AI Trainer (Patreon)

You would have thought you would open the attachment as soon as it arrived, but somehow the email made the fantasy real, literally. When you first got the question "How would you like becoming my sexual fantasy?" on the discord server you played along. Not exactly an RP session, but certainly not a real prospect either. "What would I look like?" you had asked, and he started describing his fantasy. Thick muscles all over, not like those comical morphs, but functional. But way above average. Bubble butt ass. He loved asses. Broad shoulders, strong, visible back muscles, and slightly curved back so the butt really sticks out. All year tan and no hair below the neck so all the muscles would really show. "Yeah, I'd like that," you said in the discord channel.

Soon after you got the DM from him, explaining that he was one of those bitcoin billionaires who had cashed out before the crash. One of his investments had been in the AI boom, initially for an AI PT app that would recommend food and exercises. But then the project grown to include more and more different kinds of technologies to the point where you could create a plan for a specific goal. He asked if you were still interested in the offer. You said you were, but it would have to be more specific before you committed to it.

Two days later FedEx delivered an envelope with NDA and a contract. You signed the NDA and posted the same day and a few days later he connected through the Signal app he had you install. He told you that they had made some breakthroughs with mRNA technology. Essentially you could input your data into an AI with descriptions of what results you wanted and out would come an exercise plan, a diet plan, a supplements plan, and the sequence for gene therapy drugs. They needed people for the trial and he liked your persona on the gay story discord you shared.

"It's not cheap right now. Not at all cheap. So I thought if I cover the cost I get to decide your body for you." he said with a smiley.
"A bubble butt."
"And bulging muscles. Don't forget that part."

You signed the contract too and a week later you received a sample kit for blood and saliva, together with a medical assessment document of thirty pages to fill out. He also wanted some recent photos sent.

"Last chance to back out" the email said. They had taken his DNA and photos and whatever else they extracted and ran that through the computer and the result was in the attached PDF in your inbox. You read the email as soon as you got it, but you waited to open the PDF until you could calm down. You had literally signed a contract to go through the steps on that PDF to become someone else's sexual fantasy. It's all a bit of online fun until you have to tell your mother you've become a playmate for a gay bitcoin billionaire. Literally designed to be a sex object. At no point had any actual sex been discussed, but then dildos were sold as massage vibrators. Everyone knows what they are for.

You open the attachment and all concerns are gone. The face bears some semblance to yours, though puffier with receding hairline, and you've never had an afternoon shade look like that. The body though could just as well have been that of an alien. The rest of the document are pages upon pages with exercises, supplements, drugs, procedures, stretching 28 months forward.

You scroll back up to the image and think 28 months really isnt that long.