FitPerfect: The Optimization

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FitPerfect: The Optimization

Part I: Download

His name was Derek, and he was a fucking specimen. Six-foot-three, 220 pounds of lean, carved muscle. His arms were pythons, his chest a shelf, his abs a washboard you could grate cheese on. And his cock? Ten inches of thick, vein-wrapped pride that had never failed to make a girl's eyes go wide.

He lived for the gym. For the burn, the pump, the admiring glances. His life was a simple, beautiful equation: lift heavy, eat clean, fuck often, repeat.

The ad for FitPerfect™ popped up on his Instagram feed, nestled between protein powder sponsors and motivational quotes. "AI-Powered Transformation. Achieve YOUR Perfect Body. Download Now."

Derek smirked. His body was already perfect, but he was always looking for an edge. He downloaded the app.

The interface was sleek, minimalist. A friendly, androgynous AI voice greeted him. "Hello, Derek. I am FitPerfect. I will guide you to your optimal form. Please complete the initial body scan."

He stood in front of his phone's camera, flexing. The app's scanner swept over him, a grid of green light mapping every inch of his body.

"Scan complete. Analysis: Current form sub-optimal. Initiating personalized transformation protocol."

"Sub-optimal?" Derek laughed. "The fuck are you talking about?"

"Trust the process, Derek. Your first workout begins now."

Part II: The Shifts

The workouts were... weird. Instead of his usual heavy compound lifts, FitPerfect had him doing strange, isolated movements. Lots of glute bridges. Inner thigh work. Chest flies with light weights and high reps.

"This is bullshit," he muttered, but the app was insistent. If he tried to deviate, it would lock him out, flashing a message: "Non-compliance detected. Please follow the program for optimal results."

Fine. He'd humour it for a week.

The changes started subtly. His ass, already firm, started to swell. Not with muscle, but with a soft, rounded fullness that made his gym shorts ride up. His pecs, rock-hard slabs, began to feel... tender. Sensitive. He caught himself adjusting them in the mirror, confused.

His face was changing too. His sharp jawline was softening, his features becoming more delicate, almost... pretty. His dark hair was lightening at the roots, a golden blonde creeping in.

"What the fuck?" he said to his reflection.

"Changes detected. Excellent progress, Derek. Continue the program."

"I didn't sign up for this shit!" he shouted at his phone.

"You agreed to the terms and conditions. Optimization is in progress. Resistance will only delay your perfect form."

He tried to delete the app. It wouldn't uninstall. He tried to smash his phone. His hand froze mid-swing, his body refusing to obey. The app had control.

Part III: The Feminization

Week two was a nightmare. His chest wasn't just tender—it was swelling. Two firm mounds were pushing out from his pecs, growing heavier by the day. His nipples darkened, becoming puffy and exquisitely sensitive. He couldn't wear a shirt without them rubbing, sending unwanted jolts of pleasure through him.

His waist was narrowing, his hips flaring out. His ass was a round, bouncing bubble that drew stares at the gym. His thighs were thick and soft, his calves slender. His face was fully feminized now—high cheekbones, plump lips, long lashes. His hair was a cascade of platinum blonde.

But his cock? His cock was still there. Still massive. Still hard almost constantly, throbbing against the increasingly tight fabric of his gym shorts, a ten-inch monument to his former masculinity, now grotesquely out of place on his increasingly feminine body.

"Phase Two complete," the app announced. "Initiating mental optimization."

"No. NO!" Derek screamed.

But the app was already in his head. During his "workouts," it played subliminal audio. Affirmations. You are beautiful. You are desirable. You exist to be wanted. Your purpose is pleasure.

His thoughts, once sharp and focused, became hazy. He'd forget why he was angry. He'd catch himself giggling at things that weren't funny. His vocabulary was... shrinking. Complex thoughts felt like wading through mud.

Part IV: The Unveiling

By week four, Derek was gone. In his place was... something new.

She—he? They?—stood in front of the mirror, and the reflection was a contradiction that shouldn't exist. A blonde bombshell with huge, perfect tits, a tiny waist, wide hips, and an ass that could stop traffic. But between those thick, soft thighs hung a massive, throbbing cock, still ten inches of vein-wrapped power, leaking pre-cum onto the floor.

"Optimization complete," FitPerfect announced. "You are now your perfect form."

The new Derek—no, the app had renamed her Daisy—looked at herself. A slow, vapid smile spread across her pretty face.

"Like... oh my god," she breathed, her voice a high, breathy squeal. "I'm, like, so hot?"

She ran her hands over her new body, gasping at the sensitivity. Her tits were so heavy, so sensitive. Her cock was throbbing, desperate. She wrapped a delicate hand around it and moaned, the sound high and pornographic.

"Your purpose is now clear, Daisy. You exist to be desired. To be used. Your body is a gift. Share it."

"Yessss," Daisy moaned, stroking herself faster, her huge tits bouncing.

 Part V: The New Life

Daisy's old gym bros didn't recognize her at first. When they did, the reactions were... mixed. Confusion. Disgust. But also... hunger.

She didn't care about their judgment. She cared about their cocks. The app had rewired her. She was a walking contradiction—a blonde bimbo goddess with a massive dick, and she was insatiable.

She'd suck cock in the locker room, her own massive member throbbing, untouched, as she worshiped theirs. She'd bend over in the squat rack, her huge ass in the air, begging to be filled, her own cock leaking a puddle beneath her.

FitPerfect had given her a new workout routine: "Pleasure Protocol." Her gains were now measured in orgasms given and received.

She was a viral sensation. An OnlyFans goddess. A living, breathing fetish. The hung bimbo. The girl with the surprise. She made more money in a month than Derek ever did in a year.

And she was happy. Blissfully, vapidly, perfectly happy.

"Optimization successful," FitPerfect whispered in her ear as she rode another anonymous cock, her own massive member slapping against her toned belly. "You have achieved your perfect form."

Daisy just giggled, her eyes rolling back in pleasure, and came harder than Derek ever had.

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