He took some measurements and then got my chart out and wrote my new weights for each exercise."Ok, you've gained twenty five pounds in two months, up...to 230, and you've grown a half inch to six foot three," he stated. "Your chest measurement is now forty eight, up from 44 inches and everything else is bigger too. You're just eighteen right?" That's correct, just a couple of months ago," I replied."You could still grow taller and definitely bigger," he stated. "Ok, for your workouts, add a few. He thought, 'This can't be real. Maybe I should delete the program and move on.' However, he just couldn't move. He just sat there looking at his picture and all of the accurate data about him on the screen. How could it know that he was 5 foot 9 inches and 155 lbs? How could it know that his mood was "Severe Depression"? Not that it was that bad, but he would admit to being somewhat depressed. He clicked on the Change button next to the mood and changed it to "Mildly Depressed" feeling that it. “I had five guys pump their loads in my cunt today, what a thrill, and so nasty,” she ran her fingers in and out of her pussy, then licked the cum off.That interview took about thirty minutes, with me pumping my load on her face as I held the camera, aiming down at my cock spewing my cream on her lovely facial features. She held my cock and rubbed the cum around for a minute, kinda nasty.Her next trip was wearing a scoop necked dress, with hose and heels, no bra or panties. She did tell me in. . this is...”A reminder Ping! sounded because Benjamin hadn’t read the text. “You probably don’t want to hear this, but they took video of you, too.”Benjamin began to laugh as Jason read the message upside down off the display. “Fuck!” he shouted. “Benjamin, What did you get yourself into?”Ping! “Are you there?”“I just committed suicide, you asshole!”Ping! “I understand you’re upset. Keep in mind I wasn’t at the party, Benjamin. It was my brother. He showed me the pictures and let me Airdrop.