Private training (Patreon)

"Hey there, handsome," Candy approached the trainer, tilting her head to the side, unable to wipe that silly grin off her face. 'What the hell... again?! I just wanted a break from all this crap in this damn gym!' Candy thought, but the words kept spilling from her lips, "Can you help me with this exercise? You're so strong..."

The trainer looked up, slightly surprised by Candy’s abrupt approach. Her bright smile, which hadn’t left her face, seemed contagious, although a bit strange. She stood before him in a tight blue outfit, one she already hated, but it was the only somewhat modest workout gear she had left.

"Uh, hi, Miss?" the trainer hesitated, still a bit stunned by her sudden flirting.

'Miss? Of course, how else would it be...' Candy fumed inwardly, but the smile on her face only grew wider. She hated how her life had changed ever since she made that stupid wish. Once, as Mike, he never could’ve imagined becoming… Candy! Back then, it had all seemed like an innocent joke, and Mike had just wished for a dumb blonde to always be around him, smiling and eager for sex.

"Oh, come on! Don’t be so formal," she drawled flirtatiously, throwing him an innocent glance. "I’m Candy," she added, feeling Mike’s inner voice choke with horror.

"I just… uh…" Candy giggled nervously, her lips stretching into an even bigger grin, as if against her will. "I wanted you to help me with these weights. I can’t manage on my own..." She casually ran her hand down her thigh, even flirting with her own gesture. But inside, she screamed in horror, 'Damn it, stop! I don’t want to say this!'

The trainer cleared his throat, clearly trying to gather his thoughts, but was a little taken aback by Candy’s forwardness. His eyes lingered on her body for a moment before he composed himself.

"Well… sure," he replied, blushing slightly. "Let’s check your technique first. You should feel it working your back and legs. And… don’t forget to breathe." His voice was almost professional, but Candy could feel her body leaning closer, as if trying to steer the conversation in a completely different direction.

'No, no, no… just stop. Stop flirting!' she begged herself, but it was pointless.

"Oh, you’re so thoughtful," Candy’s voice was soft and enticing. Her hands wrapped around the dumbbells, and she arched her back to show off her curves in the best possible light. "Can you help me a little more? I’m just a girl, and these things are so hard..." Her voice sounded so naïve that Mike felt disgusted with himself.

The trainer took a deep breath, understanding where this was going. After a brief pause to consider his plans for the evening, he smirked and glanced at the cameras recording everything.

"Well, if it’s that hard for you, Candy," the trainer grinned slightly, stepping closer. "Let me help you with the right technique, so everything stays under control."

'What?! No, get away from me, you don’t understand!' She pulled the trainer even closer.

"Oh, yes, help me! I’m so weak..." Candy’s voice was dripping with sweetness, and her body seemed to move on autopilot. Inside, Mike could barely hold back a scream, 'This isn’t me! This isn’t what I wanted!'

The trainer stepped closer, carefully placing his hands on her hips, showing her how to balance properly.

"There, Candy, just keep your back straight. Relax your shoulders and breathe deeply."

'God, this is ridiculous... I need to leave before I—' But the trainer had already leaned in closer to adjust her posture, his hands lingering on her waist longer than they should have. Candy could feel his breath on her neck, and her body responded as if it were programmed to.

"That’s perfect," the trainer whispered softly, his voice barely a whisper but loud enough to feel far too intimate to Candy. 'No, not like this! Stop!' She was nearly choking on fear and disgust, realizing where the situation was heading. She already knew how this would end.

"Oh, you’re so close," Candy cooed flirtatiously, her hand automatically reaching out to lightly touch his shoulder. "Want to see what else I can do?" She playfully winked, her lips almost brushing the trainer's as she shaped them into a heart, as if preparing for a kiss.

The trainer, unable to resist, squeezed her butt, causing Candy to flinch slightly, but the grin on her face only grew wider.

"Is there like, you know, a place for private training?" Candy purred. She couldn’t stop the flow of words, even as Mike’s voice inside continued to scream, but quieter and quieter, blending into the relentless thoughts and desires. 'Damn it, no! Stop!'

"Yeah, there is… we can go there and work on your technique," the trainer whispered into Candy’s ear, his hands gripping her hips more firmly. He leaned in closer, and Candy could feel his breath quicken.

'This is a nightmare,' Candy groaned inwardly, not even understanding why it was a nightmare anymore, or why she felt that way.

"Oh, that sounds..." Candy giggled flirtatiously, her eyes gleaming. "So… intriguing," she added, her hand casually sliding over his chest, and Mike’s voice was now barely audible, as her body burned with desire.