Elliot liked a lot of things.
He liked to cook, having a knack for flavor and making healthy food. He liked animals, enough so that he became a vegan as soon as he moved out and went to college. He liked creating art, making a name for himself in the local art scene.
Elliot also hated a lot of things.
He hated bad smells, not unlike a lot of people. He hated dumb people, those with nothing between the ears. He hated going to the gym and getting all sweaty with a burning passion. He hated his girlfriend Erica for breaking up with him last month and already finding someone else.
Most of all though, he hated the Golden Army.
They were almost everything Elliot hated wrapped up into one. Dumb, smelly, sweaty jocks who spent their days at the gym or on the field. And they made a living out of it too! They made so much money they’d invested it by opening a gym just a few blocks away, completely free and open to anyone.
It sickened him just how popular those dolts were. Elliot had passed by the gym on his way home earlier, and the place was completely packed. Gold shirts as far as the eye could see, if they were wearing a shirt to begin with. Half the guys seemed to want to show off too much to wear one.
A notification from his phone took Elliot out of his thoughts. The latest software update had finally finished downloading. Opening up his phone, a scowl formed on his face.
An app had been downloaded onto his phone.
He tried to delete it, he really did. But he accidentally opened it instead.
Elliot scoffed. “SMART” seemed like a strange name for an exercise app. Maybe it was for the average person, to get them more active?
Still not anything he’d want to do though.
As the app finished setting up, a welcome message appeared:
“Welcome, recruit. Your transformation starts tomorrow.”
“Yeah, sure it will,” he thought. He managed to delete the app from his phone and put the whole thing out of his mind as he got back to painting. He still wasn’t happy with the blending in the sky’s colors.
The alarm went off at 7:30 sharp.
This confused and startled Elliot. He never used an alarm. He had no need to, working from home on his own schedule. He picked up his phone, checking to see what happened.
SMART’s Gold and Black color scheme shone brightly from the screen, revealing a second notification.
TASK: Drink the protein shake provided. Compliance will be rewarded. Disobedience will be punished.
Sure enough, there was a shiny gold shaker bottle in his kitchen counter. Elliot picked it up, a look of suspicion on his face. He definitely didn’t own anything like this. Where could it have come from?
He opened the lid and took a quick sniff. It smelled faintly of vanilla, mixed with something salty. The liquid was very thick, sticking to the sides of his throat as it went down his throat.
When did he start drinking it!?
He put the bottle back on the counter, empty down to the last drop. Another ding from his phone.
Task completed. Reward granted.
It hit him instantly. Pure pleasure and ecstasy over his entire body. He felt like he was floating, like the gentlest touch would move him miles. He was rock hard, throbbing and pulsing more with every second that went by. He’d loved Erica, but she’d never satisfied him like this before. The moans poured out of his mouth so easily.
Just as quickly as it started, the feeling ended with the best orgasm of Elliot’s life. The front of his boxers was completely soaked. His entire body was covered in sweat, a glossy sheen of pleasure laying on the kitchen floor.
Reward Completed. Muscle synthesis initiated.
Elliot never saw that message. He was still trying to figure out what just happened.
He shook his head, gathering himself. Whatever this was, it wasn’t right. He needed to get that app off his phone.
After a quick shower. Then he could get to work on his painting again. There weren’t enough trees in the foreground to hide the negative space.
The alarm went off at 7:30 am sharp.
Elliot groaned as he lifted his head off of the pillow. He’d completely forgotten to delete the app. This was not an ideal situation for someone who is not a morning person.
TASK: Complete 25 pushups. Shirtless. Record and submit.
Elliot scoffed. “Thats a good one. I’ll pass, thanks.”
As he went to delete the app once again, a loud beeping sound echoed from his phone, like a fire alarm. Another notification popped up.
RESISTANCE DETECTED. Initiating Punishment
A sudden sharp, searing pain emerged across Elliot’s entire body. His eyes snapped shut as his senses were overwhelmed. The worst was in his head, his mind under attack at every angle. He felt like the room was spinning, the floor moving from underneath him.
RESISTANCE REDUCTION: 10%
Elliot felt a little dizzy still, but he reluctantly started on the pushups. It was rough, taking 10 full minutes to do all 25, and his arms were completely gone afterwards. Still, he did it.
He felt a little proud of himself for some reason as he hit the Submit button.
The reward came instantly, filling his body and mind with bliss once again.
GOOD BROS OBEY. GOOD BROS ARE REWARDED
The alarm went off at 7:30 sharp.
Elliot was almost relieved to have been woken up this time. His dream the night before had been really strange. He’d been laying in a fancy bed, the soft silk sheets under him, a golden blanket on top. Next to him was a jock, as stereotypical as you could get. There was very little space between them, the jock caressing Elliot’s body in every way possible, saying sweet nothings. The dream ended with him saying:
“You’re going to be so hot, bro.”
There was no time to think about that. Another task had arrived.
TASK: Wear the provided shorts. Take a mirror selfie. Post online.
Turning in confusion, he saw the shorts folded neatly on the edge of the bed, waiting to be worn. Expecting it, even.
Elliot still tried to resist. He didn’t want any part of this. He’d never wanted any part of this.
The pain shot through him again, even harder than the day before. Tears welled up in his eyes from it all. It felt like someone was stepping on his package, stomping and rubbing their foot in.
Fighting through the pain, Elliot slipped the shorts on, breathing a sigh of relief when the pain stopped. He snapped a selfie, posting it on the SMART app for everyone to see.
Another reward came. Another moan from the pleasure. He could feel his body relax, especially his arms and legs. He was prepared for his load to be blown this time, sliding the golden shorts down to let it all out.
Elliot sat back up, recovering from the experience. He should really get started on his painting again, but he didn’t feel like it yet. Maybe a nice hearty breakfast after a walk around the block would help. Eggs and bacon sounded good. He’d have to stop by the store on his way back. Then he could, um… paint some lines? Draw some shapes? What did he need to do again?
The alarm went off at 7:30 sharp.
Elliot was a little more prepared this time. Maybe mornings weren’t so bad. He felt calmer, more energized than usual.
TASK: Flex for two minutes in the mirror. Shirtless.
Repeat “I love getting bigger.”
Elliot winced at the task, but he didn’t want to go through the pain again. He stood in front of the mirror, feeling like a fool. His arms and chest looked more pathetic than flexing material. He tried flexing just a little at first.
“I… like… getting bigger.”
A small rush went through him. Saying that felt good. Again, more confidently.
Elliot could feel his package twitch a little, but he couldn’t stop and take care of that. Not yet. He had an order.
The two minutes went by quicker than he thought. By the end, his arms looked a little bigger, as did his pecs. The mirror might be broken or something.
He was fully hard now. He wanted to obey. He looked hot watching his body obey the task. He let out a little laugh at the thought, his voice sounding a bit deeper. That made him laugh more.
Reward: Endorphin Cascade. Pleasure x2.
IQ Suppression: Increased.
Identity Override: In progress.
Elliot went to lay back down on the bed, his hand cupping his crotch. He had some needs to take care of before getting to work. Whatever it was he did. Probably wasn’t a big deal.
The alarm went off at 7:30 sharp.
Elliot woke from yet another weird dream. He was in a large bedroom, full of golden furniture and decorations. The room was filled with hot muscular bros, all shirtless and close together. Elliot was in the midst of them all, being caressed, kissed, and sucked all over. He wasn’t gay, not at all. So why did it all feel so good?
He had no time to think about it. Another task had been sent.
TASK: Post a message on the SMART forums. Say “Feeling good, bros. Ready to grow more.”
He obeyed. He had no choice.
The reward was the largest one yet. His whole body erupted in pleasure as he moaned loudly. A small puddle formed on the floor. His whole body was sweaty, like he’d just worked out for two hours. It felt great.
Obedience Imprint: Active
Tank Identity: 75% Installed
The comments continued flooding in throughout the day, all filled with praise. His ego grew and grew. Those bros knew a good body when they saw one.
Awesome bro! You’re getting ripped!
Tank is coming along nicely!
Tank smirked, flexed a little in the mirror. He was looking better and better.
The alarm went off at 7:30 sharp.
Tank woke up feeling well rested. He looked around his room, admiring all the sports stuff he’d gotten over the years. Baseball bats, hockey pucks, swimsuits that hugged his body perfectly. He even had a soccer ball signed by the Golden Army’s starting lineup from when they’d won the state championships.
Another notification shook him out of his thoughts. Another task to obey.
TASK: Visit the nearest Golden Army gym. Get your free membership. Work out for 1 hour.
That’d be stupidly easy. There was a gym just a couple blocks away! Why hadn’t he signed up sooner?
“I can be so dumb sometimes huhu!” Tank let out another laugh as he got ready to go.
A quick jog later, Tank walked into the lobby area. He could see a lot of dudes further in the gym, lifting weights and using the various machines.
The receptionist acknowledged him as he walked up. He was wearing a glossy rubber polo shirt with the number 767 on the chest in gold. Good to see the polo drones were being put to good use, at least.
“Your face is not in drone’s memory banks. Initiating registration process. What is your name?”
“Name’s Tank, bro. Tank Gold.”
“Acknowledged. Registration processing.” The drone typed something on the computer. “The Golden Army has started adding permanent memberships to its gyms across the country. It comes with SMART app functionality to monitor your progress and administer cash rewards periodically for good behavior. Are you interested?”
“Hell yeah! Let’s do it!” That’s exactly what Tank wanted. Why would he want to go anywhere else? He could focus on working out and get paid to do it? That’s a no brainer, even for a no brainer like him.
“Acknowledged. Registration complete. Enjoy your workout.”
Tank headed off to the weights. It was arm day, and he was gonna push for a new pb.
Cognitive Inhibitors: Applied
Tank didn’t know what any of that meant, but the app was good to him. He just obeyed and got bigger and dumber. Putting some music on and putting his phone in his pocket, he started his workout.
The alarm went off at 7:30 sharp.
Tank was already awake by then. He’d had another epic dream the night before. He was sucking off a bro while another bro ate him out from behind. It almost felt real. Maybe he’d find some golden bros at the gym and could make it happen.
TASK: Send the SMART app to someone who needs it. The Golden Army must grow.
Tank scrolled through his messages, trying to find someone. Half of them were weird artsy bullshit and stuff he didn’t understand at all. He finally saw a bunch of texts from some dude named Noah, worried about him for some reason.
“Hey, Elliot. What’s wrong? You haven’t answered your phone in a week! Is everything okay?”
Tank was confused reading it. Who the heck was Elliot? He didn’t know any bros with that name. The contact picture showed a puny, glasses wearing guy in a sweater vest and button down. He looked to be 100 pounds soaking wet.
“He’s perfect,” Tank thought, as he sent the app. He’d have another bro soon.
He headed for the Golden Army gym once again, ready to work out. He needed to. The SMART app tells him to do it, so he does. It’s easier that way.
Good bros obey. Good bros use SMART.
REWARD: Permanent Pleasure Access.
Welcome to the Golden Army.
(Thanks to @polo-drone-767 for allowing me to use him in the story and providing me with an appropriate image)
