Time to get pumping... I mean pumped

PK sighed as DJ drove towards the gym. The entity began to sound more and more sullen as the pair got closer to their destination. Trying to find a way to broker some peace and perhaps escape even worse fates, DJ spoke to the **** in his mind. “What’s wrong? You sound kinda like I should right now.”

Another mental sigh was heard before PK spoke again. ‘Well, to start, I got the boring ass sex. Fucking handjobs? What the hell? No one likes handjobs! It is like the consolation prize of sex.’ The anger in the ****’s voice was loud inside of DJ’s mind as he drove the jeep towards the large two story gym. He assumed the entity meant for him to head there because it was the place that his whole family had memberships.

The voice in his mind continued on in a loud and increasingly annoyed voice. ‘Then, even when we do get enough votes for the asshole to pay attention to us, they just ignore us while they go and play with their other favorite realities! It’s all just so…disrespectful.’

DJ nodded along. “Yeah, weird how someone taking over your life and making shitty decisions you hate and forcing you to go along with them sucks huh?”

The sensation of PK nodding along in oblivious agreement felt strange to DJ. As the vehicle pulled into the parking lot for the gym that was open for all twenty-four hours of the day, PK again took control and **** him to park in a spot that would require DJ to strut past the windows that all of the treadmills and other cardio equipment faced out of. ‘Totally! Fuck it, if people are going ignore us, let’s do what we can to make them not ignore us!’

DJ gulped as he closed the door behind him and began to walk towards the front door of the building. Deciding it would be best if he sped past the viewports, he began to walk as quickly as his stiletto clad feet could carry him. This quick walk caused his breasts and ass to wobble up and down as he strode along with as much of a purpose as he could. The completely unsupportive sports bra and the tiny shorts did more to bring attention to his body than to hide anything. The thin material up to let his hard nipples poke through, signaling to everyone just how horny he was made to look.

Stepping through the door, the wave of air conditioning dropped over the scantily clad boy and a shiver rose up his spine. His steps attempted to carry him past the desk before a voice brought his attention back. “Miss? I’m sorry, you need to check in.”

Turning to look, DJ’s fears were confirmed when he saw Sara standing behind the desk. The black haired girl was a year older and gorgeous. Her perfect body and cute face made her a fixture at the front desk. DJ had even asked her out once, only for her to reveal that she was in a relationship. With a woman. It had been easy to laugh off the embarrassment of being turned down at the time. Now, it left him wondering if he had a chance with her due to his current appearance.

Looking down, DJ’s eyes scanned over his tiny outfit and he realized there was no way he had brought a card to check in with. ‘I gotchu boo.’ PK spoke up and used DJ’s body to reach out and scan the small card attached to the keychain for his sister’s jeep. The beeping sound let them know he had successfully checked in.

A second beep caught both his and Sara’s attention. Her eyes scanned to the computer and a grin crossed her face. “Wow, looks like you are the 100th customer today! We are running a program where every one hundred people, we give out a free trainer session to! Looks like you won DJ.” Sara’s eyes went wide as she recognized the name and her gaze shot back up to scrutinize the form in front of her. “Oh, wow. Ummm, I didn’t recognize you.”

DJ cringed as he realized that PK had sold him out. The entity must have **** the reader to recognize his card instead of his sister’s. “Yeah, ummm, just trying something new.” Reaching up, he brushed his hair back behind his ear with a long nailed hand.

Sara’s grin at the sight of it surprised him as she gave his look another glance, her eyes pausing momentarily on the obvious cock cage present under his tiny shorts. “Interesting. Well, Miss, you can choose from any of our three trainers today. Of course you could select me…” Sara let that option hang in the air for a moment before she went on. “You can select Gina.” Motioning to her right with her thumb, she pointed out a beautiful amazon of a woman. Easily over six foot tall, her muscles had muscles.

DJ’s eyes focused on the tall muscle mommy across the gym as the woman casually moved forty-five pound plates with a single hand. It wasn’t just her frame that caught his eye, but the fact that tight yoga pants distended from an enormous bulge of a cock.

Turning back to look at Sara, DJ gulped. “Uhh, who is the third?” It wasn’t so much to find out who the other was as he was fairly certain he wanted to work with Sara if he could, as it was to move past the scary woman in the back of the room.

Just as Sara was about to answer, a huge man stepped up to join Sara at the desk. “Hey there Miss, with how long you and Sara here have been chatting I’m going to assume you are the winner for today. My name’s Jack, I’d love to be the one to help work out every muscle in that body.” The man’s lecherous eyes scrolled across DJ’s body and left DJ feeling like a rack of meat on a hook.

Sara reached out and stroked his arm and smiled. “So, Miss, who will it be?”