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

Fit-In - Part Two

With a little hop in place, trying to get my still slightly aching body energized, I decide to stay home to relax with some games. It had been a long day, at least for my unemployed and generally relaxed self, and while I had the whole weekend ahead of me I just needed to unwind tonight.

With my legs still shaking slightly from my workout I pace my way into the kitchen, snatching up a few snacks and drinks to work through while I game. Chips, gummy worms, and energy drink are collected into my arms before I quickly head back to the living room and dump them on the coffee table in front of my couch.

It didn't matter if I ate some junk food, so long as I had my goals set properly in the app things would work out in the end. With a little hiss I'm reminded of my newly wiped schedule and workout goals for a moment before shaking it from my head. Again, that was a tomorrow problem.

Fit-In - Part One

With a deep, and slightly pained, sigh I slowly lower the heavy dumbbells to the ground. My quiet apartment fills with creaking as the weights come to rest against the hardwood floor, the boards shifting as I gently roll the set of metal dumbbells beneath my large queen bed.

Taking a deep breath I wipe the sweat from my forehead, my new fitness tracker flashing on my wrist as it strives to get my attention. Despite its efforts I decide to leave it for the moment, slowly shuffling to get changed out of my sweat-coated workout clothes in favor of something clean and cool. Tugging off the black sweatpants and the simple black cotton shirt I quickly apply a coating of deodorant before whipping a thankfully clean white button-up shirt and a pair of comfortably loose black jeans.

I had started my new workout regime only a few weeks back, and yet I had already started to notice results. What little fat I had around my mid-section and pecs had rapidly withered away, and my normally lean to non-existent muscles had already begun to grow slightly more prominent.