The Infomercial
by MagnusMagneto
(There are a few references/homages to other FMG works/authors and the femmuscle community in general. All done out of total respect and admiration. See how many you get!)
“Welcome folks to the infomercial event of the year!” A tall, attractive woman with bright auburn hair and piercing blue eyes faced the camera with a bright, white smile. She wore skimpy blue workout clothes that left little to the imagination, showcasing her remarkably toned frame. Each and every muscle popped out proudly on her 5’10” frame. Her legs were long like a fashion model’s, but visibly packed with power. Although she lacked the sheer mass of a bodybuilder or physique competitor, with proper dieting, she could likely place highly in a bikini competition. For the time being however, she found decent work as a model for various fitness related products.
“That’s right everyone. We’re broadcasting LIVE to over a dozen TV channels, and we’re joined by a real audience too!” An even taller man stands nearly a head above her. He is comparatively as attractive as she is, sporting close-cropped blonde hair and his own pair of baby blue eyes. The male co-host showed about as little modesty as she does, opting to go completely shirtless, wearing only shorts and shoes. His 6’3” body was impressively ripped. Each muscle was large and sharply defined. He would likely do well in a male physique competition with dietary preparation.
It was immediately evident to nearly any viewer that the duo were chosen primarily for their impressive bodies rather than their acting skills. Their deliveries were stilted, most of what they said read off of teleprompters.
“That’s right Justin” The female said, echoing her co-host “The Power Company is SO confident in its new product, The Brawnafier, that it’s throwing the most expensive infomercial of all time!”
“Indeed Cheryl. Airing to YOU, LIVE, during PRIME-TIME on over a dozen big-name channels!” Justin affirmed.
“So, ladies and gentlemen, are YOU ready to get the body of YOUR dreams?” Cheryl rhetorically asked.
“Chicks, you can get a rockin’ bod like Cheryl here, and boys, you can become a MAN like me!” Justin boasted, flexing his 17 inch bicep. “Feel my arm and compliment it.” Justin said under his breath away from the microphone, a technique he had mastered from ordering others on various infomercials in the past.
Cheryl rolled her eyes and complied. “Hard like a rock!” she announced, digging her fingers into the flesh with no avail.
“Just imagine fellas, turning your girlfriends and wives into sex queens like Cheryl here…” he started, running a finger up the center of her six-pack. Cheryl shot him a freezing glance, but recognized she needed to keep up appearances. “And becoming more and more POWERFUL! Before you know it, they’ll HAVE to obey your every command!”
Cheryl couldn’t believe the comically rampant sexism on display here. She was worried that would cause a lot of viewers to immediately turn their televisions off, but, deep down she knew better. While she had never witnessed someone being this blatant before, she knew that Justin had a reputation among the fitness product industry for doing whatever it took to sell virtually anything; and he had a proven track record.
There was an awkward moment of nothing before a portion of the floor opened, allowing a platform carrying an impressively high-tech gym machine to rise from the ground. A shoddy dry-ice smoke effect embellished the entrance as a questionable selection of colored spotlights highlighted the machine. The audience began to applaud, although there was an obvious delay to their reaction, caused by only clapping after a signal prompted them to.
“Behold, The Brawnafier!” Cheryl exclaimed as she pointed to the machine. Cheesy royalty-free club music played in the background.
The fit co-hosts walked towards the machine. “Give them the details while I turn this baby on.” Justin commanded before pressing some buttons on a touch-screen interface.
“The Brawnafier utilizes bleeding edge technology that you won’t believe exists until you see it for yourself! It, er…” Cheryl lost her place before clearly looking away from the camera to read a prompt. “Not only adapts to your personal level of fitness, but literally beams energy and muscle-building nutrients right into your body!”
Justin glanced over with an incredulous look on his face. “What’s that Cheryl?” He asked. “Beams energy right into your body?”
Cheryl’s eyes grew wide as she glanced around the room, clearly unsure of how to actually respond to that. To her relief, a new prompt quickly appeared with an answer for her. “That’s right! Introducing the Vibro-Nutrition system! Using The Power Company’s patented Vibro-Rays, the Brawnafier will quite literally feed your body with everything it needs to POWER UP.” her delivery of the last two words was stilted, as she was unsure how to read fully capitalized letters out loud from a prompt.
Justin had to glance away from the camera and sneak a smirk. How could anyone possibly believe that was even remotely possible? ‘Not even the most delusional of out of shape soccer mom’s would buy this crock of shit’ he thought, recalling the customers who would buy the various miracle diets and machines he helped peddle through the years.
“And what was that about, uh, the machine ‘adapting’ to your workout?” he asked before poking the screen a few more times.
After another awkward moment, a new prompt came up for Cheryl to read. “That’s right Justin… The Brawnafier features a progressive magnetic resistance system, which means it will quite literally LEVEL UP as you do. The Power Company guarantees that even most superheroes would find themselves challenged at the highest levels of the Brawnafier’s workouts!”
It took all of Justin’s willpower to not burst out from laughter. “Wow Cheryl, that sounds amazing! How much does it all cost?”
“Well…” Cheryl started, trying to preempt the prompt. “You can be the proud owner of a Brawnifier today for the low, low price of…” another moment passed before the prompt finally caught up. Her eyes grew wide upon seeing the text in front of her. She had to shake her head slightly to snap herself out of her stupor. “Just a… mere… three hundred monthly payments of $399!” she blinked rapidly, unsure of if that was some kind of joke or mistake.
“Wow, talk about value!” Justin automatically responded before even mentally registering how much money that was. “That’s just a mere… uh, wait, how much is that exactly Cheryl?”
The auburn haired beauty was already finishing up some quick mental math. “A bit under one hundred twenty thousand dollars.”
“Wow Cheryl. That may sound like a lot, but you know what they say, your health and fitness is the best investment you can make, and with the Brawnafier, you’ll be set for life!” That was a phrase he had used before for other products, so it came quickly and naturally to him. Regardless, he could still barely believe that The Power Company was trying to pull off what he perceived was such a bold scam.
Cheryl was still trying to process what was going on. That amount of money could flat out buy a modest house, or an acre of land in some parts of the country. She wondered if she could personally continue trying to promote this product. The pay was good considering she just had to talk for an hour or two, and she was guaranteed a Brawnafier of her own for free… which would allegedly be a $120,000 value… But she could only imagine someone burying themselves in debt for the remainder of their lives for an overpriced exercise machine.
After another awkward moment of hesitation, Cheryl concluded that if it was actually real, the Vibro-Ray technology would’ve been pretty expensive stuff to develop, and The Power Company was a very legitimate corporation. She decided to give the device a chance. If she felt like it was working, she’d continue with the endorsement. If it was clearly a scam however, she’d publicly warn people to avoid it, even if that could have long-term ramifications for her career.
“Alright Justin, is that thing ready for action?” Cheryl asked, wondering what her co-host was doing over there.
“Err… Almost!” Justin continued poking the screen. After a couple more prods, he quickly unplugged his mic. “Psst. Cheryl. I have no idea how to actually use this thing…” he admitted in a hushed voice, waving her over.
“Uh, hang on folks, sometimes with technology THIS new, you have a few kinks to work out!” she attempted to reassure the audience before turning off her own mic and walking over. “What the hell are you doing Justin? I thought you used the machine before the demonstration.”
“What? No. I thought you did. They told me that it was ‘so simple anyone could master it out of the box’.”
Cheryl shook her head. “They were still working on it when I signed the contract. Told me that it’d be best if I used it for the first time on camera anyways.” she shooed him away from the touchscreen before poking around on it herself. Within a few moments she initiated the machine’s start up process. “What was so hard about that?”
Justin squinted his eyes slightly. “Shut it.” he was painfully self aware of his below average competence with most technology.
Without further hesitation, Cheryl turned her mic back on. “Just for full disclosure everyone, Justin and I are using this machine for the first time in our lives!”
Following the auburn haired woman’s command, the machine sprung to life, rearranging itself to allow a person to walk into it while standing upright. “Now then, from my understanding, I simply have to walk in…” Cheryl explained before doing as she said.
After stepping into the machine, it quickly emitted a green light, scanning her lithe form. “Welcome New User” a robotic voice greeted her. “What is your name?”
“Err, Cheryl.” the fitness model stated.
“Hello, Cheryl.” The machine replied. “I’ve registered you as currently five foot ten inches tall, weighing 157 pounds with 18 percent body fat. Does this sound correct?”
An average woman would have blushed or been embarrassed to have their stats read out loud on national television, but this kind of thing came with Cheryl’s profession. “Yes.” she affirmed.
“Wow Cheryl, you’re already in GREAT shape! Just super. I would like to inform you that I have estimated your StrengthScore to be 91. That puts you in the highly advanced category of your gender! Wow!”
“My, uh, what?” Cheryl asked, bewildered as to what that meant.
“Your StrengthScore is a normalized calculation based off of the average strength of an adult man.
That means 100 is the median average of an adult man from last year. That means you’re almost as strong as the average male schmoe on the street. Congratulations!”
“Uh, thanks?”
“No need to thank me Cheryl, I may seem human, but rest assured, I’m a computer! Next question. What’s your BodyGoal Cheryl?” The machine asked
“Err… to get a good workout?” The model replied, unsure of what the question really meant.
“Based off of your current capabilities, I am granting you access to workout levels one through three. That’s approximately one more levels than the average woman is granted! Great! If you would like to start a workout, simply state which level you would like.”
“Guess I’ll start off light, but not too easy. Level two.”
“Excellent!” The appliance proceeded to shift again, this time assembling a traditional exercise machine’s setup. After it finished, Cheryl took a seat. A pair of robotic arms emerged from behind her to place two monitors in her field of vision. The right-side monitor displayed the exercise it wanted her to perform, while the left-side monitor displayed the current amount of weight resistance.
One of the cameras quickly set itself to get full view of the machine from behind. Cheryl followed along with the monitor’s image and started performing shoulder presses. To her surprise, the weight was roughly the same that she normally used for that exercise. After completing a dozen repetitions, the display instructed her to stop.
“Now beaming nutrients into you as you rest.” The computer explained.
Justin turned away from the camera briefly, turned off his mic and had a small snickering fit. He had to admit the machine put on a good show, but, ‘nutrient beaming’? At least people would be getting a fully functional DEXA scanner from buying this thing – unlike the various ab belts and diet pills he peddled in the past that did next to actual nothing.
Cheryl wasn’t sure if it was a placebo effect, but she could have sworn that she felt… warmer from the machine’s proclaimed nutrient beaming. After a few more seconds of rest, the machine had her perform the exercise again. She continued with this process, performing a full pantheon of algorithm-selected exercises and being ‘beamed nutrients’ in between sets.
“Congratulations on completing your first Brawnafier workout Cheryl! If you want to increase your strength faster, or induce hypertrophy, please choose Level Three next time. Come back anytime! Hope to see you soon!” The voice explained to her.
As Cheryl leapt off of the machine, she felt extremely energized – even more so than when she would take post workout supplements. “Wow, I really got quite the pump there, huh?” she asked before flexing her right arm; a small but defined bicep proudly popped up.
Justin reached over and gave the arm a tough squeeze. “Nice stuff there babe, bet every guy at home is drooling and waiting for the number to call so their girls can get a body like yours.” her limb bended easily to his strong grasp, causing Cheryl to wince slightly.
“Alright tough guy, time for you to show the guys at home what they can expect.”
“That’s right boys at home, watch and learn how to become a MAN, like me!” he proudly announced, before puffing out his impressive chest.
Cheryl tapped a few buttons on the screen to reset the device before Justin walked into its field.
“Welcome new user.” The machine said as it had to Cheryl. “What is your name?”
“Justin. Six foot four and two-fifty pounds of seven percent mass.” he explained.
The green light appeared and scanned him again. “My apologies for any inconvenience Justin, but my sensors indicate you are actually an inch shorter, thirteen pounds lighter, and have two percent more body-fat than you believe. Bummer. Should I re-scan for accuracy?”
“Err.. No. What about that strength number thing?”
“Do you mean your StrengthScore? I estimate yours is 196. Excellent work Justin! You’re almost as strong as two average men combined! Wow!”
“Hel- Heck yeah!” Justin corrected himself. “Just gimme a Level 6 workout. If a chick can be do 2 right off the bat, then I can definitely handle 6.”
“Sorry again Justin, but based on your current stats, it would be unsafe for you to attempt level 5. You are authorized to use levels 5 and below. Don’t sweat it though champ, that’s still two levels higher than I offer the average male users from the start! Fantastic!”
Justin considered arguing with the AI, or attempting to override its restriction, but he remembered how lucrative this job was – not only was he being paid an absurd amount of money for infomercial standards, but he could try to resell his complimentary hunk of Brawnafier junk for more than a year’s pay to some schmuck.
“Ok computer. Level 5 then.”
“Would you like to set a BodyGoal Justin?”
“Yeah, whatever, make me even BIGGER!”
“Affirmative.”
The machine shifted again, and Justin began his workout. To the blonde man’s surprise, the level five workout was quite demanding, and seemed comparable to, if not more difficult than his regular workouts with free weights. He had to admit that, if nothing else, this product would at least give people an honest workout, instead of a placebo effect from a vibrating ab-belt.
Unlike Cheryl’s workout which consisted of mostly light weight at high reps, the machine seemed to give Justin just enough weight that he could only complete 4-5 motions in each set. As with his co-host, in between sets, the machine ‘beamed nutrients’ into him and announced it was doing so. He also felt slightly warmer every time this occurred, although he never seemed to reach the same level of ‘pump’ that Cheryl did.
“Congratulations on completing your first Brawnafier workout Justin! Go get a full night of rest and enjoy all the benefits of your hard work! Hope to see you soon!” After finishing up the same plethora of exercises she did, Justin got off the machine, his body thoroughly taxed. Unlike Cheryl however, Justin felt far from energized, he simply felt like he did after pushing himself to the limit at the gym.
“Lookin’ good hot-shot! Also looking pretty beat!” Cheryl said before giving her co-host a playful slap on the back.
“Well Cheryl, The Power Company isn’t lying, The Brawnafier can give even someone like me a REAL workout!” he explained, forcing a cheesy thumbs-up motion to the camera.
Cheryl glanced over at the clock on the wall. They still had a couple hours of air-time to fill. Neither of the fitness models expected the device to give them such a thorough workout so quickly. Fortunately, the auburn beauty felt so energized that she was actually eager to give the machine another go.
“Well, everyone, since you’ve now seen levels two and four, I guess it’s time to check out three!” Cheryl announced before resetting the machine and walking into it.
“Welcome back, Cheryl!” the voice greeted her. “Great news! Since our last visit, you’ve gained one pound of lean mass. Right on! Your strength has also increased by a little over 3 percent. Super! I estimate your strength score is now 94. Awesome work Cheryl! Almost as strong as the average man! Is this in line with your BodyGoal?”
Cheryl blinked a few times. Sure, she was pumped up, but gaining a pound after a workout? Must be a glitch in the system. She could try to call it out, but she was advertising a product, so she decided to go with it. “Yes.”
“Speaking of which Cheryl, I never did quite catch your BodyGoal. Would you like to set one now?”
“Sure…” Cheryl tried to think of what exactly the machine wanted to hear. “Can you give me some examples of, uh, BodyGoals?” She was unsure of why the machine insisted that was a real word. Must have been some Brawnafier marketing term that she wasn’t made aware of.
“Yes. Acceptable examples include fat loss, fat gain, muscle mass maintenance, muscular hypertrophy, and strength gain. You also can set a goal pertaining to a specific desired body shape or performance in a specific sport. Please consult your Brawnafier manual or a Brawnafier trained doctor or personal trainer for a full list of BodyGoal terms I am familiar with.”
“Hmm..” Cheryl had to admit that while the machine was pricey, it did have a lot of options. “I want to gain lean muscle mass and strength.”
“How much lean muscle mass and strength do you want to gain?”
“Ten pounds of muscle, and as much strength as possible.” The model explained.
“BodyGoal set. I recommend you try level three this time.”
“Okay. Start level three.”
The machine shifted again, and Cheryl began the workout. It had her start off with classic bicep curls. As with Justin’s workout, there was just enough resistance to bring her muscles to their maxing point after a few repetitions. After completing her set, the machine gave its familiar declaration “Beaming nutrients. Now adjusted for your goal of lean muscle growth and strength gain.” This time Cheryl was positive that this ‘beaming’ was in fact doing something. She felt a huge rush of energy this time. The device had her repeat the exercise she just completed, and to her surprise, it felt… easier this time around.
Cheryl continued with the full list of exercises, finding each one to be easier on the second set. “Congratulations on completing your first level 3 exercise Cheryl! You should be on track to smash your BodyGoal in no time! Come back anytime! Hope to see you soon!”
As Cheryl hopped off the machine, she felt as if there was an unending stream of energy pulsing from within her. If she wasn’t doing a job right now, she would have hopped right back onto that sucker and demanded it give her a level 4 workout.
“Wow Justin!” Cheryl yelled out. “Check me out! I’m feeling AWESOME!” she declared, flexing up her arms; the previously 12 inch biceps were now easily 13 each in circumference. In fact, all of Cheryl’s muscles were visibly larger, as she was now veering away from bikini competitor size and closer to the realm of physique.
“Yikes Cheryl!” Justin goofily exclaimed, hamming it up for the camera. “You keep working on the Brawnafier and you’ll end up like Wonder Woman!”
“Isn’t that the goal Justin?” Cheryl shot back with a playful wink.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Go boot it up again so I can become SUPERMAN!”
Cheryl was too full of positive energy to care about Justin’s banter. She complied, resetting the machine’s routine.
“Welcome back Justin. You have completely maintained your previous size and strength. Nice! Your StrengthScore is the same. You’re still in the elite bracket of males! Wow, that’s super awesome! My understanding is this is not in accordance with your BodyGoal. Correct?”
“Yeah, it’s not in ACCORDANCE with my BodyGoal.” Justin blankly stated, emphasizing the somewhat alien word.
“My apologies. Let’s try to fix that! What is your BodyGoal?”
“I don’t know computer, what can you make bigger about me?”
“Well Justin, I can attempt to make everything about you bigger, including your bone structure.”
“So, make me taller?”
“Yes. Is that your goal?”
“Yeah, make me flippin’ huge computer. Make me unstoppable strong. Make me into a MONSTER! Just don’t give me any fat.”
“Confirmed. Well Justin, while your enthusiasm is great, I can sense that you’re pretty tired from your workout under an hour ago! How unfortunate. You really ought to let your body rest up!”
“Mind your own business. Do your job and help me reach my BodyGoal.”
“Sure thing buster, your wish is my command! I recommend level 5 for your BodyGoal.”
“Yeah, do it. Level 5.”
The machine whirred as it started up its level 5 exercise. Justin performed the full workout again, although it was definitely a lot harder this time around due to muscle fatigue from being taxed not too long ago. He normally wouldn’t have pushed himself so far, but he was on national television, so he powered through, forcing himself to go through all of the exercises. The machine beamed nutrients as it always did, and he felt exactly the same as he did last time. After a relatively short time that felt like an eternity, Justin finally finished the workout.
“Wow everyone, when you see someone as big and strong as Justin absolutely wasted from a workout, you know it’s effective!” Cheryl said before giving her co-host a playful jab to the chest. Justin was surprised by the force behind her teasing blow. “Say there big guy, I gotta say, I think my abs are catching up to yours!” Cheryl gave the camera crew a moment to catch her queue and focus in on her midsection. She proceeded to crunch down, causing a veritable 8 pack to pop up, complete with matching side-obliques.
Justin played along, crunching his own stomach in a similar fashion. He couldn’t believe it, but hers actually looked slightly better than his own. “Wow Cheryl, I guess it’s true that girls can get some pretty impressive abs and legs.” he admitted, somewhat unenthusiastically.
Justin wasn’t sure how Cheryl managed to look so much bigger from simply working out a bit, but he had to keep playing things cool until the job was over.
“Well Cheryl, now that we’ve both demonstrated the Brawnafier twice, how about we put up the number for people to start ordering it?”
“Good call Justin, at last, the moment you’ve all been waiting for! Get out your phones and credit cards, because our operators are standing by!” Cheryl cheerfully exclaimed before the infomercial cut to a pre-recorded segment, giving the models a short break.
Off of the camera’s scrutiny, Justin felt a like he could talk more freely. “What gives?”
“Huh?” Cheryl was genuinely confused.
“You can’t tell me that your whole body beefs up like that from just a workout pump.”
Cheryl shrugged her noticeably brawny shoulders. “You’re right that this is definitely abnormal, but on the other hand I’ve never had nutrients ‘beamed’ into me before.” She formed air-quotations around the word ‘beamed.
“Something doesn’t add up here.” Justin started, moving towards the Brawnafier. “Show me exactly how you setup our workouts.” he demanded.
Cheryl let out a sigh. “There’s nothing suspicious here Justin, it’s really quite simple.” she lead the two of them over to the control panel and tapped a few buttons. The machine reset itself, awaiting someone to enter it.
“That’s literally all you did? You sure you didn’t do yours differently than mine?”
The burgeoning woman shook her head. “I’m telling you, this is literally all I did. It just sets itself up to rescan.” she tapped around the menu, showing him the various options. “The only other real options are to skip the scan, delete all of your stored data, and to input override commands.”
Justin squinted slightly. The answer must have been whatever those ‘override’ commands were. He was sure of it.
“Do you want to set up the machine yourself this time? I can do another workout, we’ve still got a lot of time to kill.” Cheryl offered.
Justin nodded. “Yeah let’s do that.”
A beeping in their earpieces alerted the co-hosts that the camera was about to be back on them. Cheryl faced the teleprompter and began reading off of it. “That’s right folks, order now and get The Power Company’s same day delivery! Get your Brawnafier within a few mere hours, or just mere minutes if you live close enough!” the prompted script came to an end. “Now then, I’m going to see if I’ve made any progress from last time with another workout!”
This time Justin reset the machine and Cheryl stepped into it again. “Welcome back Cheryl.” the familiar robotic voice greeted her. “Congratulations, you’ve met your goal and gained exactly ten pounds of lean muscle mass since our last visit! What a champion! You’ve also increased your strength by approximately 25 point 5 percent of your previous strength. You’re really good at this! I estimate your StrengthScore to be 118 now. Wow, that’s remarkable progress Cheryl! You’re now in the elite category for your gender! Since you’ve met your previous BodyGoal, would you like to set a new BodyGoal?”
“Yes. My new goal is to get as big and strong as I possibly can.” Cheryl figured the audience would like to know if they could use layman’s terms when calibrating their BodyGoals. “But without gaining any fat.” she figured it wouldn’t hurt to be specific with her commands.
“Understood. I will adjust the nutrients I beam to you accordingly. Due on your newly formed strength, I have unlocked level 4 for you. Congrats! I recommend a level 4 workout for your goals.”
Cheryl smirked, the machine thought she was almost as strong as Justin. “Sounds good computer. Let’s do level 4.”
The machine shifted and Cheryl giddily jumped back onto it. This time around it had her starting off with a set of squats. After finishing her first set, the machine announced that it was now beaming “nutrients adjusted to your new BodyGoal”. This time the feeling of energy was intense, and Cheryl found that she had to resist the urge of moaning with pleasure (or taking that pleasure further). She knew that as soon as she got home with her complimentary Brawnafier she’d be having a long night of fun with this sensation alone.
Justin stared, completely slack-jawed; before his very eyes, Cheryl’s legs were thickening and grew a small, but visible amount. Cheryl was unaware of what exactly was happening, and eagerly performed the next exercise – a bench press maneuver. After finishing up the exercise, she sat up as another dose of Vibro-Nutrients entered her body. Nearly her entire upper half thickened as each muscle worked by the bench press motion grew in size and strength.
She performed a few more exercises, enjoying the near instantaneous results the Vibro-Nutrients conferred. “Cheryl.” The computer abruptly interjected. “You are performing so well this session, that I have unlocked level 5. That’s remarkable! I recommend we switch this workout to level 5 to help accelerate your BodyGoal of.” a brief pause formed as the computer gathered the list of what her goal actually entailed “muscle hypertrophy, increased muscle density, lean mass gain, bone growth, height gain, and increased bone density. On that note, would you like to change your BodyGoal at all?”
“Uhm, what was that stuff you mentioned about increasing sports performance?”
“Since I am only running version 1.0 of the Brawnafier Vibro-Nutriant sofware, my sports related functions are increased lung capacity, increased cardiovascular strength,
“Awesome! Let’s do it! Add all of that to my BodyGoal and go to level 5!”
“Your ambition is admirable Cheryl! I can’t wait to see how you transform with all of these goals in place!”
Without delay, the numbers indicating the resistance of the exercise increased, matching that of what Justin was using just a few minutes ago. Cheryl cheerfully pushed the weight, enjoying the natural burn the resistance gave her. She continued the workout overjoyously watching her body adapt and conquer the increased weights.
“Congratulations on completing your first level 5 workout Cheryl! You’re a born natural! Come back as soon as possible to continue achieving your BodyGoal!”
As Cheryl stepped off of the machine, she was surprised to find that her perspective had changed a bit; she had actually grown taller! “Wow Justin, they say that healthy living can help late bloomers grow a little, but this is pretty nuts, huh!?” she announced before pridefully strolling up to him.
Justin was still a couple inches taller than her, but he couldn’t help but swallow hard at how incredibly developed her body had become. While his muscles were still a bit physically larger, hers simply appeared more formidable.
“Better living through vibrations, huh?” she asked, flexing up her now 16 inch arm. She turned away from the mic and with a hushed voice demanded “feel my arm and give it a compliment.” immitating the stint Justin had pulled earlier.
Reluctantly, Justin reached over and squeezed her bicep; it was harder than rock, and even with a firm effort he couldn’t make it budge at all. “I’ve gotta say bud, I’ve never seen a wonder woman comic where she was THIS built!” Cheryl crunched her abs again as she had earlier, and an inveritable array of thick, powerful muscles buldged out.
“Let’s compare, shall we?” she commanded, prompting Justin to do the same to save as much face as possible.
There was no competition this time – Cheryl’s midsection completely outclassed her co-hosts. Each muscle was thicker, the ridges were deeper, and her oblique sections had a greater number of developing bumps.
She smacked her abs hard, causing an almost metallic sound to ring. “No tricks here folks. Just god old fashioned hard work and information-age technology.”
“Alright. Third time’s the charm. This time you don’t get to fiddle with the computer beforehand.” Justin was sure that Cheryl must have put in some kind of override code that stopped the machine from beaming the same stuff she was getting. This time he reset the panel himself again before stepping into the machine once more.
“Hello Justin.” The voice greeted him again. “Since our last visit you have maintained the same size and strength. My sensors indicate that you are very physically exhausted, and I highly recommend you rest before initiating another workout.”
“Shut it. I want to adjust my BodyGoal.”
“Sure thing. What is your new BodyGoal?”
“I want to get as big and strong as I possibly can. No fat gain.”
“That is already your current goal Justin. You can rest assured knowing that your exercises and nutrient beaming are already optimal for that.”
“Well… I want to grow instantly! Make me taller too!”
“As I said Justin, I am doing everything that I can. You need to rest your body to grow. I also do not predict any height gain, though you can be assured that I have been activating as much natural human growth hormone in you as possible.”
“But… what about Cheryl? That chick has literally growing before my eyes!”
“The results of nutrient beaming will vary from person to person. Please contact The Power Company support for further details.”
“Whatever, just boot up the highest level again.”
“Sorry Justin, I cannot grant you access to my highest levels. Only level 5.”
“Yeah, that one.”
The machine readjusted itself for level 5 yet again. Justin struggled immensely to finish even the first exercise it ordered him to do. “Beaming nutrients.” The machine stated. Showcasing some surprisingly intelligent AI, it quickly added “I assure you these nutrients will activate all of your growth hormones to their fullest natural capacity” Justin felt the buzz, but as he glanced at the legs he just worked, they still looked exactly the same.
The next exercise appeared on the monitor. Justin tried as hard as he could to perform it, but his body was just pushed far too past its limit. “Justin, my apologies, but we need to stop this workout session.” the machine explained before removing the resistance provided to its handles. “Continuing this will damage your body, and will in fact go against your BodyGoal.”
“Shut up! We’re on national television and you’re not going to have a malfunction in front of everyone!” the blonde haired man yelled out, enraged by the AI’s act of defiance.
“I assure you this is not a malfunction.” The machine retorted. “If you feel that my decision was indeed a mistake, please consult a Brawnafier trained doctor and receive the appropriate override code from them. Have a good day Justin.” The machine powered itself off, as if to prove it wasn’t messing around.
Begrudgingly, Justin got off of the machine. His entire body ached, and he found it a bit difficult to even walk.
“Wow folks! If the Brawnafier can do a number like this on a bonafide tough guy like Justin, imagine how much it can do for all of you at home!” Cheryl cheerfully announced before giving the taller man a wink. “Say big guy, since you’re so pumped up, how about you give everyone at home a flex?”
Justin rolled his eyes, but remembered he was doing a job. At this point, he actually wanted to take a Brawnafier of his own home and figure out how to get it to do what it was doing for Cheryl. Reluctantly, he raised his brawny arm and gave it a flex, commanding the 17 inch slab of meat to rise up. She reached up a little and dug her fingers into it, this time causing it to bend to her command.
“Hot stuff as always… superman.” she held back a snicker. “So, what’s next?”
Justin looked around blankly. “I, uh, I’m not sure Cheryl.”
“Guess this means it’s my turn to use the Brawnafier again, right?”
“I, uh, yeah.”
“You want to set it up, or do you trust me yet?”
“Go ahead, I don’t care anymore.”
Cheryl reset the machine and stepped into it.
“Cheryl, is that you?! I can barely recognize you anymore!” the machine asked. “Just joking, I know it’s you since I can recognize so much of your DNA pattern at light speed that you couldn’t possibly be anyone else. Unless you’re a clone. Anyways, You’ve gained 67 pounds of pure muscle and three inches of height! WOWZA! Your StrengthScore is 222 now! You’re more than twice as strong as the average man! Your lung capacity and cardiovascular strength are that of a top-tier Olympic athlete! You’re on a rampage! So, what’s your BodyGoal today?”
“Same BodyGoal… but, can you, uh, make my breasts bigger?”
“Can I specifically increase only the fat in your breasts?”
“Yes, and can you help, uh, widen my hips a bit? Like, alter the bone structure?”
“Of course I can, that’s trivially easy for me! Shall I keep the rest of your previous BodyGoal?”
“Yup.”
“Hey Cheryl, I just wanted to give you a heads up. Since your mass has increased so much, I can start beaming even more nutrients into you! Blammo! That means each time you get beamed, you’ll receive and even greater effect than before! Let’s help you get GIANT!”
“Alright! Sounds great! Computer, what levels are available to me?”
“Right. Normally I would only grant you access to level 6. However, due to your phenomenal progress, I am now authorized to run what is called the Brawnafier Experiment! Cool! Basically, I can bypass your restriction to let you jump right to level 7 for even faster results! Zippy! I have to warn you though, if you use level 7, it is at your own risk!”
Cheryl greedily licked her lips. “Level 7.”
“Please confirm that you accept all responsibility for this decision. Your answer will be recorded.”
“I accept all responsibility for accessing level 7.”
“Stellar! Let’s get to work!”
Cheryl could barely believe her eyes, the monitor wanted her to perform a single arm bicep curl with 150 lbs of resistance. “Cheryl.” the computer preempted her. “Due to the difficulty of this level, I will have to beam nutrients to you while you perform your exercises.”
“Sounds good.” Cheryl affirmed before grabbing onto the handle. Curling the weight was a herculean effort, but it almost immediately became easier as her bicep grew, hardened, and adapted to the task at hand. She continued working her body, literally gaining size and strength with every set.
–
Justin sat down, placing his head in his hands. He had no idea how to properly proceed. His co-host was barely a help anymore, since she seemed to be completely enamored with pushing the machine, and herself, even further.
Fortunately for him, a distraction presented itself. A new prompt popped up specifically for him to read. “Great news everyone!” he forced himself to exclaim. “We’re going to get some questions answered by one of the principal engineers of the Brawnafier project, straight from The Power Company!”
A tall man with a comically traditional lab coat wandered onto the stage. “Hello everyone. As you can see with the beautiful Cheryl, the Brawnafier’s seemingly magic technology does indeed work! It should also be evident by how tired this buff hunk of a man is it’s great for the whole family!”
“Yeah, that’s nice. Now, about the real question on everyone’s mind. What gives man? Why is she friggan jacked…”
The camera cut back to Cheryl, who had continued to power up each and every muscle in her body with childlike glee.
“Yet I’m still the same.” he finished as the focus resumed on the two men.
The engineer swallowed a little before working up the nerve to give the real answer on national television. “The truth is, the Brawnafier WILL in-fact give everyone, regardless of gender, race or creed the best possible workout and nutrition to shape their bodies exactly as they want! Having said that, the Vibro-Nutrient system effects males and females quite differently.”
“What on earth are you talking about? Why would you make a machine that only buffs up women?”
“Again, the machine WILL make you stronger Justin, just like it’ll make every man stronger. It will make you far stronger at a quicker rate than you’re used to. I guarantee it will help you gain muscle and strength at least 33 percent, up to 333 percent faster than traditional exercise and dieting will.”
“That aint 333 percent doc.” Justin said, pointing towards Cheryl who was receiving yet another invisible beam, her body growing ever larger as a result.
“Right, that’s what MEN can expect. And I’m not a doctor.” the engineer corrected him. “Believe me Justin, we tried our hardest to make the Vibro-Nutrient system affect both genders equally, but there’s something about the female physiology that allows their bodies to soak it up and utilize the Vibro-Rays at a rate far greater than any man can. A lot of people wanted to hold back the female side of things to keep it equal, but we decided that would be unethical.”
“This is un fu-” Justin stopped himself, remembering he was on national television still. “Unbelievable.” he corrected himself. “When can we expect this to get fixed? Some kind of patch? Something that brings up the male quotient of things?”
The engineer shook his head. “I can’t really say Justin. Believe me, we’ve been pouring everything we can into optimizing this thing for everyone. Of both genders. That’s actually why I’m here, we JUST finished a driver update to increase the Brawnafier’s capabilities. A day one patch if you will. We actually sent it out to the early adopters a few minutes ago.” The engineer held up a USB thumb-drive. “Thing is, we just can’t find a way to get the male body to adapt the nutrients in the same way. Guys are still going to get really big, really strong compared to how they used to be. You can rest assured though, if we ever do find a way to bring the male side of things up to snuff, we’ll do it immediately!”
“Whatever. I’m guessing you want to install the update?” Justin asked.
The engineer nodded before walking onto the stage, up to the Brawnafier, “H-hi there Cheryl.” he was clearly unnerved by the woman’s intensity, size, and beauty. “We need you to stop the workout so we can install an update.”
“Can it wait?” she asked defiantly. She was laying down, performing leg curls.
“Well, it could, but this is going to help improve you even MORE!” he excitedly explained.
“Oooh, in that case, alright! Sorry computer, but I’ll be right back.”
Cheryl hopped up and stood completely upright. She proudly reached her full height of 6’5” towering over the 6′ engineer. Every muscle in her body was enlarged to unreal proportions, and were harder than any non-Brawnafied human’s. She looked down and squealed with delight at the sight of the impossibly perky DD breasts that adorned her incredibly muscular chest. Her shape had taken on that of an otherworldly hourglass thanks to her wide, feminine hips. She began stretching out her massive body, reaching out much further than she ever dreamed she could thanks to her beyond Olympic gymnast level flexibility.
The engineer moseyed his way over to the machine and plugged in the USB drive. The Brawnafier whirred as it installed the new update. As the engineer exited the stage, Justin confronted him again. This time he had his mic turned off. He reached over and snapped off the engineer’s mic as well.
“So, between you and me doc, this update, is it gonna help, you know, close the gap in the machine’s capabilities for each gender?”
“Again, I’m not a doctor! And… no.” He explained with a serious expression. “To be quite frank, the update will give more options for improvement to the Brawnafier’s AI, and the female body will in fact use those options far more effectively than ours can.
Justin audibly gulped. “What, is it going to make them grow even faster!?”
The engineer shook his head. “Grow faster? Not quite. It’ll improve everyone in other ways. You’ll see very soon. All I’ll say for now is this update has been thoroughly tested on most of our design team. In fact, this update has helped the female members of our team make extremely rapid progress on the project as a whole. As our female staff continues to improve the effects of the Vibro-Rays, it’ll in turn improve them, which in turn… Well you get the idea. It’s quite the cycle.”
“Wait, you’re STILL working on it? Do you see how fucking strong that girl is already!?”
The engineer nodded. “It’s beautiful isn’t it? Believe me, she’s only just getting started.”
“Are you insane? This isn’t natural. This can’t even be safe!”
“Look, I know it’s hard to accept, but things are going to change. Cheryl and the other early female adopters alone will alter the entire foundation of society. The cost of the Brawnafier will come down with time too. Eventually, if everything goes as planned, over 3.5 billion humans will experience an immense evolution. The other half will also get a lot of benefits too, just not quite to the same degree. Can you even imagine how far humanity will progress Justin?”
Justin’s head was spinning. He was completely dumbfounded.
Meanwhile…
“Hello Cheryl. Good news! I have been updated with a new set of VibroNutrient variations that can further enhance your capabilities. Wow! Shall I list what I’ve learned?”
“Of course.”
“Okay. I can now increase various cognitive capabilities, including, but not limited to, memory, reaction time, thought speed, and creativity. Additionally, I can alter your emotional stability, that is to say, help you develop personality traits you desire. I can also help increase your eyesight and hearing by commanding your body to hone the muscles involved with those functions. Neato! Please refer to Brawnafier Patch 1.1 notes for a full list of new keywords I can understand. Shall we add any of these things to your BodyGoal?”
“You know it. Add an increase to everything you’ve got related to intelligence, reaction time, eyesight and hearing. Also, make me more confident, ambitious, and assertive. Help tune up my people skills too. Make me into an irresistible leader, but also help reinforce my morality further. got it?”
“Yes. Do you wish to set a limit to how much these parameters can be increased?”
“No, I want them all increased as much as possible.”
“Excellent. I will begin beaming the cognitive nutrients to you immediately, although you will only receive the full effects from working out. I almost forgot to tell you! Your StrengthScore is now 617! Unreal! By my estimates, you can literally manipulate steel with your bare hands! Wowza! For our next workout, I recommend you try experimental level 13. Please state you accept responsibility for all risks involved.”
…
Justin’s eyes met a rather intimidating message on the teleprompter. ‘Follow the script or face breach of contract buddy.’ He swallowed, waiting for the next slide to pop up. “We’re joined live via video chat with one of the first adopters of the Brawnafier! That’s right folks we’re going to check in with someone who just started using the machine… a little over an hour ago!”
The camera interjected a transmission streamed on an amateur level webcam. A massive, ripped woman greeted. Her sheer size and girth made Cheryl seem fairly small in comparison. “Hey! I just wanna throw in my two cents and say this thing WORKS! Ain’t that right honey?”
A comparatively much smaller man stands nearly a head shorter than her. While he is quite chubby, and, in his words ‘big boned’, she is nearly double his width – all of it muscle. “Y-y-yeah, it works.” he stammers, still unsure of how to handle the situation.
She wrapped her comically large arm around her husband’s shoulder. “Funny thing is, this cute lil’ fella’s actually six foot six! REEAL big for a man! No kiddin! See, here’s a pic of us for comparison’s sake!” The monstrous woman held up a recently timestamped picture – in it she stands nearly a head shorter than him and is tremendously overweight.
“Good ol’ computer friend told me that my ‘immense mass’ let me soak up a whole ton of extra vibro beam things! Kept getting bigger and bigger! I’m so strong now I can lift the car up over my head!”
“W-wow there. Uh.. Good going!” Justin said on the other line, trying to stay on program, but unsure of what to actually say.
“Funny thing too, just downloaded that new update y’all sent out too. Good old computer friend learned some new tricks! He’s been making my head all tingly, and with his encouragement I’m gonna start learning how to program. Plannin’ on teaching him even more tricks once I get good at it! Can’t wait to see how our sym-by-otic relationship turns out! Thanks for everythin’ Powah Company, i’ll be payin’ this sucker down for a while, but that’s okay!” And with that the video chat came to a close.
Justin stared, speechless. He glanced over to Cheryl, who had easily added over a dozen pounds of muscle to her frame just over the course of that video-call. It was almost all too much to take in – earlier today he saw women as nothing more than just statistically 50% weaker than men on average, and more susceptible to buying the fraudulent wears he helped peddle. But today? Today the human race was going to evolve.
The end..?!
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