Chronivac AI: Part 01

“Damn man… How do you know all this shit?” Trenton grumbled into his hands. The big football stud was currently close to failing several of his classes and needed help studying. Or at the very least someone doing it for him. However Coach Sanders had made sure that Trenton was at the very least in the room as his homework was being done.

Brandon felt himself blush at the compliment. “I don’t know. I just kind of do… It just kind of comes to me.”

“Well, I fucking wish I could do the same man. Like all this shit is so annoying. How am I supposed to know what letter equals what number? Fuck math was already hard enough now they go and throw the fucking alphabet into it.”

“Well,” Brandon took a breath, “I wish I was a 280 pound giant like yourself. Don’t act like life’s easy for me either.” He was still a bit hesitant whenever he’d talk back to someone like Trenton. His massive size and strength could crush someone like Brandon in an instant. Even if Brandon had never been beaten up by someone his size, didn’t mean he didn’t know to keep a distance from guys like him.

But his statement only brought out a loud hearty laugh from the football player. “Well damn. I guess being a dork does have some drawbacks, don’t it?”

“It does,” Brandon nodded.

“But you can change those,” Trenton said. He stared off in the distance for a minute. Every neuron in his brain seemed to be firing at all cylinders. “Hey. How about you come to the gym with me tomorrow. I can show you some shit and then coach can get off my ass about being a dumbass.”

“You’re not a dumbass…”

“Dude, don’t fucking lie to me. I know I got shit fer brains. But ya know, I don’t really care. As long as I graduate I’ll be fine. My body will get me all the clients I need,” Trenton said. Then looked down at the belly fat he’d been garnering over the years of being in college. It was good for his offensive line position on the field, but not so much for attracting the same number of women as abs seemed to do. He gripped it tightly and jiggled it. “Once I get rid of all this belly fat.”

Brandon held his tongue. He’d learned that a jab here and there wasn’t too bad, but his compliments might have still been another story. Of course he found the giant of a man to be incredibly handsome and good looking. But to ‘society’ at large, most just saw him as a tubby guy.

“So what do you say? Huh? I’ll show you around the gym and then you can tell Coach that you’re not doing all my homework,” Trenton broke the uncomfortable silence.

“Uhhh…” Brandon was still a bit hesitant over the idea. He’d only been in the university gym once. That was orientation. But just seeing all the equipment and weights made him feel deathly uncomfortable. “I don’t know…”

“C’mon man… How the fuck am I supposed to pay you back? Like you’ve been doing all this shit for me and I don’t know what to do for you…” he pauses and gives it a thought. “Then what about getting you laid. I know a couple of real nice girls over off Launders Street looking for a good time. I’ll make sure she’s one with big tits. How about that?”

Brandon felt his body seize up. “No! Absolutely not. I don’t want that. Please don’t do that…”

“Then, the gym.  8am tomorrow,” Trenton shows a pleasant smile. It was like he already was planning for that response. “Okay?”

“But I don’t know anything about working out!”

“That’s why I’m there. I’ll train your little dorky butt and make you stronger,” Trenton stood up from the chair and headed to the door. “Don’t be late.” He stepped out but before the door closed he peeked his head back in. “And make sure you bring something that’s comfortable to wear. No jeans.”

The door closed and Brandon was left even more confused. “No jeans? Who wears jeans to a gym?” But then again he wasn’t positive what he’d wear. Looking in his chest of drawers he realized that he mostly had jeans and khaki shorts. They had a lot of pockets and the utility made them comfortable. “Oh… That’s why he said something…” But buried underneath was a pair of soft shorts that he’d be able to wear.

Still dread was seeping into his mind. He didn’t know what he was going to do. Trenton was so confident that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. But the jock also weighed twice as much as Brandon. And most of it was muscle. Even if there was a decent amount of fat covering them, he was clearly more than twice as strong.

However, his anxiety was cut short when he received a text message. For the moment he was able to think about something else. Mostly, why would someone be texting him this late. He wasn’t really popular and Trenton had just left. Brandon grabbed his phone and opened up the message.

‘Congratulations! You’ve been selected to try out the new Chronivac AI. This is a brand new feature that has yet to be tested publicly so please make sure to report any issues you experience while using this product.’

Something downloaded onto his phone without him clicking anything. “HEY!” he shouted at the device. Of course that wouldn’t do anything, but it didn’t stop him from doing it. “What the heck?” Brandon looked over his phone to see the new app already on his home screen. He went through his device settings searching for the app there, but it didn’t look like anything was downloaded. Surprisingly there wasn’t even any more space being taken up either.

“What the heck..?” he stared at his home screen again. Even as he tried to pick it up and put it in the trash can, it would just reappear in the same blank space again. “Weird…” Brandon’s curiosity was slowly rising. His thumb was hovering over it. He’d never heard of the Chronivac, but he also didn’t know how something could download onto his phone without him clicking on anything. Then again he'd never worked in IT so the thought a phishing scam was completely foreign to him. Eventually his curiosity took over and he clicked it open.

‘Greetings! I am Chronivac AI and I will be here to assist you. Due to the overwhelming amount of requests given to the Chronivac system, my creators wanted to try something a little new. Instead of just being able to write out what you want, I will be listening and try to aid you in your decisions. So many people think they know what they want, but then when they start typing it in, they don't know what to type. I am here to alleviate that stress. Do you have any questions?’

Brandon read and reread the message over and over again. The flashing I bar on the mostly blank screen. “What?”

The word ‘what?’ appeared on the screen underneath the previous message. The font changed from Arial Black with Bold to Times New Roman. The letters were italicized and looked more gray than black. That’s when the app started typing back. Letter after letter appeared before revealing the message.

‘I am the Chronivac AI. My creators have created me to make the desires of humans come to life. However, many people have trouble knowing what they want so I’m here to help. I’ll be listening for key words, phrases and tone in order to determine what you would like to change about a situation. Obviously, I have a lot of learning to do. So please do not report any issues for a few days.’

Brandon’s eyes seemed to glaze over at the suggestion of the text box. “Is this for real..?” he muttered. The words started to appear on the screen again in the same gray initialized font they had before.

‘This is indeed 'for real.' I am a reality altering device capable of granting any of your desires. Please state what you would like to change and I will accommodate.’

“Okay. Fine. Then make me like one of those big muscular dudes on OnlyForFans with a big swinging dick,” Brandon said. The words appeared on the screen again.

‘Initiating.’ A progress bar appeared on the screen with a green loading bar. However, Brandon’s attention had quickly shifted to his body.

“What the Hell?” he took a step back out of instinct. Something about himself felt different. His blood started pumping faster through his body. He wasn’t sure what was going on. But the more he looked at his hands the stranger they seemed. It was like they were pulsing. And with each pulse they were just a little bit bigger. His eyes traced up his forearms. It was the same. The thin spindly twigs looked like there was some definition on them.

Then there was the pressure against his chest. The loose hanging shirt suddenly felt so tight around his body. Brandon padded at his chest feeling two distinct things he’d never felt before. Pecs. His mind went wild, especially as one of his fingers ran against one of his hard nipples. “Oh gawd!” he cried out. His entire body flexed and a loud rip filled the mostly silent room. He couldn't focus his eyes as he tried to concentrate. The feeling overwhelmed him.

His back arched as his dick throbbed. But that was currently trapped in the confines of his jeans. Any free space down there was rapidly being filled by his thickening quads and calves. He could feel the strong fabric fighting the muscles bulging within them. Every second the seams were put under more and more pressure of his growing muscles. The bottoms of his jeans rose up higher over his calves as his legs grew longer.

The button on the jeans burst open as his hip bone was growing far too large for the small space. “Oh fuck me…” Brandon moaned. Instantly a bright yellow dildo appeared in his hand. He could smell the cherry scent of the lube coating it and it only seemed to turn him on even more. As he bent over, the denim couldn’t hold itself together anymore and split wide open showing off his massive smooth bubbly butt.

Cold air rushed in but the wet plastic filled the space. Brandon pushed gently, sliding it in with ease. “Oh fuck… yeah…” he moaned as more and more of the dildo went inside him. He didn’t want the sensation to stop. His other hand was feverishly pleasuring his massive cock tucked away in the bright blue jockstrap. “More… More…” he begged. The pressure building inside Brandon only grew.

His body fell forward, mouth wide open while his face was scraping against the carpet. “Oh fuck yeah…” he moaned as torrents of cum rocketed out of his dick. He could feel it filling up the jock and then dripping through the thin fabric onto the shag carpet beneath him. Slowly Brandon started to come to as he was hearing a rapid amount of ‘ding’s coming from his computer. In his post haze he looked over to see some muscular man’s bare ass pointed to the ceiling with the yellow dildo shoved all the way inside him.

‘That’s me!’ he screamed inside his head. The realization that his phone had actually done that suddenly made him realize what was going on. He was a huge muscular jock with a giant yellow dildo shoved up his ass while what looked like hundreds of people watching. Fear overtook him. “Change me back! Change me back!” he shouted over and over again.

The AI complied and Brandon quickly found himself still on the ground with his ass flying in the air but not the same tension on it. Though a finger did go back there to check to make sure everything was still as tight as it had been. He let out a breath of air. “What the fuck…” he muttered. But there was almost a moan in there as he felt his dick harden at the thought of being the massive man again with so many people paying attention to his hot naked body. “Did you really do that?”

The gray words appeared on the screen followed by a response from the AI. ‘Yes. I am programmed to make changes to make you happy. Some miscommunication may happen at first but I make changes accordingly. Please be patient until I am able to figure out what you desire.’

“Oh jeez...That was crazy…” Brandon muttered as he thought about the experience again. A bit of blood started to rush down between his legs as he remembered the experience. But he quickly tried to abandon the thoughts as he looked back at his phone. The last words he’d just said had appeared on the screen.

‘Did you enjoy it?’

“You’re still listening!?” He shouted watching the words he’d just said appear again.

‘Yes. To give users the best experiences I must always be listening.’

“You know what? I’m just going to have to be really careful with you,” he said. The words appeared again and he closed the app before closing the app. However a hand rubbed at his crotch as he thought about the experience for the third time. "But I don't think I'd mind if my life was a little bit more like that...”