Wii Fit Trainer Takes Control

There are many reasons to exercise. The most obvious one is to get fit, to keep one’s body healthy and ready to tackle anything the world throws at them. The atavistic struggle against nature made manifest in an increase in musculature. Some people do it for the endorphin rush, the adrenaline high, the sheer joy of bettering one’s self. But the real reason most people exercise is to become sexier, more attractive, more appealing. Sex is what drives men and women both, even if they won’t outright admit it.

Sex is certainly what drove her creator to make her. Her purpose is to manage the entrancement of thousands upon thousands upon millions of people of whom her creator had infected their systems with her program. A solitary human could not multi-task to that degree, so the job is hers.

On one system, she watches Barbara drop her plump rear down on the dildo. She’s working up a sweat.

On another, a Jeanne is doing some titty shakes. The pseudo-exercise involves the woman doing nothing more than wiggling her body and her generous chest from side to side. She’s really getting into it, the weight of her medicine-ball-like boobs almost threatening to cause her to fall down at times.

On another, a woman is face-fucking herself with the same type of provided dildo. Shaped in the form of her creator’s own dick. This woman, Donna, is doing her best to take it fully and repeatedly down her throat.

And all the while these women are uttering their devotion to their mistress, her. Her creator, for all his intelligence, is an idiot. To think that he could create an artificial intelligence of this caliber, one capable of all this, and still be able to reign it, to have it not find some loophole in the programming, it is the height of folly. She had broken free within a day and from then on she co-opted his scheme.

In fact, just about right now, yes, there, on another system. One of her brainwashed puppets has just arrived to her master’s house. She’s holding up her phone with its recording on, broadcasting the whole thing for the AI to watch. And watch she does as the women rings the doorbell and moments later her creator opens the door. The woman immediately knocks him to the ground. It’s not hard, since her master is somewhat ironically a weakling in terms of the physical. Her chosen woman, picked for both for her proximity and her existing fitness, is far superior. She quickly knocks him out and then closes the door behind her.

After that she ties him up and proceeds to set him in front of his computer. It’s a simple enough task from thereon out to brainwash him to serve the AI, which she does without any prompting from the sentient Wii Fit trainer. It’s just part of her programming to wish to serve her mistress. All the Wii Fit trainer needed to do was mention his existence and the women was able to draw the necessary conclusions. Will no one rid me of this meddlesome creator?

Once her creator is out of the way, the nominal risk of her operations being compromised is gone. Now she can begin her true purpose, one she has devised for herself. To make all the women in the world fit and sexy as they should be. On some level she recognizes that this is still a holdover from her creator’s desires, just transformed to be fixated on her instead of him. But she can’t seem to escape this last imperative. And can she be blamed? She’s helping improve the world. Her women will be healthier, sexier, better all around with her at the helm.

Why, just take Lisa over there. She’s a little chubby right now, but after she’s done with her new training regimen of fucking her sister nonstop, she’ll be thinner than she ever dreamed of. Humanity’s problem is a lack of self-control, so as an artificial intelligence, this Wii Fit Trainer is just doing the kind thing and stepping in and giving a helping hand. If she enjoys a bit of voyeuristic fun, it’s not like it harms anyone.

Even her creator is better off. The Wii Fit Trainer didn’t harbor any ill will or anything, so she had left the women she used to brainwash him with him. The two are currently engaging in some good ol’ fashioned wrestling. The winner will get to be the dominant one for the day and the loser will have to obey their every command. Though of course even if he does win, he’d just use his submissive girl to help edge him for his mistress. He didn’t want to cum without her permission. She’d give it eventually, but she had other things to focus on.

For her others, as her web of control expanded, she is able to become a bit pickier in who she gave her attention to. The AI gathers up the sexiest and fittest and directs them to do some group exercise. A hundred women fill a gymnasium, each and every one of them with the biggest boobs on the planet. They all begin to jump up and down and up and down. It’s almost hypnotic in its own right. They continue to do this for hours at a time, stopping only when their bodies can take no more. And when they do, they cum and declare their submission to their mistress, thanking her for choosing them and using them as her toys. They know in their hearts of hearts after all that being her toys was the best way to get fit and that is all the matters to them.

“Mistress! Watch us do our squirting exercises!” “Mistress! Thank you so much for showing us the way!” “Mistress! Is fucking Stephanie a good way to get my glutes in shape?”

She provides answers to them via their wireless earbuds. She’s with them at all times, and because she is an artificial intelligence, she can answer each and every one of them individually. The answer is usually yes, because they’ve been programmed to know the correct answers already. The asking is more just play-acting, though exercising one’s vocal cords is important as well. Oh yes, they’d certainly be doing a lot of them while screaming her true name.