The Gym Bunny Program

Mary was fed up with her gym. So much equipment there, yet not a single guide on how to use any of them. She was aware that it was only a small gym, so they couldn't afford to have any staff to help you get started on the right track, but what excuse did the equipment itself have? Only recently did she figure out what the 'Hill' button did on the treadmills. At this rate, it would take her months to figure out what the other options did.

Hence, here she was, searching the Internet for a personal trainer. If the gym wasn't going to provide one, she would have to hire one herself. Problem was, her local area didn't have many around, and the few willing to travel to her were a bit out of her budget. Still, she wasn't dissuaded; there had to be some way to learn how to keep herself fit without resorting to Googling every little thing.

And then, she found something: an up-and-coming personal trainer app. Instead of using real people, it collected data from actual personal trainers and fed that into an AI that could be personalised for every user's needs.

This... this could be it. She had her doubts, of course. She'd much prefer a physical presence helping her out, rather than some algorithm dictating her every move. Nevertheless, it was fairly cheap, and in the worst case scenario, she could cancel her subscription and try something different.

Yeah, why not

, she decided. She downloaded the app onto her laptop, while she looked up various reviews. So far, so good, apparently. In fact, a lot of women were giving it the thumbs up, which boosted her trust tremendously. In her experience, these things tended to be geared towards men, so she was happy to see herself being catered towards.

Alright, let's get this started

, she thought, when the app finished installing and she booted it up. First, something popped up: a notification for a companion app on her phone, for a more hands-on experience. She closed that down immediately, but then a second popup arrived: a questionnaire for the AI to determine her new gym routine. She grumbled a bit, but she relented that it had to make it, one way or another, and this was probably the best way of gathering that information.

She started the mandatory introduction video. For a brief second, the screen glitched into swirling rainbows, which made her jump. Even when it resumed as normal, there was a strange static noise emitting from her earphones.

Not off to a great start

, she thought, although she quickly got over it when the onscreen instructions began telling her why they needed the information and recited the data protection laws to the customer. Her best guess: this video was more of a legal thing that the app had to show, merely to reassure people about what data they were sharing.

Then the questionnaire began:

HOW OFTEN ARE YOU AT THE GYM?

Once a week, usually

WHAT ARE YOUR USUAL GYM HABITS?

Just cardio, no weightlifting, i don't want to get too muscular

WHAT ARE YOUR FITNESS GOALS?

None, really, exercise just helps me relax

WHAT DO YOU WEAR AT THE GYM?

This question took Mary back. She wasn't sure why they needed to know that. Although, now that the app had mentioned it, she had seen a few people wear jackets or hoodies to the gym. Maybe the app was trying to glean how much of a beginner she really was.

Yeah, that sounds like the best reason

, Mary thought, the static in her ears subtly getting louder.

Besides, it's not like I wear anything revealing

. She typed in her answer.

WHAT DO YOU WEAR AT THE GYM?

Plain t-shirt and tracksuit bottoms

The app then flashed a loading circle, as well as more bright lights, causing her to rub her watering eyes. For a second, the static also got louder, before the screen shortly switched to a blank background, with only the text "Let's get started!" and a small button underneath saying "Start training".

Right now?

she thought. She hadn't planned to do any exercise today. But, as she rubbed her eyes again, she realised that she had nothing better to do for the rest of the afternoon, so she could at least give it a fair shot. First things first, the app had asked for camera and microphone permissions. She quickly granted them, since she'd already seen from the video that the laptop would be keeping its eye on her to see if she would be doing everything correctly. After that, she got up and changed into her gym clothes, directly in front of her camera. Then she pressed the Start button to begin her training.

An intense cardio video commenced. The stretches themselves were pretty easy, but the main problem she had was keeping up. The man in the middle was barely breaking a sweat, seamlessly switching between a chair pose and a warrior pose. In contrast, she was lagging far behind, her clothes already beginning to stick. This was to be expected at her level, but that didn't stop it from bothering her. Every so often, she had to lift her shirt off her skin, cringing when she heard it peeling. Worse, the smell was reaching her nose, which made it even harder to concentrate.

"

YOU SEEM TO BE HAVING PROBLEMS WITH YOUR CLOTHES. WHY NOT DEAL WITH IT?

"

Yeah, that's what I was thinking too.

So, she peeled off her top. Then her trousers. Now, it was much easier to keep up. Sure, her underwear was a sight for sore eyes, but her eyes were already sore to begin with, and she lived alone anyway. It wasn't like anyone was going to see her prancing about in a sports bra and knickers. She was especially glad that she had her bra on, since her boobs would flop around too much without it.

"

YOU SEEM TO BE HAVING PROBLEMS WITH YOUR CLOTHES. WHY NOT DEAL WITH IT?

"

Yeah, that's what I was thinking too.

She was especially annoyed that she had her bra on, since her boobs felt very cramped with it on. So, off her underwear went. The buzzing in her ears was much softer now, and the stretches reflected that by slowing down their pace.

Downward-facing dog? Easy.

Cat-cow? Easy.

Plow pose? Easy.

Everything was so easy now. Rarely was a thought given to how suggestive these poses got, but she knew that if she looked them up, she would find that these were all regular yoga poses. She didn't know how she knew, but she did.

Finally, her training was done, and after a few more flashing lights and clicking yes on some annoying warning screen about the video being shared among employees for training purposes (whatever that meant), she saw that the AI had rated her nicely. A warm feeling emanated from her heart; she was glad to know that she was making good progress.

That said, she lost a lot of points twice. Both times were when she had to pause to strip, which made her tut. She didn't know that her own clothes would be so obstructive. Luckily, the app swooped in to her rescue, showering her with help on choosing new attire. All she had to do was download a companion app, which she immediately installed. She then reconnected her earphones to her phone, at which point the app spoke in a relaxing tone on where to go and what to grab. With a wide smile on her face, she turned to leave through her front door, before the app warned her that she should probably put some clothes on.

That was when she did a double take and noticed how nude she was. She had a little chuckle to herself and picked out something casual to wear. She couldn't believe that she was this close to going outside and exposing herself. Honestly, where would she be without this app?

"Hello there, what can I do for you?" the assistant asked.

Mary smiled, her phone held close to her chest. "I just need a little extra stuff for gym, and I was recommended to try out this shop. Could you help me?"

"Of course! Will you follow me? We need to take some measurements."

The shop assistant brought her to the changing rooms, where they pulled out a measuring tape, wrapped it around her a couple times, and jotted some notes down. "Alright, what are you looking for?"

Mary waited for the app's response, but nothing came. "Sorry, I'm not really sure."

"It's all right. Let me show you a few sets, and we'll see how they look."

They wandered around the store for a bit, the assistant picking out ones that she thought Mary would like. Unfortunately, Mary looked more and more disappointed with each one that was presented. The clothes would look so tacky on her, it just wasn't her style.

"Sorry, I'm not a fan of those," she was about to say, before her phone had finished analysing the clothes in front of her through the camera and buzzed with a response into her earphones.

"

WHY DON'T YOU TRY THEM ON?

"

"Can I try them on?" she asked. The assistant gladly opened a changing room for her, and Mary stepped in and closed the curtains to change into the outfits. The room itself had a full length mirror where she was free to see how she looked in good lighting.

They were... fine. Not as bad as she thought they were. Like her previous shirt, the purple t-shirt and trousers hung loosely on her body. The light blue and hot pink were similar, although neither fit her usual laid-back look. She scrunched her eyebrows at why she thought putting this on was a good idea. Her phone buzzed with a response into her earphones.

"

WHY DON'T YOU TAKE SOME PICTURES?

"

She was a tad confused, but she nodded and opened the camera app. She took a selfie of how she looked from the front, at which point the app requested an upload of her latest photo. Upon submitting it, a new response arrived.

"

WHY DON'T YOU TAKE SOME PICTURES OF THE BACK?

"

She was a tad confused, but she nodded and turned her back to the mirror, taking a photo of it over her shoulder. Upon submitting that photo, a third response arrived.

She was very confused, but she nodded and tried to fulfill its requests. With her bum to the mirror, she turned her waist towards the camera and presented a wide smile as she snapped several pictures of her reflection.

At last, the app seemed satiated with her camera skills. Not with her clothes though, as the phone buzzed again to request something different. She promptly opened the curtains to ask the assistant the question on her screen: "Do you have anything tighter?" Another buzz. "And with more cleavage?"

For a moment, she contemplated what she just said, but the assistant interrupted her train of thought with fresh sets of Lycra sports bras and leggings. No time to judge, as her earphones immediately requested to put them on and model for the camera.

She wasn't a fan, to say the least. After uploading her photos, she took a look at herself and made a face. She preferred not to attract any unwanted attention to herself, yet with her exposed midriff and plunging neckline... "I think I'm showing too much skin," she said out loud.

Her phone buzzed again, accompanied by a droning sound long enough to pierce her brain and have her drooling. When it finally washed over her, Mary shook her head out of her daze and looked at herself with a newfound appreciation. It was

so

her style. Her body looked great in the mirror, surprising her as to why she didn't try this sooner.

She took a few more selfies, only pausing in between to change into the next set, while the assistant groaned outside in disapproval. Mary was taking an awfully long time, and with all the snaps that could be heard, there was no question what she was doing in there.

At last, she came out, and the assistant put on their best customer-service smile to ask if she wanted anything else, adding in "Shorts perhaps?" sarcastically. Strangely, they were sure that Mary was definitely about to say no, before her phone vibrated, and she swiftly corrected herself and asked for some booty shorts. The assistant was stunned to hear her ask for that, even more so when they laid a few out and she complained that they weren't "short enough". As a joke, they handed over some of the sluttiest ones they had, but Mary happily took them off their hands without a hint of self-respect.

Cue more snaps being heard, and the assistant stood there, unamused at the length of time her little photoshoot was eating up. When she finally came out, she made no effort to hide the abundant amount of cleavage she was showing off or how derogatory the text 'JUICY' looked printed on her ass. The assistant wanted to keep their mouth shut, but their distaste won in the end.

"Miss, are you sure you want to keep that outfit? It looks a bit tight. I can get you something more your size." They hoped it wasn't too blunt, but they braced themselves for the customer being offended.

They did not expect what she said next.

Mary tilted her head in confusion. Her mouth had opened, but the static was unusually loud to the point where she couldn't hear what she had said. The mixture of shock and utter disbelief on the assistant's face almost made her ask what the problem was.

"

YOU SHOULD BUY YOUR CLOTHES NOW.

"

Oh right, I should buy these first. Duh. She brought them to the till where the assistant recovered from their shock and rang her purchase up. The assistant refused to make eye contact, but Mary was more focused on the price. She sucked in a breath at how much she was spending. But this was necessary. Everything here was necessary. So, as she tapped her card on the NFC reader, she silently promised herself that she would use these to the fullest, unknowingly sealing her Lycra fate.

A week later, she was at the gym again. Thanks to the training she had undergone, her confidence in herself had improved dramatically. Sure, there was a brief second where she doubted why she ever bought these clothes, but she got over it and was more than happy to head in, wearing her zebra-patterned sports bra and leggings.

She moved towards the mattresses and started on some crunches. Bicycle crunch, reverse crunch, these were brutal, but not as brutal as the planks. Commando planks, high planks, side planks.

Then she had the weights to do. Quietly, she thanked herself for buying proper clothing, because she remembered how the old ones stunk, and she could only imagine how badly they would have smelt with her doing stuff like weighted sit-ups and lateral pulls.

Unfortunately, sweat wasn't the only thing that was starting to accumulate; she sighed in annoyance, because for the third time today, she had spotted the man behind her, leering at her. Yes, she was wearing skintight clothing. No, that did not give him permission to make comments like "God, I'd love to clap that ass" or "Damn, that's a fine rack".

Worse, he looked away every time she turned to look at him, so he knew what he was doing was wrong, yet he still chose to continue. Soon, she couldn't take it anymore and simply left. She didn't check, but she felt him watching her the whole way out.

Well

, she thought,

at least I got my workout done. The app should be happy with me.

And that thought kept her head fuzzy for the entire trip home.

Mary was thrilled to be finally moving on to a new set of training exercises. For the last two weeks, she had been doing the same yoga poses over and over again. At this point, she'd take anything different, even if it was something as trivial as "demeanour". She wasn't sure what that had to do with the gym, but she had faith in the app to know what it was doing.

YOUR POSTURE IS INCORRECT, LET'S FIX THAT.

A 3D caricature of a woman had entered the screen, and Mary did her best to copy it, puffing out her own chest and placing her hands on her hips. Only when she smiled in the same way did the app continue.

"

YOU SHOULD RETAIN THIS POSE WHENEVER STANDING.

"

"Okay, that seems a bit much," Mary said. Static got louder in her ears, and she mentally slapped herself for questioning the app.

"

NOW, LET'S FOCUS ON PICKING SOMETHING UP.

"

She was a tad confused, but she nodded and crouched down to pretend to pick something up off the floor. A loud buzzer rang in her ears, and she immediately stood back up, worried that she had made an error. A second buzzer rang, but this error was blatant, and she was ready to slap herself again for making such a stupid mistake. She placed her hands on her hips, puffed out her chest, and smiled. Then, it continued.

The onscreen model demonstrated the correct procedure; it bent at the waist to pick a ball up off the floor, keeping its legs straight the whole time. Mary scrunched her eyebrows. "Wouldn't that be too... daring in these clothes?" A third buzzer rang, and she returned to her vacant smile. The video repeated itself, and this time, Mary copied her as best as she could. On the fourth try, she got it exactly, and the app moved on to the next activity.

The onscreen model began walking. Mary attempted to copy her, but it took a few more attempts to get the swaying of her hips down to a T. In between, the app told her randomly to pick something up off the floor, but Mary saw through the trick each time and smoothly bent at the waist, all while retaining her signature smile.

For the last activity, a scenario played out on her laptop. The onscreen model had finished its exercises and wandered off screen, after which the app asked her what it had done wrong. Mary rolled her eyes at the easy question: "Silly girl, she forgot to take photos".

Every girl is supposed to take photos after her workout

, she thought,

otherwise what's the point?

The app gave her a thumbs up, and ended the exercise. Mary was giddy in excitement; sure, she had fumbled here and there, but that shouldn't have held her back from obtaining a high score.

Technically, she was half right. Her fumbling

hadn't

been the thing holding her back, something else was. She groaned at her obvious blunders. Her makeup! She completely forgot to put on any makeup! Add that to the fact that she was wearing socks (not even ankle socks, just plain old regular socks), and the fact that she had visible panty lines, it was no wonder the app had rated her so low.

This had to be fixed.

Some days later, Mary opened the companion app and put on her earphones. Today, she worked up the courage to keep the app open while she was working out. Originally, she was afraid that someone would notice and make fun of her, but she realised that realistically, they would just assume that she was listening to music.

Thank God for that, because the app had proven to be so useful while she had been getting herself ready. It told her what to wear, it told her how much foundation to apply, it even told her what colour of lipstick to use! She hadn't been sure about the bold choice of hot pink, but it matched her shorts and top, and she considered it a fair compromise with her lack of appropriate underwear. See, she usually wore thongs, but she had used them all up during her training sessions with the app, meaning that she had none that weren't currently in the laundry. Thus, her only option today was to go commando. Anything else would introduce those horrid panty lines the app had warned her against.

Clearly, the app agreed, as when she submitted her selfies, it rated them all highly, even taking note of how well the text 'JUICY' looked scrawled across her buttocks. Mary sighed in satisfaction, taking more selfies before heading off to the gym.

Normally, she ran to the gym, as a quick warm-up, but nowadays, she knew better. She swayed her hips from side to side as she walked the distance, noticing a few men taking more glances than they usually did. At first, she was a bit terrified at how much attention she was getting, but the app pointed out that there was nothing harmful about them looking, especially with how well she was flaunting her assets. Therefore, she paid them no regard.