a premium version of any of them. As you were aware, most of those engines had a filter to prevent users from altering too many photos or doing anything explicit.
"Oh, no worries, dude! My brother got me a premium account for Christmas. It's with this off-brand version or something like that. I think it's called Chroniv-AIc? I think it's pretty specific to prompts with people, though; I can't seem to use it like the other engines do for simpler stuff. But apparently, he said I can alter as many photos as I want with the premium account. And it doesn't have all that stupid sexual filter on it, if you wanted to get really freaky with it," your friend teased, winking his eye at you as he shared his screen for you to look at.
The application itself didn't seem any different from other AI tools, with a simple text box to enter prompts and upload images. There wasn't anything impressive about this, and for a moment, you wondered if this was even worth doing. But at your friend's insistence, you snapped a quick photo of yourself and sent it over for him to mess around with.
After a few moments, your friend began tapping away at his keyboard, and you watched as he uploaded your photo to change it. "Alright, what do we want to do first? You said you wanted to lose weight and gain some muscle, right? How about… we make you lose all your fat weight, and replace it with hard-earned muscle instead? Let's say you've been working out your whole life, with a big focus on just building up muscle. And let's have it make you shirtless too, so we can see what we're working with," your friend said eagerly as he hit enter.
As the AI began to generate a new image of yourself, you began to feel a strange, tingling sensation in yourself. It was slow and subtle, just a warmth that was spreading from your chest. A soft grunt slipped from your lips as you watched the changed image load in bit by bit. The image on the screen was the ideal body type that you had been wanting all this time. In the image, you saw the firm muscles jutting from your body, and all the fat seemed to have melted away. Instead of the image you had of yourself, the generated result was something far more reminiscent of those cocky fitness influencers you spent so much time scrolling through. You wanted to admire the enticing image a little longer. Still, your thoughts were distracted by the soft yet audible ripping of some clothes.
There was a tightness that surrounded your body, making your brows knit together in confusion. You had just bought this shirt specifically because of how loose and comfy it felt, so why did the sleeves and neckline cling so tightly to your skin? Glancing away from the video call, you glanced down at yourself to only be greeted by a swelling body beneath the fabric. A soft gasp slipped out of your lips as you watched two heaving mounds rise up under your shirt, like two loaves of bread rising up in the oven. A pulsing heat ran up and down your body once more, causing you to shudder in surprise. What was going on?
Your quiet exploration of yourself was interrupted by the sound of your friend tapping away on his keyboard on the other end of the call, clearly focused on the new toy he got for the holidays instead of whatever was happening to you. "Hey, that's not too bad! Looking pretty good there, man. Like you spent your whole life working out at the gym instead of reading books and being a shut-in," he teased as he began typing that out. It was strange; there was a part of you that wanted to question why he was even typing out those specifics. The AI didn't need to know random things like that if it was just generating an image. But your friend seemed far too engrossed in typing out whatever he pleased now.
"What if I made you like, one of those cocky, jock influencers? You know, the ones that get all those clothing sponsorships and stuff? I bet this could generate an image of your fit body in some tight athletic wear. Showing it off like a model or some thirst trapper on social media," your friend continued as he hit enter on his request.
A flood of new memories began to pour into your head as you fell forward onto your keyboard with a low grunt. Whatever was causing your body to swell up was indeed accelerating at this point, and you watched as your arms hardened with thick cords of muscle. It was clear that even without flexing, your biceps were forming prominent, mountainous peaks that stretched and strained the sleeves of your shirt. However, as your clothes began to rip and tear along with your morphing body, you watched in amazement as the fabric reshaped and reformulated into something skin-tight. The texture was more like a polyester-spandex blend, stretchy and accommodating to your bulging muscles.
Your previous hobbies began to slip away, and you could only recall memories of you heading to the gym and pumping iron as if your life depended on it. The repeated mantra in your brain was "No pain, no gain," and you found that you loved nothing more than the feeling of extra sore muscles from a long and hard pump. That and the strained flexes you did in the mirror to track your own progress. Your formerly meek and unconfident self was melting away into something more cocky and sure in yourself. After all, when you put in this much hard work to build up your body like this, who wouldn't want to look like you? You brought up one of your meaty hands to grope at your big muscle pec, squeezing it through the skin-tight outfit. Just the tentative squeeze drew out a low groan from you, and you found your puffy nipples enjoying the extra sensitivity as they rubbed against the fabric.
"H-Hahh… Hngh…” You muttered into the microphone as you raised your head up carefully. There was a part of you that felt like something was off, and that you were supposed to say something to your friend to stop him from doing any more strange prompts. But the other man hardly seemed bothered to glance up at the camera. Instead, he was preoccupied with drooling over the AI-generated image of you that looked oddly more and more like the person you were seeing in your own reflection. When you looked at the camera, you found yourself staring back at a rather handsome, chiseled visage. The man looked like you, if you spent most of your days out in the sun tanning instead. That, and if you could grow out a healthy smattering of facial hair. You brought one hand up to rub at the dark stubble, enjoying the prickly feeling as you flashed a pearly-white smile at yourself. Of course, your fans always seemed to love the photos that you posted of yourself online whenever you let them get a taste of your hairy chest.
The inkling of fans made you stutter for a moment, and there was a flicker of uncertainty over the model-like face. But it was quickly shut off by the audible click of the other man tapping the enter button on his end of the keyboard. Staring at the typed input, your mouth dropped as you watched your friend type in a prompt about visualizing you with an extra fat butt that you loved showing off, making sure that people saw just how much work you put into developing your thick quads and glutes. The whole process was turning into something that was far beyond what you had signed up for, as this wasn't even part of the original request. But your attempts to protest were supplemented by the trailing warmth shifting down towards the lower half of your body. Your eyes moved down to see your legs beginning to pump up with extra pounds of muscle being packed on your shredded frame. "W-What the fuuuuuuck!?"
"I know, right? This engine can really do everything. I can't believe it'll even take requests like this!" The skimpy man on the other end of the call chattered away as he marveled at the generated image. The man on the screen certainly had a nice, plump bottom, dressing himself in very minimal clothes as he showed off some nice underwear. You forgot that the other man had added some context about being shirtless or whatever. Your brain was too busy catching up on the fact that you had raised up a couple of extra inches in your chair. Without even glancing behind yourself, you could immediately tell that the extra height was from the additional padding that came with your jiggling butt. Thoughts of men and women always complimenting your plump cheeks at the gym began to wriggle into your mind, becoming core memories, as you would always make jokes and smack your gym bros' bare bottoms in the showers. But no one could really compare to the fat rump that you had. Even the AI-generated image was lacking in that regard.
A slight smirk began to find its way onto your lips as your free hand slid down to feel up the veiny muscles of your quads and calves. Unlike other guys, you loved leg day in the gym. For one thing, you were powerful in that area. Still, then again, with a muscled body like yours, you excelled at everything physical. Still, you couldn't get enough of those jealous and envious stares from other dudes as you walked around, as you knew in the back of your mind that none of them could ever become as powerful as you. It was fun to entertain them, though, and fill their little heads with fantasies that they too could reach your level if they put in the effort and "hard work," like this little twerp that you hopped on the call with. You figured he was only here to catch a glimpse of your famed ass, even when the whole point was supposed to be some one-on-one coaching.
"A body like that, though… I mean, it's a shame that the AI-you isn't a pornstar or something," the nerd on the other side muttered to himself as he tapped away at his keyboard. You could barely make out what he was saying to himself now, only rolling your eyes as you heard something about "incredible stamina" and a "horse-sized cock." The whole point of this wasn't to draw up some weird fantasies or anything. You had only sent some photos of yourself to show him the before-and-after progress and get him on board. But the idea of him doing something weird and sexual to your god-body was rubbing you the wrong way. Clearing your throat, you cast a stony gaze at the camera in an attempt to grab the other man's attention.
"Yo, dude. I ain't about that sorta stuff. The whole point of this was to show you what progress looks liiii—"
Moans began to stumble out from your lips as you felt the pouch of your underwear become increasingly tight around your hefty package. What was something more average and normal began to swell and lengthen until it was truly an envy. Even without dropping your sweaty gym shorts, you could see the visible outline of your semi-hard cock pressed up against the fabric. Thoughts of tucking it away and finding ways to hide it so you weren't creating obscene scenes for people made their way to the forefront of your mind. People had complained about it before, but you never really gave it much thought.
Your balls swelled and pumped out an excess of testosterone, turning the hanging orbs into juicy hormone-pumping ball factories. Reaching down to pull down your shorts and underwear, you grunted as the veiny length twitched under your light touches. You let out a slow chuckle as you rubbed yourself, knowing that your heavy musk would linger on your fingers. The leaking droplets of precum were a nice replacement for lube as your thick fingers slipped along the underside of your swaying shaft. Even after a shower, it was hard to hide the heady and masculine scent that hovered around you as you passed by other people. Of course, with your side gig as an OnlyFans star, it was only natural that the guys at the gym would line up for a chance to have some time with you in the showers. The only reason you hadn't yet been kicked out for that big orgy of men worshipping your cock and muscles the other day was that the manager was too busy gagging away on your fat length while the owner was feasting on your puckered hole. All of you came up with a suitable arrangement after that.
At this point, you realized that the twerpy fan on the other end of the call had looked up from the screen he was too entranced with and was gaping at you. He was too busy saying something, but you couldn't focus on much else beyond how good it felt whenever you touched yourself. It was clear that he was pleasuring himself on the other end, with how his words stuttered, and his face became more flushed. But just before you could figure out why you were even talking to him, the watch on your wrist beeped.
"Sorry, dude, but it looks like our time's up," you said with a chuckle as you brought your arms up for a firm flex. You slid your underwear back on, making sure to tuck in your thick, lengthy cock against that stretched pouch. Smirking into the camera as you offered up another firm flex of your muscles, you make sure to wink and blow a kiss at your fan. "If you wanna chat with me again, you'll have to pay again for an extra session. Since you're such a dedicated sub of mine, though, maybe I'll mail you a special surprise of my underwear after I'm done with my workout today."
You grinned as you watched the skimpy man on the other side of the call moan needily. His face contorted on the call, and you could only guess that he had cummed inside his pants. Huffing in amusement, it was all par for the course for those horny, nerdy fans of yours. But it didn't matter much to you as you ended the call. They could never end up with a body like yours, no matter how hard they tried. Instead, it was better that they spent all their life savings worshipping a god like you, making sure that they funded the thirst-trapping, fitness influencer lifestyle you had worked so hard to achieve.
It really was a dream come true.
