Fit Girl, with a Twist!

Starting in shock at the options before me, I struggle to consider what might be the least bad option. Fit Girl was probably the best one I could end up with, but even that one would be forcing me to put myself out in public every day in skimpy outfits. Out in public when everyone knows I’m a helpless marionette. Heart sinking as I consider the other options, I barely register my movements until I’m clutching Jack once again. Hands rubbing up and down his body, he gives me a nod and I reflexively whip my head away from him. He chuckles a little, while I helplessly wrap my legs around his thigh.

“And the winner is- Free to Enjoy! Looks like I’ll be able to return the favor to our lovely contestant soon!”

Great, the little bit of hope I gained when I had finally pushed Chrissi away from me is gone. I thought that maybe I could have some hope of not being molested constantly, but I was naïve wasn’t I? Heart sunken, I stare up at Jack, pleading with tears in my eyes and grabbing his shirt voluntarily this time.

“Please Jack, isn’t there something else? Are you sure I can’t just get, Fit Girl? Or something else? Please, I’ll do anything.” I don’t know what I could do for Jack that he doesn’t already have, but I don’t know what else to do. I can’t just go out and be some free use doll for anyone who wants me. Legs shaking and eyes welling up, Jack looks completely unmoved, in fact maybe even reveling in my situation.

“See audience, this is the kind of drama we live for!” A cheer behind me shows that I’m truly alone in this situation right now. Since when did everyone involved get so mean spirited? What did I miss? I know I didn’t ever really watch the show, but I at least did a little research before signing my life away.

“Now I understand, but you did sign up for this, and whatever happens- I’m sorry what was that?” Jack reaches up to adjust his ear piece, with a look of momentary confusion on his face. Barely a second goes by before he picks up his trained smile again. “A-ha! I see.” Addressing me again, I have no idea what to make of this, but my hopes start to rise. Could this be some kind of intervention? I don’t know how it could get worse, the changes I’ve gotten are already rock bottom.

“Good news Kate! It looks like Fit Girl did win after all!” Jack says, putting his arm around my back in a half hug. Is this serious?

I start crying again, but this time just from the sheer relief. I was being punished still, Fit Girl wasn’t exactly great. Looking at the silver lining though, I know I’ll end up being much healthier and could end up appreciating the results, even if the way I get there is distasteful. Being a thin nerd, I’m not even close to overweight, but I definitely lack athleticism. Maybe this won’t be a gain for my life, but it at least won’t possibly destroy it like Free to Enjoy would have.

“Oh my god, thank you!” I almost shout at Jack, who has the biggest smile I’ve ever seen him wearing. Someone at this show has mercy in their heart it seems.

“Glad to see you in such a good mood! I was just on the radio with the jurors who shared the news, and I’m thrilled to see you so enthused! Now, we do have a schedule to keep, so I’ll have to get the demonstration ready.”

“Hey!” Feeling a tug on the back of my head, my eyes bulge out as my hips twist me around to face the audience. Legs taking long strides, I look back at Jack who had abruptly took hold of my reins.

“Do you have to do it like this? You could have just asked…” Shame once again fills me as I’m walked over to the elevated front podium on the stage. Almost like a diving board, this is the closest you can get to the crowd, many people within 15 feet or so of me. Standing there with my legs spread wide apart and back arched, I naturally attempt to move into a more comfortable position when my body fails to move. Looking back at my handler, the shame digs deeper as I realize just like Chrissi, he would prefer me on a short lease.

“Jack? Could you, um.” Gulping, I pause a moment. “…let go of my hair…?” I hear someone shout from the crowd, barely able to make out some cry of disapproval at the prospect.

“Why Kate? This way you don’t need to do anything, you just let me take control!”

“It’s…humiliating…please, just let me move how I want….” Pleading to him while trying to **** back my shame, Jack puts his finger to his mouth for a moment.

“Sorry Kate, but I think humiliation is just something you’ll have to learn to live with!” The truth of that statement digs deep. “But, since you asked nicely I’ll let you go.” Releasing my hair, I let out a sigh of relief as my back finally relaxes.

“…Thank you…” I say meekly, which Jack seems to completely ignore.

“Now that we’re ready- techs, make your magic!” Feeling the collar at work once again, I take a look at myself when I remember this one isn’t actually changing my body outright. I’ll be the one changing my body, slowly over time. I don’t exactly know what the means, but an hour a day is far more than I’ve ever done, so this might be a rough transition period as I get used to the lifestyle. Only thing I’m dreading is whatever it means by skimpy outfits. Do I even own any skimpy workout gear?

“Kate, if you would turn around? I would turn you around but you told me you didn’t like that.” Ignoring the second half of his statement, I see an employee handing me two small pieces of fabric blue fabric. Confused, I step forwards and take hold of them, and as he walks away I realize they’re tiny lycra shorts and a sports bra.

…I guess this is my workout outfit now. Holding the shorts out, I doubt these will cover much, and I’ve never been a fan of booty shorts before. At least my ass will be covered, but this is far shorter than I've worn before. The sports bra seems fairly standard, although I've never worn _just _a sports bra before. Done inspecting the clothes, I place them on the floor in front of me and go to untie my shoes. Wait, what am I doing!

Alarms start blaring in my head as the audience starts hollering, and in a state of panic look behind me to see if I’m being puppeted right now. All I see is Jack standing a few paces behind me, and I give him a look of pure panic.

“Jack, wh- what’s going on? Why am I undressing?” Shoes fully removed, I remain bent over as my thumbs go under the waist of my pants. Closing my eyes as my hands push them down, I hear the audience roar as my white panties come into view. Tearing up, I step out of my pants, and only open my eyes when my compulsion needs them to find the shorts.

“Why, this is just the demonstration of course! We can’t have a punishment without the demonstration, that’ll be a poor show!” My hands now griping the edge of my shirt, I quietly beg myself to stop but am completely ignored as my shirt and bra are yanked up. I’ve never thought my chest was all that impressive, but the audience eats it up as my modest handfuls are revealed. Tears streaming down my face as I’m showcased for possibly millions of viewers, my body finds the bra’s bright color through my blurry vision and slips it on.

Finally wearing a complete outfit, I feel my heart beating out of my chest and realize I need to collect myself. Just keep taking deep breaths. It’s over, and hopefully nothing like that ever happens again. Wiping my tears, I sit down on the floor with my legs spread, the coolness of the stage readily apparent through the thin fabric of my shorts. Confused about why I’m down here, the answer is given to me quickly as I reach for my toes.

Oh God, do I reach for them. I’ve been doing this stretch every other day in gym class, but being the unathletic nerd I am, I never really cared to exert myself. I just got to a few inches behind my toes and that was fine with me. Now, my body was REALLY going for it. I’ve never felt my muscles stretch to that degree before, and it wasn’t something I was ready for in the slightest. Grunting slightly, my instinct to reel back is denied as my body remains squared focused on the stretch.

“Now that the demonstration is truly on its way, a few words about this punishment. Normally, Kate won’t be stripping herself down and then working out on the spot. Normally however, Kate isn’t on a show, so we bent the rules a bit and triggered her workout manually! Any other day, she’ll be able to pick when and where she works out, and plan getting changed accordingly. At least, her subconscious will!” Getting up on my feet and lunging side to side to continue my warmup, I’m extremely relieved to hear that the stripping was a one-time deal. I don’t think I’d ever get used to doing that every day.

“Techs? We’re pressed for time, could you accelerate her workout a bit?” No more than a few seconds after I hear that, I take a wide stance and start doing squats. “Now as said before, Kate will primarily be focusing her workout on her lower body. This is a body change after all, but the fun is in how her body gets there too! Before she knows it, she’ll have a wonderfully toned ass and strong legs!” Ok, this really isn’t that bad. The workout gear seemed worse at first than it feels now, and while my muscles definitely aren’t used to being called on like this, that strain will go away over time. For now, I’m already slightly winded barely two minutes in, but this will only get better over time. I don’t know what happened backstage, but I’m not going to question this act or mercy.

“Ok, that’s enough!” Barely after hearing Jack’s words, I collapse from my stance and fall onto the stage. The audience cheers, but noticeably less strong than before. It seems that despite my joy at the punishment change, many of them are disappointed in this outcome.

“Come on Kate, we have a show to finish!” Before I can react, Jack reaches for my hair yet again and forces my tired body to get up on my feet. Closing my eyes as I feel the tug, I just ignore his manipulations as I clench my jaw and wait for it to be over. I let my breath go when I feel my hair fall back behind me, but my relief is short lived as my ass backs up into him almost immediately.

“So Kate, how do you like the punishment?” My head several inches below him and leaning up into his shoulder, I grind into him as he holds the mic to me. With these shorts on, I can feel a lot more of what’s going on behind me, so I do my best to block those details out.

“It’s….exhausting. I don’t ever want to undress like that again!...But, I think I can live with this.”

“Glad to hear, I’m sure you’ll get used to it in no time! Any goals for your work outs?”

“I…just want to get them over with without being touched by anyone. At least this is much better than the free use punishment would have been.” Jack tilts his head at me with that last statement.

“OH! I guess I didn’t make that clear! You didn’t get Fit Girl instead of Free to Enjoy! You got Fit Girl in addition to Free to Enjoy!” My heart plummets further than ever before. How does that happen? The crowd erupts in applause at this revelation, while I stand there in shock and horror, rubbing my lycra clad ass into him.

“But-but-…How!?” This whole time, I thought I had gotten off easy, yet I had two punishments on the way all along!

“Well you see everyone-“ Jack turns to the address the crowd, looking over me. I turn myself around and bury my face into his chest, hiding myself from the world. “-turns out there was a problem with the voting. People were able to select multiple answers for some reason! The jurors took a look at the results, and rather than redo the vote, they took a look at it with the power of MATH! You see, all of you here are really just a stand-in for the audience at home. Keeping in mind that you’re all just a small sample of the total viewers, the jurors concluded that with how close the votes ended up being, it was statistically equivalent to a four-way tie! So Kate, you didn’t just get Fit Girl and Free to Enjoy! You also got Hips Won’t Lie Still and Assvertising!”

I can’ t believe this. Just when the only positive thing from this show has happened. I’ve never seen anything like this before, it almost feels like the show is just cheating to try and humiliate me as much as possible. Unable to stop the tears, I finally reveal my face again to plead with Jack one more time.

“Please, please, please don’t do this. This is crazy, I won’t be able to live like this!” Jack glances down on me from addressing the audience, and almost looks like he’s pitying me. That expression passes quickly.

“Come on Kate! This isn’t anything you can’t handle, you’re a strong woman! Hold yourself together, you thought the same thing about the last round!” It’s true, this punishment forcing me to grind my pussy into his leg felt the same way before. It’s absolutely bad, awful, horrible and life shattering. But I can soldier on; I have to I don't have any choice. Any hope of this being a profitable endeavor is gone at this point, this is just a matter of survival. I’ll handle this.

“That’s better, you got this! Now, if you’ll please walk to the front of the stage again so we can finish this round and send you home!” Yes, home sounds very good right now. With shaking legs, I step over to the front again, just like I had been rudely positioned by Jack earlier. Focusing on my breathing, I calm myself down a little. This is just how the show is, this is the risk I took. And God, did it not pay off.

“Ready to go!” I hear Jack call from behind me. With scattered cheers from the audience, the collar hums around my neck once again.