The app advertised itself as a “personal training audio experience”, and it was a bit shady and required sideloading, but all of Molly’s most popular female friends recommended it as a great way to get motivated to exercise.
Molly was pleased to find it was very motivational, and she quickly lost herself in its soothing sounds and firm commands, always pleased to find at the end of an hour she had exercised far more thoroughly and actively than she would have managed if she relied on her own discipline.
It didn’t really bother her that she found it hard to remember the specific commands she was given, nor did it seem strange that over time she preferred to exercise wearing fewer clothes, and then completely naked, or that she had moved her exercise space to the front windows of her house where passers-by could see her.
She came to look forward to her exercise sessions so much that she would often find herself unconsciously massaging her pussy in the half-hour before they were due to start, so that she would begin the session with a puffy, dripping cunt and rock-hard nipples.
As she got fitter, an hour of exercise was no longer enough, and the app urged her to supplement her regime with a quick jog around the block each day. She was so used to following the firm commands coming from her earbuds that she walked out her front door without even worrying about the fact that she was naked, and when it told her to start masturbating with one hand as she jogged and painfully squeezing her tits with the other as she jogged, she did as she was told without hesitation. Besides, it felt good.
She would arrive home in such a lather of sexual excitement that she squealed with delight when the app finally told her she should buy stick-on dildos and attach them to all her training equipment so that she could fuck them as she exercised. The last dildo would be for her front door, and she would fuck herself to orgasm on it in public view while screaming loudly that she was a slut and a whore. At the moment before her orgasm, when it was too late to prevent the orgasm from hitting, she would become fully aware of where she was, what she was doing, and how she had just behaved, and would retain that awareness until an hour before her next exercise but be unable to throw away her phone or headphones or delete the app.
The first time she woke up to how slutty and humiliating her exercise regime he become, while naked and impaled in mid-orgasm on her front door dildo as the neighbours watched, she wanted to die from humiliation. How could she have let this happen to her? She crawled into bed and tried to hide from the world, obsessing over her shame, telling herself how awful it was and ignoring the fact that the thought of it brought her to two quiet masturbatory orgasms during the day that had nothing to do with her conditioning.
She swore she wouldn’t exercise the next day, but an hour from the start of her regime, her brain flicked a switch, and soon she was happily doing push-ups on a dildo, sit-ups on a dildo, bouncing on an exercise ball with a dildo in it. She went for her run, and came home, and fucked the front door, and at the moment of orgasm her shame returned to her.
This time the app kept talking. She needed to keep exercising, but she didn’t need to feel the shame. It told her that if she took her routine to a public gym, and performed it there, it would teach her to start cockteasing strange men into fucking her, and start giving her a deep longing to get breast implants, but it would also give her an opportunity. If she made her routine public, AND she convinced three female friends to download the app and start using it, it would stop making her feel ashamed afterwards. She could go back to the blissful slutty ignorance she had felt when she first started on the app.
It wasn’t a choice at all, really. She couldn’t bear the shame. She would give the app to three friends and turn them into the kind of slutty fuckdoll she was becoming, and she would go to the gym and exercise like a naked bimbo and fuck strange men, and it would take away her shame and she would be happy.
When she arrived at her first day at the gym, of course, all the girls who had recommended the app to her were already there, naked, wet-cunted, many of them being casually and publicly fucked by the male gym-goers. She looked at them as she started to undress, and in her ears the app told her she was going to lick all of their cunts in public before the week was out, and she nodded, because of course she was. She would do what she was told, and be a happy little shameless slut…
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