Fit-In - Part Three

Lost in thought, I completely forget my phone and the notification that brought me out of my gaming trance. Despite not looking at the notification that didn't mean it had gone away, a small update from the Fit-In App's new Generated Goals feature stating;

Entertainment Type=Feminine/Creative - Goal Update: Feminize Build

The app quickly begins to build a new 'schedule' for the nanobots, mustering a series of tasks to perform as it tracks down other users to both take the traits from or to give traits to. While still beyond my knowledge the app soon populates a small list of new sub-ordinate tasks for the new vague goal, leaving room for more specific actions in case my 'desires' are further clarified to it.

Goal: Feminize Build

1:    Widen Hips
2:    Narrow Waist
3:    Reduce Bone Density
4:    Soften Jaw Line
5:    Reduce Body Hair
6:    Soften Skin

As I wander my kitchen, my mind bouncing between all the options I had available to me for food yet being unable to fall onto any one thing to eat, the nanobots in my bloodstream quickly begin their work. Leaving their work healing and repairing my worn-out muscles they quickly race around my body, spreading out almost too thinly as they begin their new tasks all over my body at once. Nano-meter by nano-meter of bone is shaved away, the nanobots moving their payloads down towards my hips once they receive confirmation that the opposite action had occurred with someone else somewhere in the world.

Leaning against the countertop I try to come to a solid conclusion on dinner, my head being thrown back as I stare up lazily at the ceiling.

"I don't want to cook" I mutter, already feeling overly warm in my apartment and dreading the thought of slaving away over the stove. "And cup noodles just sound...no" I continue with a chuckle, shaking my head as I remember the old packets of instant noodles at the back of my pantry.

As the thought of noodles lingers in my mind I find myself leaning towards some takeaway, the thought of noodles quickly shifting to more diverse foods like yakitori or sushi. Running my tongue across my lips I can't help but feel the draw to some cheeky takeout, a quick pick up from the Japanese place on the corner before running back home for some more games.

"Some good noodles, some good chicken, maybe a bit of sushi and..." I muse eagerly, pausing only once I reach the last point. Frowning slightly I glance at my fridge, knowing full well it was largely empty of any cool crisp beer beyond a single bottle left behind after the last board game night I had hosted.

Thinking further I let out a sigh. I desperately wanted some alcohol to enjoy this oddly warm evening, my body feeling flushed in part thanks to the workout, the weather, and the horde of tiny robots rebuilding it from the inside. However, the nearest liquor store was more than a reasonable walk away, though my personal haunt of a bar was only a block or so away. While less enticing, I could always get a burger on the way over and maybe a bit of food with my drink.

The thoughts of the takeaway and the bar linger in the forefront of my mind, my indecisiveness reaching a tipping point as I feel my wants conflicting and fighting to a standstill. I finally let out an annoyed huff, wandering over to my wallet and fishing out a small coin.

"Head, Japanese. Tails, Drinking" I mutter, flicking the coin into the air with a satisfying ding.

Reaching the front door to my apartment building I head out towards the street. Immediately I feel my shoulders sag as I'm hit with a wave of humid heat from outside, the weird warmth in my apartment being emblematic of the uncomfortable weather outside.

Turning to the left I begin to head towards my destination, a faint grin spreading across my lips as I remember just how lovely the climate control at the bar was. It definitely needed it, the sheer number of game consoles and TV screens lining those walls already generating a lot of heat without the addition of customers.

"Lucky pick" I chuckle, fiddling with the coin in my pocket as I shuffle down the footpath towards the traffic lights.

The street is relatively quiet for the early evening, with most people either at home or at least already indoors to avoid the heat at this hour. The only few people I pass by are those returning home after later shifts, walking between venues, or simply getting a bit of exercise while the sun is low and not beating down so oppressively.

As I stand by the light, waiting for my chance to cross the street, I watch as a woman in her early thirties jogs down the opposite side of the street. My eyes linger on her, my eyes being drawn to her thanks to her wild vibrant red hair dancing behind her like fire as she runs. Before I have perve on her too much in her tight lavender workout gear she slips down a side street, moving beyond my view as the lights finally change.

As I head towards the bar I begin to keep an eye out for my little pit stop along the way. I knew the burger place was around here somewhere, I'd just never dropped by sober before. Slowing my walking to a practical crawl I make sure to check down each street I pass, just in case I was on the wrong one.

Thankfully, with the bar in the distance, I stumble on the small little storefront housing my drunken go-to for twenty-four-hour fast food.

Happy Burger had been around for ages, with multiple locations in my city alone. They all seemed to pop up around colleges and bars, seeking out a clientele of hungry drunks prone to impulse purchases.

The counter is already largely blocked by groups of young college students, dressed up for a night of partying and already swaying from side to side thanks to the pre-drinks they had before ever leaving home. Gaudy sparkling clingy dresses and tight dress shirts in all manner of colors act as a wall between me and the one poor young woman behind the register.

Thankfully the short rotund cashier notices me at the back, waving me forward with her pudgy hand as she meekly tries to get the already intoxicated crowd to make room for more customers. As I approach the counter I find myself looking down at the young woman, the poor thing somewhere in her early twenties and having to watch her peers have fun while she has to corral them.

Greasy dirty blonde hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail, a black cap resting atop her head with the happy burger logo emblazoned on the front. Her pink rounded cheeks are coated in a thin sheen of sweat and frier grease, the mixture of which leaving her with patches of red pimples ditting her face.

"Can I take your order?" she asks in a raspy and somewhat husky voice, her double chin shaking slightly as she speaks.

I become lost for a moment as I glance at her chest, my gaze locking to the truly prodigious bust the large girl has on display. Her uniform, a red polo shirt and black dress pants, doesn't appear to be properly sized for her fairly overweight frame. In an effort to cover her belly the top and midsection she has pulled the shirt down to such a degree that the few buttons that remain on the collar simply cannot close over her bust. The outline of a large plain bra is on prominent display, her massive assets pressing it firmly against the tight confines of her top.

Clearing my throat and looking up at the menu as I realize I was staring I pretend to be thinking about my order. "Um...I'll just have a cheeseburger I guess" I state, hoping to be nonchalant.

The young woman, her face having grown a little redder in the time between me reaching the counter and ordering quickly pipes up, repeating the company line in a nervous yet practiced manner. "Would you like that in a meal...sir?"

"Uh..." I muse, thinking on whether I needed the fries and drink considering where I was going. "No, I don't need a drink or anything" I finally respond, fishing out my wallet as I go to pay for the small and cheap burger.

Thankfully my order comes out near immediately, the small size and simple item making it cut to the head of the cue. I watch as the overly plump young woman waddles quickly behind the counter, her tight pants looking almost painted on but for how they seem to dig into the pliant and jiggling flesh of her behind and thighs.

As I'm passed my burger by the shy cashier a wave of grumble emerges from the crowded college students around the counter, obviously upset that they were still waiting for thier food while I was served mine immediately.

Not wanting to linger any longer I quickly head outside, peeling off the wrapper and downing the relatively bland albeit salty and overly sauced burger as I make the last little trek to the bar.

The final leg isn't too long a trip, the large neon signage for the 'Game Corner' already in view from the Happy Burger. As I walk up the small number of steps, passing the bouncer with no issue, I feel my hip pop slightly causing me to wince in discomfort.

"Guess I'll skip the next leg day" I mutter under my breath, figuring I'd just pulled or injured something during today's bout of squats.

Walking in through the front doors I'm blasted with a stream of cold air, the climate control running overtime in an effort to combat the external elements on top of those internal. I pause for a moment, just enjoying the cool breeze against my sweaty skin as I look around the bar.

To the left sits the large long counter for the bar, the whole thing stretching from one end to the other of the large central room. The plain black countertop is littered with menus for specialty cocktails and other drinks as well a smaller menu for what little hot food the kitchen could make. Stools line the bar, some already filled by people watching the numerous screens behind the bar displaying all sorts of videogame live streams and tournament feeds.

To the right of the main room sit a number of couches all organized into closed-off 'U' shapes facing a screen bolted to the wall. Wooden dividers try to separate the couches giving some small semblance of privacy from each other, though not from the bar itself. A table rests between each of these mocked-up booths with a locked plexiglass box containing a console sitting at one end of each beneath the TV. Controllers sit in small containers beneath each table, their charging cables having been bolted in along with a thin metal cable that acts as an anti-theft device.

Toward the back of the room, I look through the archway at the top of another short set of steps. While much is obscured the excited cries and laughter let me know that 'Dungeons & Flagons' had started for the night, or at least some of the table had kicked off early. The backroom acted as a traditional gaming room, with a small board game library and large tables. Even smaller side rooms could even be hired for a more private experience, the sound isolating foam inside working well to keep out the shouting of the general-purpose hall.

Deciding to work out what I'd do after I got a drink I head towards the counter. Thankfully, the bar is practically barren in terms of customers so a bartender quickly comes to serve me.

"Hey buddy" call out the man in his mid-thirties, the World of Warcraft Horde tattoo on his forearm on full display alongside his black short-sleeved MtG shirt. "What can I get ya?"

"Just the house beer" I respond, leaning on the counter and grabbing my wallet as the guy walks off to fetch a large chilled glass.

I watch as the bartender quickly and dexterously spins the glass in a performative fashion, both to impress those watching and likely to kill his own boredom in the lull at the bar. He's a decent bit shorter than myself, being only around 5'10 in his large heavy work boots. He's pretty damn pale, with a well-styled side-shave cut into the side of his black hair while the top is moussed into a messy wave. He's relatively lanky, being much like I had been prior to starting my exercise regime though with less fat around his torso.

Before I know it the guy slides the beer in front of me, taking my card from the countertop as he taps it against his little portable reader. I quickly begin to chug down the beer, my fingers tingling in an overly sensitive fashion as I grasp the glass, as I'm wracked with a feeling like I desperately needed the cold refreshing liquid and the vital carbs within. By the time he finishes up with charging me I'm already halfway done with my drink, draining the glass more and more before I finally come up for air.

"Need another?" he asks, waving my card a little as I nod to him.

Before he can return with my new drink I polish off the first, placing the large glass down as I feel another pop, this time in my shoulder, as I pass it back to the.

"I really went hard today didn't I?" I whisper to myself, rolling my shoulder slightly to ease out the kinks as the bartender returns.

"Sorry?" the man asks, passing me the new frosty beer along with my card.

"Oh, nothing. Just talking to...never mind" I blurt out, realizing he must have overheard me talking to myself. "Thanks buddy" I finally respond, raising my glass to him as I take my card.

"No, problem" he replies with a firm customer service smile. "Have a good one."

As I shuffle to the center of the room, sliding my card into my pocket, I feel my phone buzz once again. With my fingers so close by I consider checking it, however, I quickly become distracted by another loud burst of excited laughter from the back room.

Turning in place I try to decide where I wanted to go first, ignoring my phone and the new notification stating...