(2nd) Let's Get Physical

You stand in the gym, as you see the girls enter. You are standing toward the back, but the girls don't comment on you, don't even look in your direction. It is like you are invisible. Probably because you are. You attempt to move, only to find you can't. You try to look down, only to realize you can't move your head. You try to speak, only to realize you can't. As you panic, you realize you can't feel... anything. It's like you are a set of eyes in the vacuum of space, no sensation.

This existential horror is not noticed by your roommates, who had their outfits changed when they entered this room. Olivia looks upset that she is in a thin t-shirt and bloomers. Rebecca wears tight lycra that has a hole for her plug tail. Sephora is wearing a diaphanous material that looks like a classic harem girl outfit, more teasing the beauty of her body than covering her. For their parts, Rebecca and Sephora look happy, as Rebecca gets back on her hands and knees.

"So what do you think we should do?" Olivia looks at the two of them, her face showing how utterly done with this she is. Sephora looks at her, as the question was directed at her, not at the woman on her hands and knees, looking around the room. Though the answer becomes obvious when she sees it.

"Oh, look, there are flashing footprints over there! I bet they want us to go there!" Sephora bounds over, curious and excited, while Rebecca appears equally excited. Both approach where you stand, finding outlines of their feet marked with their names, standing about 3 feet from you looking at you. Sephora steps onto the two feet markings, while Rebecca places her four limbs on hers. Olivia, for her part, shrugs, before walking over and joining them.

When she steps onto her place, a voice sounds, a voice that sounds very much like your own, but distorted, the voice that plagues Erica, though this version of you doesn't quite know that yet. "Rebecca, you can stand for this activity, until the workout is over." Rebecca looks up, not understanding where the voice came from, but soon stands. "We begin with stretches. First, we will start with your arms. Reach up, higher, higher..." The voice continues, as you watch them stretch upward, their breasts lifting as the muscles of their chests and shoulders move upward. "Higher, higher, onto your tip toes."

The stretches continue, having them turn around. There on the opposite side, you can see that there is a non-descript human figure like in some game like Ring Fit showing them how to move. Leaning forward, toward their toes, stretching their glutes nicely. Sitting down, stretching toward their feet, their beautiful cleavage hanging down as they bent, stretched. Countless other stretches, countless other small ways to show off their bodies.

"Alright, it's time for some cardio." The glowing footprints appear on a set of stair machines over to the side. Though you don't quite notice, as suddenly you are there, in the place where the mirror should be. The three girls walk over, climbing onto the machines. They begin to use them, Rebecca moving to a quick pace from her practice, Sephora and Olivia moving with more reticence and unease. You watch as their breasts bounce in their clothes, as they all find a rhythm they are comfortable with. Olivia is the slowest. A fact soon changed. Your perspective shifts, and now you are behind the girls, looking at their asses bounce on the machines. "Olivia, faster." You hear the sound of the spank, but you also feel your hand, the softness of her ass as you spank it. "Faster than that." Another spank, as Olivia looks behind her to tell off the invisible stranger, which is you, but not you. Not quite like you are being controlled, but more like sensations are fed to you.

Olivia continues to speed up, only to suddenly stop. "No, you know what, fuck it. I don't need to play this game! I don't need to exercise just because some voice tells me!" She gets off the machine, before walking toward the door. A move soon arrested, as you stand behind her, your phantom arm holding her to you, your arm across her collarbone, your other against her stomach. You feel her entire body pressed against your front. She struggles, especially as she feels a hard cock against her ass. "Let me go! I don't want to play your sick games!" "Oh, well, we could play other games. Workout a different set of muscles." The invisible hand traces along her stomach, moving down, even as your iron grip never falters as she bucks and moves with all of her might. You feel the hand move into her underwear, reaching down, reaching down, until you feel it. The fingers rub along her pussy lips, up and to her clit.

As you feel your hands invade, she grows stiff. "Fine, fine, I'll play your game. I'll workout, however you want me to. Just stop, please, I don't want this, please." She collapses to the ground as your arms let go. Only to see your perspective shift, as your hands flip her over on the ground, leaving her face up. "Alright, but I think you deserve something to make the rest a bit harder, and dissuade you from trying another rebellion." Your fingers go up to her nipples, pinching. At first through the shirt, only for two holes to appear where her nipples are. Your fingers continue to pinch, until you don't feel them any more and out of nowhere you see her nipples are still pinched, but now by alligator clips. Olivia for her part, almost seems to reach up to remove them, only to stop, cowed as the voice commands her. "Now, get back on the stair machine, unless you want to have that alternate workout." She crawls up, before submissively walking back to the machine, continuing, the nipple clamps bouncing as she begins anew.

It continues on for a bit, before you feel the feeling of your hand grasping another ass, as you stand behind Rebecca and Sephora. "Very good Rebecca, good pets get petting." Rebecca moans at this, as your hands massage her ass, as she only seems to go faster at this. "You too Sephora, you're working hard." Your other hand feels her ass. Sephora doesn't show it, other than a slight blush. She almost looks shy, as you continue to rub her ass through no agency of your own.

Your hands leave them and you know why as the voice says, "Alright enough, let's move to yoga. You should be flexible." After another series of short stretches, your voice starts with rather mundane poses like downward dog and other simple poses. Your hands find their way to their bodies, as you instruct them with things like, Sephora, raise your back a bit more, Rebecca, tuck in your legs more. Your hands help them, rubbing along their bodies, along innocuous places. But soon, you find your hands dancing along their stomachs, along their lower backs, the bottom parts of their thighs. The pattern is clear, as the 'help' converges on their most intimate places.

"Alright, now the next pose is called, Ananda Balasana. It is tough, but I believe you can do it." The girls start hesitantly, due to the difficulty of the pose, but your perspective shifts, as you are above Olivia. The pose involves them holding their toes while on their backs, spreading their legs wide. Being above her, it can't help but conjure the image of missionary in your mind. A fact not helped as you 'help' her. Your phantom hands find her thighs toward the top, pushing them more fully outward. "That's good Olivia. You're doing great." Olivia looks up, almost directly at your face, as she looks angry, but as she feels a finger rub along the clamp, her eyes go down, losing any fight. She clearly feels your hands, just inches from her most private place and on her punished breast. But soon you are gone. To Sephora. You watch as your hands also spread her thighs, as she looks up, her face a mix of lust and reticence. Throughout, if you had to categorize it, Sephora had enjoyed the kinky workout, the little teasing things, though she still had enough presence of mind to question every step. Then to Rebecca, your hands rubbing her inner thighs, as she smiles, clearly enjoying every moment, every sensation. You feel her thigh buck under your hand, almost showing off, wanting more.

And then, you are back up front, telling them to take something called the cat pose. They get on their hands and knees, raising their upper bodies. It doesn't seem sexual. Until you are behind them, your hand on Rebecca's breast, your phantom cock rubbing against the material between her legs. Rebecca fully moans, her hips rubbing back against your cock, clearly wanting it. Sephora doesn't resist, as you move to her, but doesn't thrust her body toward you. Still, as your hand moves to pull at her nipple, she releases a light moan. It is only with Olivia that she jumps up. "No, I'm not going to play your games, you sick fucks. You're going to have to..."

Your hand, pulls down her bottoms, her ass revealed to the air. Your hand slaps her ass, only for her to jump forward, shifting, only for your hands to find her ass again, before your hands pull her inward, your cock rubbing against her now naked ass cheek. "Hmm, well, I could keep punishing you. Or have that little workout session..." Olivia looks up, scared, before settling down. But that is not enough, as now her bottoms disappear, leaving her naked from the waist down. Your hands roam her body again, and she bites her lip as she takes it, now the humiliation even greater as your naked phantom cock rubs against her naked clit.

Countless other poses come, each more sexual than the last. Until finally, the voice says, "Ok, good. Now, let's stretch to finish off the workout. Olivia, get on the floor, you'll help them stretch." Olivia lays down as she is commanded, and Sephora stands above her. The voice directs her to massage various places, starting low and moving up. But as her hands reach there, Olivia feels a drop hit her face. Stretching like this caused a little bit of your cum from earlier to leak out, which now seeps through the diaphanous material, dropping onto Olivia. As Olivia starts to shift, you feel your hands on her hips, pinning her with your excessive strength. "You're not done. Finish up Olivia." Olivia looks angry, uncomfortable, and countless other things, but her hands move up, rubbing Sephora's aching muscles. By the time she is done, a few more drops have fallen on her face.

She can't escape, as your powerful hands hold her, as Rebecca is ordered to replace her. The same leg massage follows, a similar revelation waiting for her. Rebecca is wet, the manhandling during the yoga enough that her horniness wets the lycra between her legs. It doesn't drip, but as her hands massage, Rebecca moans, and in a way, that is it's own torment.

Finally, the voice indicates that Sephora and Rebecca should return the favor. Their hands rub along her muscles as she lays pinned where you have pinned her to the floor. Only for you to feel your cock rub against her entrance, against her clit. Olivia looks up, only to hide her face in her hands. "No, please, I did what you asked, please, don't." Olivia won't tell them the humiliation she suffers, to broadcast something so humiliating, and Sephora and Rebecca don't move, clearly unwilling to get involved. But then, it stops.

"Alright ladies, good job today. Next, Olivia will go to the kitchen, while Sephora will have free time before lunch. Rebecca, stay in here, you have another personal session coming for you." You are back in your position, and then you are not there. You are back in the room with Erica. Or rather, you are you again. With the memories of that incorporeal self.