A Nandroid Fitness Program

>Everything hurt.
>Sweat dripped off your brow, falling into your eyes and temporarily blinding you until you’d blinked the stinging sensation away.
>Your hair was plastered to your forehead in hot, wet tangles, occasionally raining large droplets down onto your heaving chest and even further into your eyes.
>The right side of your body felt as if someone was digging a knife into your side and trying to lever your ribs an extra inch away from one another. Stretching your arm over your head relieved that pain for a moment, but it always came right back.
>Your calves are screaming at you; the muscles and tendons stretching and tightening beneath the skin. The taught skin feeling like was going to tear apart at any moment and expose the sensitive flesh underneath.
>You’re pretty sure that at some point you hurt your ankle.
>A headache was quickly forming itself across your brain as all these feelings mashed together into a perfect storm of hurt. The throbbing beginning on the right side of your brain and quickly moving to envelop the rest.
>But the least tolerable part of it was just how goddamned hot it was.
>It felt like the sun was beating down on you like you had personally insulted it (not that you hadn’t already thrown a few curses its way today.) The bright light only helping to exacerbate just how infuriating the amount of sweat streaming across your forehead was.
>Honestly, if this kept on for much longer you were 100% sure that you would fall over onto the ground and die on the spot; if not from exhaustion, then from dehydration.
>You prepare to give your final plea to whatever god was listening for them to make the ending swift.
>“C’mon, meatbag, only one more block to go!”
>Avery was looking over her shoulder at you with a large, mocking grin. Casually raising her arm and gesturing forwards, urging you to try and close the 15 feet of distance between the two of you.
>With a glare and a huff, you tried to summon the energy to catch up to the spunky nandroid. Pushing all of your remaining willpower into your legs in an effort to force them take you a little further.
>“Aren’t…Saturdays…meant…for relaxing,” you manage to grumble out between gasps for air, licking your lips clear as a little bit of sweat trickled onto them.
>The firey haired tombot turned around to face you and began to job backwards, slowing down her pace just the slightest. “Not for you anymore, they’re not. Working from home makes you flabby. I can’t let you sit on your butt all week and then on the weekend too just cause it’s Saturday.”
>“But you make me exercise during the week too,” you called back, tugging the drenched front of your t-shirt off your chest. “Don’t you think I should get at least one day a week to chill out.”
>Avery playfully stuck her tongue out at you and gave a quick wink before turning back around and picking up her pace. “If you want to have a pizza and movie night tonight, you gotta earn it so quit your whining and pick up the pace.”
>With an upset groan you pushed yourself a little further, setting the impossible goal of trying to catch up with your tireless maid. Each jogging step forward was a pain in the ass, and each time one foot went in front of the other you were reminded of that cutting pain in your side, but you had long since resolved to not let her have the last laugh.
>Over the past year or so, Avery had become increasingly concerned about your physical fitness. Days of returning from the office, only to plant your ass in front of the computer and munch on chips until it was time for bed had certainly packed more than a few extra pounds onto you.
>You could still remember with vivid clarity the day that Avery had announced that she was putting you on a diet and exercise regimen. You had been wrist deep in a box of Cheerios when she’d come parading into your bedroom to give you the news.
>At first you hadn’t taken her incredibly seriously. After all, she was the maidbot and you were the master so she couldn’t really *make* you do anything. But you figured you would entertain the idea with her for a little while. Besides, what harm could it do you?
>Well, you were right in the end, it didn’t really do you a lot of harm. Hell, it had done you a world of good. You had lost over twenty pounds in the subsequent year since you started. You were sleeping better and you generally felt better about yourself.
>But Jesus H Christ was a humongous pain in the ass it was.
>Every day Avery would virtually fling you out of bed to “enjoy” the day with one form of light exercise or another. Usually it was just some basic stretches, a few push-ups, or a quickly paced walk around the neighborhood. Nothing too bad, but you really missed getting to sleep in past eight.
>The worst part was always right before dinner. That was when the real test of endurance and patience came.
>It didn’t mater if you were in the middle of a nap, a game match, or sitting on the john, the freckled nandroid would come bursting into the room, throw your work-out clothes right at your head, and announce that it was time to “get off that lazy butt and get a move on”.
>The list of exercises Avery would have you do always seemed endless. Push-ups, sit-ups, weights, core work, pull-ups. All the while she would rip him and push him to do “just one more set”. As far as you could tell it was all fairly standard motivational speak for a trainer, but it annoyed you nonetheless.
>Every other day had the exact same grueling exercise though. The worst of it.
>Running.
>You hated your runs with a passion you weren’t sure that you could reserve for anything else. Hot and sweaty ordeals that always left you gasping for air at the end. It didn’t matter if you changed the pattern or path of the run, it was always a miserable and monotonous time.
>Sometimes they were short, and sometimes they were long, but by the end you were always ready for a shower and a nap.
>And almost always, these exercise sessions were followed up by a well-balanced meal, devoid of sugary drinks or junky carbs.
>You really missed washing down a pack of Skittles with a bottle of Mountain Dew every now and again.
>Ultimately, it wasn’t the health benefits that kept you on track though. They were more like a positive side effect of putting up with everything. The real reward for staying on track were the things that only Avery could provide for you. And those rewards were far too sweet to pass up on.
>So long as you stayed on track with your diet and kept up with the routine Avery would adjust her uniform around the house.
>Instead of the Sterling licensed and official maid uniform that she had come packaged with, she wore a tight, spaghetti strapped crop top around the household, making sure to show off plenty of her sleek white midriff chassis. Combined with the cut-off Daisy Duke shorts that showed off just enough hip joint to leave almost nothing to the imagination, it was a delicious combination that had you wrapped around her finger when it came to doing what she wanted you to.
>Once, after a particularly heated argument between the two of you about a package of Dorito’s that she’d found stashed beneath the sofa, you had spitefully announced that you were done with trying to lose weight (which had sparked off a whole other argument.)
>You had held fast to your guns for the first few days; lazing about on the sofa, stuffing your face with whatever suited your taste buds at a given moment, and sleeping in as long as you damn well pleased.
>She had retaliated by immediately swapping back into her normal uniform, wiping those cute freckles off of her face, and only tending to her properly programmed maidly duties.
>After a week of passive-aggressively acting as if the change in behavior wasn’t bothering you, you had relented and conceded your mistake to her.
>She had resumed your daily exercise routine as before, but it had been another week of her dressing in her official uniform, referring to you as only “Sir”, and acting in only the Sterling Approved manner before she began to return your little rewards to you.
>In the end, you two had worked out a deal to give you a ‘cheat day’ so that you could indulge yourself a little bit, but she worked you extra hard for that one day.
>You could also have sworn in the days following the return of her crop-topped attire that she was a little clumsier than before. Dropping things more often while in the room with you and bending down extra low to pick them up.
>Then she had begun wearing the choker around the house.
>Fuckin’ worth it.
>You collapsed with a mighty groan onto the top step of the stairs leading into your apartment complex. Panting for air, you reached out for the cold bottle of water that you kept on the step for the end of the run and pried open the top.
>After taking a couple of shallow gulps of the life-saving beverage you proceeded to pour half of the bottle onto your head and the back of your neck. The shock of cold caused you to tense up for a moment before the relief from the heat really settled in and you let out a contented sigh.
>You sat on those steps for several minutes letting the water drip off your neck and soak into your shirt before you looked back up.
>Time for the final hurdle of the day.
>If the rent weren’t so goddamned cheap you definitely would not have chosen to live in an apartment on the fourth floor.
>You told yourself that every time you made the trudge up those flights of stairs. It didn’t make the journey any less exhausting or agitating, but it made you feel better to think.
>At least they’d finally fixed the air conditioning.
>Collapsing through the doorway into your home, you immediately made your way towards the living room couch and fell onto it.
>Your legs hurt. Your head ached. The stitch in your side throbbed something fierce. You were coated in sweat and you felt like you were burning up.
>But damn did you feel good.
>“Nice work today, nerd.”
>Avery came stepping out of the kitchen, a kind smirk on her face and a damp towel in her hand.
>Now that you weren’t in the middle of falling out from exhaustion you took a moment to appreciate your maid’s ensemble of tightly fitted sports bra and athletic shorts as she stepped towards the sofa. The tight clothing hugged her in all the right places. Just form fitting enough to see the roll of her joints as she gave her hips a little extra sway. The thin light-gray cloth of her top accentuating the slight curve of her perky breasts.
>Stopping dead in front of you with a slight cock of her hips, she looked down on your tired form before giving a wide mouthed grin and dropping the cloth over you face.
>You didn’t bother to remove the cool towel covering your eyes as she gave your head a gentle pat.
>Avery gently teased you while running her fingers through your hair. “Two and a half miles in twenty-five minutes. Not bad but not your best either.”
>“Ah, shut up, it was hot out today,” you responded, a small smile donning itself on your own lips.
>You didn’t move as you felt the tombot briefly use your shoulders to balance herself as she climbed into you lap, straddling your waist. Her slim legs gently squeezing themselves against your thighs. Her body leaning in to rest against yours.
>Moving her head close to yours she spoke directly into your ear in a quiet, husky voice. “And what if I don’t think that’s a good enough excuse?”
>You let your hands loosely wrap themselves around her waist, your index fingers working themselves into the elastic of her waistline. “Then I guess I’ll have to try a little bit harder next time.”
>With a soft purr, Avery gave your earlobe a soft nip, “That’s what I like to hear.”
>The fiery tombot began planting soft kisses against your neck. Starting against the side and slowly working her way around to the front. Her hands massaging against your chest as she gave a couple of teasing little grinds against your crotch. All you could do was relish in the sensation.
>With a firm pat against the chest, Avery got up from you and began walking out of the room. “Go clean yourself up while I order the pizza, dork. If you’re quick enough, maybe you can take another shot at breaking this chocker again.” You heard the soft slap of the elastic band snapping itself tightly back into place around your nandroid’s neck and the devilish chuckle she gave as she walked out of the room.
>Despite the timely nature of the offer, you took a moment to relax into the cushions and cool off.
>Fuckin’ worth it.