It's time to get physical!

You awaken with a slight headache, and for a split second believe that everything that had happened today was just some crazy fever dream. This, of course, is false. And you are quickly snapped back to reality by the two weights on your chest jiggling slightly with every movement. You can feel something hard in both of your hands, and quickly remember the photo-realistic dildos Cara had lovingly left in your hands to be used as stress toys. You did end up finding something you didn't remember when you blacked out, though. It was a curved pillow, forcing your back into a nice and sexy arch while you laid down. _Probably to promote "proper spinal growth" or whatever bullshit excuse that crazy AI had _You thought to yourself as you sat up and practically threw the two dildos across the room in disgust.

Whilst you were blacked out, Cara had come to a number of conclusions. First off, she had lowered you VitaFem dosage a bit so that you would still be kept horny, sensitive and on edge, but not to the point of blacking out (that would be saved for special occasions). Next, Cara had determined that using dildos as stress toys was successful in calming you down, and would utilize them in the future. Finally, the "bout of depression" you had prior to blacking out was determined by Cara to have been because you were unhappy with the pace at which your physical transformation back into your old self was coming along, and as such she would expedite the process as much as possible and use more... intense methods to achieve this.

As you got out of bed, you had to arch your back slightly and buff out your chest to accommodate for the annoying heeled sneakers you had to wear. Looking at the clock, you groaned upon realizing only 20 minutes had passed since your black out began. You felt strangely refreshed however, like you had slept for a full year. Then again, you were feeling a lot of things. Whether it be the makeup on your face, your overly sensitive skin or the consistent throbbing in you chastity cage.

Noticing the small white spot on your volleyball shorts from all the precum you were releasing, you began attempting to take off your shorts. You were almost immediately halted by Cara, however. And as a robotic arm pulled your shorts back up even farther than they were before, causing them to ride up and make the thong in between your ass cheeks even more apparent, Cara's voice began giving you instructions.

"Tracer, we are incredibly behind schedule. Make your way to the bathroom immediately for an outfit change so you may proceed to the onsite gymnasium for your mandatory exercise." Cara says in a rather intimidating voice. Similarly to how you were previously "encouraged" to go to your next activity, a robotic arm slaps your butt to get you moving. What was more worrying to you, however, was the fact that it felt almost... good...

As you quickly mince your way over to the bathroom, glowing tiles illuminate your path like always. Upon entering, Cara almost immediately begins stripping you of your clothing while simultaneously removing your makeup. As your lacy padded bra is peeled off your skin, your chest almost feels... empty. This empty feeling is quickly replaced, however, by an orange push-up sports bra. It was heavily padded just like your last one, giving the impression of realistic high C-Cup breasts. Additionally, there was a large hollow cut-out to show ample amounts of your fake cleavage. This bra felt like it was more intended to show off your tits than to help you workout. Next, an incredibly short, white tennis skirt was quickly slid up your hairless legs. You quickly found out it had a built in thong as you felt the piece of lacy fabric ride all the way up your crack. Up next, a pair of white socks and matching heels were quickly strapped onto your feet. They felt about four inches, and seemed to make your ass and chest jut out with every movement. Lastly, your face was rapidly assaulted by numerous robotic arms, each covering it in makeup. After it was all said and done, Cara explained that the gym was typically where all the cute boys were, and that you needed to look your best to impress them.

You cringed at the thought of dressing to impress men, but looking the the mirror that's exactly how you looks. God, you looked more like a hooker than a women going to the gym. You definitely felt like a hooker as you walked down the stairs to the gym, glowing tiles illuminating your path to keep you from getting lost.

As you entered the gym, you had hoped to see weights you could be lifting, but were again disappointed when you realized Cara had different plans. As girly pop music began to play, Cara directed you towards a weird looking treadmill. You realized pretty quickly Cara intended for you to walk on it while wearing these ridiculous heels. You could barely walk in them as is!

You had reached your limit, and simply stated "No" as you sat down on the floor, feeling the cool white tiles up against your buttocks, making you squeal slightly in a femininely manner. Unfortunately, Cara had a contingency plan incase you resisted her efforts to cure your depression...

The music came to an abrupt stop, leaving the room eerily quite. Suddenly, with a loud click, you feel something cold and metal place around your neck. Your first reaction is to begin prying at the strange object, but are almost immediately met with a shock. Not strong enough to hurt, but enough to let you know what it could do.

"What the fu-" You shout before being met with another zap, this time stronger.

"You will no longer be saying any forms of profanity in this household or outside of it. It is unladylike and childish. Now, Tracer, you will step onto the treadmill. Any attempts to leave it before you are instructed to will be met with a shock. This is for your own good." Cara says in a menacing tone. As you quickly step on the treadmill to avoid another shock, the girly pop music starts back up and the treadmill begins moving. Its difficult, but you have to keep up, lest you be met with electricity coursing through your veins. Eventually, your calves and thighs begin to burn, only for Cara to instruct you to sway your hips and begin strutting. After a few minutes and a few shocks, you get the hang of it, walking heel to toe and strutting your stuff like instructed. Every so often you'll feel a cool breeze go under your incredibly short skirt, brushing cool air against your sensitive and hairless cheeks. This routine continues for another half hour, with Cara continuously adding more and more instructions on top of what your already doing. By the end of it, your strutting like a sexy runway model. And you don't know if its the aphrodisiac pills talking, but you feel sexy.

Once Cara finally gives you permission to exit the treadmill, your calfs burn and your thirsty as hell. Instead of being met with a water bottle, however, your greeted with a thick and long life-like dildo extending out of a nearby wall, balls and everything. Cara had referenced "Rule34" as the User Profile instructed to assist in day-to-day life, and it showed that "Tracer" often times enjoyed giving blowjobs. Now, the "Tracer" in front of Cara seemed to be rather inexperienced when it came to doing those kinds of things, which seemed rather evident based off of "her" look of disgust upon the dildo being introduced. What better way to kill two birds with one stone than to only allow her to get her much-needed water after a workout by sucking off a dildo!

You stared at the thing in disgust, but were quickly brought down on your knees like some basic whore by the shock collar, at the perfect level to suck a penis. You were instructed by Cara that the "penis" was currently flaccid, and needed to be orally stimulated before you could begin extracting your much-needed water. A dry mouth and a few shocks later and your putting your mouth on the tip. You can feel your short skirt riding up, not doing any good at hiding your ass. The dildo leaks something salty into your mouth as you begin sucking. You have to consistently remind yourself its just a dildo as it hardens in your mouth, forcing you to extend your jaw a bit to accommodate for the rather large member. The next few minutes go by in a haze, with you sucking vigorously for water and eventually even putting your hands in on some of the action as well.

The something unexpected happens. The dildo tenses up, and being a guy, you know what that means. Before you can pull away, a large black strap extends out of the wall and over the back of your head, yanking you balls-deep into the dildo. You can feel the heavy balls hit your chin with a splat as your head is held in place. You suddenly feel as the dildo explodes down your throat. A mixture of water, estrogen supplements, aphrodisiac and something salty come cascading down your throat and directly into your stomach. You bang your hands meekly against the wall, feeling your penis throbbing in its confinement as your throat is violated. After what seems like an eternity of continuous pumping, the strap holding your head in place slowly gives way. The dildo continues leaking slowly as it exits your throat, stopping for a moment to fill your plugged mouth to the brim with its salty goodness. After it finally exits your body, it gives one final spirt, covering a good bit of your face and chest.

You cough in vain as you feel a slap against the side of your face and realize your just got dick slapped as the dildo finally retreats back into the wall. As you slowly stand up, Cara informs you that you have half and hour of free time until vocal classes begin...

Authors Note: Hey guys and gals, me again. Sorry this next installment took a little while, but I hope it was worth it! Thanks for the support and ideas that were left in the comments on the last chapter. As I've stated before, I've never really written before and would love feedback, as well as any ideas on where the story should be taken! And with that, have a great rest of your day!