The new gym routine

With such a wealth of members and the resources that brought, there was no need for the conspiracy to rush. Their target could be moulded and shaped over time like a bonsai tree. Unwanted actions, appearances, maybe even thoughts could be deflected back onto the new correct path and the goal of making this no-nonsense, workaholic, brunette into a giggling, bubblegum chewing, ditzy blonde could be pursued relentlessly, even if slowly.

The first alteration was to Linda's morning gym routine. She was nothing if not punctual and so it took less people than the conspiracy expected to subtly influence her exercises. Whenever she arrived, clad in her too sensible black leggings and college hoodie, her normal rowing machines and treadmills would be occupied. Or there would be a class on using them. Or an out of order note taped across the kit.

Oddly enough, resistance machines that focused on her thighs and rear and pectorals were always free! And so more and more Linda found her routine drifted towards those.

As the weeks progressed, she gained little weight, still being a dedicated gym-goer, but her body type was slowly influenced by her core activities. Hard abs became slightly softer. Her rear became slightly rounder as the muscles grew a little more pronounced. Her thighs a little rounder. What was weird, though was how little muscle tone she seemed to put on her arms or shoulders... it was almost as if she wasn't actually increasing the resistance on those machines. But that was silly. Surely?