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This story contains graphic sexual content, explicit language, themes of power imbalance, non-consensual undertones, and manipulation. Reader discretion is advised. All characters depicted in sexual scenarios are consenting adults aged 18 or older. This story is intended for mature audiences only. If these themes are uncomfortable, consider exploring other content.

Chapter 1:

Smith

Dr. Ben Smith stood alone in his dimly lit home lab, the hum of machines and the sterile scent of antiseptic filling the air. His hands hovered over the vial, a small 30ml container of clear fluid that held the culmination of years of research, sleepless nights, and a gnawing hunger for something beyond the boundaries of mere science. Nanobots. Billions of them, microscopic and invisible, but with the potential to reshape flesh, bone, and everything in between.

He lifted the vial, the glass cold against his fingers. His blue eyes, sharp and focused, scanned the label—nothing but a blank white strip where there should’ve been traceability markers. That was the point. This batch was off the record, acquired through channels that didn’t ask questions. For the first time in years, he felt a rush of excitement. This was more than another step in medical advancement. This was about control—the kind he had sought in the back rooms of high-end brothels, when he paid for an hour, or two, of a woman's submission. But even then, the power was fleeting, their bodies imperfect, their reactions disappointing. This...this was personal. He wanted to create perfection. And once he did, he would own it.

The technology had already saved lives—curing cancer, repairing damaged organs, even regenerating tissue—but that wasn’t enough for him. The nanobots could do more. They could be reprogrammed, reshaped—not just to save lives but to fulfill fantasies, create perfection where nature had failed. He imagined it—the power to make a body anything he wanted. The curve of a breast, the length of a cock, the strength of a grip, the sharpness of a jawline. The possibilities were endless. This wasn’t just about healing; this was about domination over flesh, bending biology to his vision, an urge beyond professional curiosity. It was personal, even sexual in its raw hunger for control.

He had always been fascinated by control, by the idea that he could manipulate life down to its very essence—reshape it to his will, as if he were a god with the power to define perfection. Medical advancements were only the beginning. He wanted more. Not just to fix the broken parts of the body, but to sculpt them, bend them into shapes and forms that suited his desires. The thought made his pulse quicken—a hunger deeper than science, something primal, bubbling beneath his calm exterior.

He set the vial down on the stainless steel counter and reached for the syringe. His hands were steady, practiced, as he pulled back the plunger, drawing precisely 3ml of fluid into the syringe. The tiny machines floated within, waiting for his command.

A sharp beep from the scanner on his desk broke the silence. He placed the syringe under the scanner’s green light, watching the screen blink to life. A serial number flashed across the monitor as the nanobots were assigned a unique identification code. Behind him, the holographic display began to flicker, a faint outline of his own body taking shape in the air.

The terminal buzzed softly as the nanobots were linked to the system. He tapped a few keys, watching as the screen showed a live feed of their neural network forming, threads of light weaving together in intricate patterns. It was beautiful, in a cold, clinical way—like watching the creation of a new organism, except this one was under his control.

His fingers danced across the keyboard, entering directives. The commands flowed easily, a product of years of trial and error, of knowing exactly how far he could push this technology without it collapsing into chaos.

He straightened, syringe in hand, staring at the sharp needle glinting under the lab’s LED lights. A slow smile crept across his face as he positioned the tip against his forearm. There was a moment, just a brief pause, where he considered the enormity of what he was about to do.

Then he pressed down. The needle slid in easily, and he depressed the plunger, sending the nanobots coursing into his bloodstream.

He exhaled, feeling a slight warmth spread from the injection site, the bots beginning their work. His eyes flicked to the holographic display, where his body slowly rendered in soft blue light. It was a mirror image, down to the last detail. He could see the nanobots inside of him now, each one represented as a tiny spark of light in his veins.

The replication process had begun.

His workstation beeped again, displaying the rapid multiplication of nanobots inside his system. Hundreds of thousands turned into millions within minutes. Neural pathways were forming, syncing with the terminal in real-time. His fingers tapped through the directives again, shaping the commands with a clarity that came from months of planning.

He leaned back in his chair, watching as the holographic model became more vivid, more alive. Every muscle fiber, every bone, was replicated within the hologram with perfect precision. Soon, he thought, it would be time to test the limits of what these machines could do. But for now, he felt the power coursing through his veins, the tingling at the base of his spine as the nanobots integrated with his nervous system.

A low chuckle escaped him. This was only the beginning.

He leaned over the glowing console, watching as lines of code danced across the screen, reflecting in his sharp blue eyes. This was his magnum opus—the program that could rewrite the human body as easily as a few keystrokes on a terminal. Nanobots had always been limited, confined to fixing isolated parts of the body. A tumor here, a damaged organ there. But the human form was a tangled web, complex beyond measure. One wrong move, one error in calculations, and the consequences could be catastrophic.

It was that complexity that had driven him. It consumed him, late nights for years. He had built a system that could handle the intricacy of it all, one that could take a single command—reshape the body, modify it—and break that command down into thousands of precise subroutines. The program didn’t just tell the nanobots to heal or adjust; it told them how to do it without disrupting the fragile balance of the human body.

He stared at the holographic replica of himself floating in the center of the room. The nanobots inside him were active now, alive, their neural network connected to the terminal. They responded to the program, awaiting orders. His heartbeat quickened. The possibilities were endless.

Smith had loaded every medical text he could get his hands on into the system—every study, every trial, every procedure known to man. The AI that ran the program could analyze, synthesize, and adapt in ways no human mind could. It could understand the body in its totality, mapping out every nerve, every cell, and ensuring that even the slightest change was accounted for. But the mind... the mind was still beyond him, its layers too intricate for the current technology. He couldn’t control thoughts, but he could control desire. He smirked, thinking about how addiction—how pleasure—could do what science could not.

There were limitations, of course. Mass couldn’t just be made to disappear. He couldn’t simply shed weight like peeling off a layer of skin. But repurposing? That was a different story. His mind churned with the possibilities—body fat broken down, rebuilt into muscle; organs strengthened and optimized. Height? A few inches could be added, using the fat stores in his body as raw material. It wasn’t magic, but it was close. The nanobots could take what was already there and make it something new.

He had run simulations countless times, testing the program’s capacity to handle entire bodily transformations without failure. Every time, the system responded flawlessly, recalculating in real-time, adjusting subroutines on the fly to prevent complications. But simulations were one thing. Doing it on a living, breathing body was another.

He’d worked too long, given up too much, to let this be just another theoretical triumph. He had the power to reshape himself, to break through every biological limit nature had imposed. His eyes flicked to the screen again, the directive panel blinking, waiting for his input.

All he had to do was type.

Smith stood in front of the holographic display, his fingers dancing over the terminal. A full body scan, the first real test of his nanobots’ capabilities, flickered to life. The outline of his body glowed in sharp detail, every bone, muscle, and organ rendered with clinical precision. His heartbeat, his neural activity, even the smallest shift in body temperature was displayed in real-time.

The scan began. His eyes narrowed as lines of data flooded the screen, dissecting him down to his genetic code. He felt a familiar thrill—a mixture of excitement and anticipation, the same feeling he’d had as a young researcher breaking new ground. The thrill of discovery, of facing the unknown and conquering it.

It didn’t take long for the system to start flagging issues. They were small, but they were there. He wasn’t perfect. No one was. A few broken strands of genetic code in his DNA, mutations here and there. Some inherited, others accumulated over the years. His immune system was handling a couple of low-grade viral infections, probably just picked up by day to day activities. Nothing dangerous, but they weren’t supposed to be there. His eyes—well, they’d seen better days. Age had slowly dulled his vision, and though he hadn’t noticed it much, he certainly wasn’t seeing the world as clearly as he used to.

Nothing life-threatening, but annoying. Imperfections. Things that could be fixed.

He pulled up the diagnostic list. The neural network inside his body mapped every anomaly, every tiny flaw in his genetic code, his immune system, and his organs. Subroutines were already generating on the terminal, hundreds of them, each dedicated to a specific task. The nanobots would repair the broken DNA, eradicate the infections, reset his immune system to optimum performance, and restore his vision. He smirked at the thought of seeing the world with sharper eyes—20/20 vision, maybe even better than that.

He clicked the command. The screen blinked as the directives were set into motion. The terminal displayed a countdown: 5 minutes until full correction.

His body remained still, but he could feel the faint warmth spreading through him. The nanobots were working, traveling through his bloodstream, targeting each flaw with microscopic precision. The sensation wasn’t unpleasant; it was more like a low hum vibrating through his muscles, a subtle shift just beneath his skin.

For a few moments, nothing seemed different. He continued staring at the holographic image of himself, watching as the subroutines completed one by one. DNA strands were being corrected, piece by piece, the viruses being wiped from his cells, Unwanted bacteria flushed from his system. Then he blinked, and suddenly, the world in front of him sharpened.

The dull edges of the lab’s equipment became razor-thin lines. The lights overhead no longer blurred in his peripheral vision. Everything snapped into crystal clarity. He could read the smallest text on the terminal from across the room, every character sharp, vivid. His eyes were working better than they ever had.

The warmth in his body intensified slightly, spreading from his core out to his limbs, but still, no pain. Just an odd sensation of being hyper-aware, of every part of him humming in unison with the nanobots as they corrected him from the inside out.

As the countdown hit zero. Smith grinned, an unrestrained sense of satisfaction washing over him. It worked. Every anomaly, every imperfection, scrubbed clean from his body. God damn…

He stepped closer to the holographic display, the image of his naked form suspended in glowing light. At 52, he was relatively average on most accounts. It was time to take things further, to move beyond simple corrections. He brought up the details pane, eyes gleaming as the stats of his physical body appeared on the screen. Height: 5'11. Weight: grayed out—mass, unchangeable. Body fat: 22%. Muscle mass: average. There were dials, sliders, and numbers, all there to be manipulated with the swipe of his hand.

He paused for a moment, staring at the body fat percentage. His fingers twitched as he dragged the dial down, watching the fat melt away in the holographic projection. The number dropped lower, 15%, 12%, finally stopping at 10%. As the body fat lowered, a red negative weight number appeared beside his body mass. The system needed to repurpose the fat, turn it into something useful. He grinned, sliding the muscle mass dial upward, feeling the anticipation coil inside him as his body in the display bulked up. Broad shoulders, thicker arms, sculpted chest—every inch of muscle finely tuned, precision-crafted. He added two more inches to his height, watching as the negative mass zeroed out, leaving just a half-pound of matter left.

But there was something else. Something he had been thinking about, fantasizing about, ever since he got his hands on the nanobots. He shifted his gaze to his dick. The display showed it too, hanging slightly above average in both length and girth. 6.5 inches, 5 inches thick. A decent size. He was hard now, the thought of what he could do sending blood surging through his veins. It showed in the display, the outline of his erect cock hovering in the air before him.

His pulse quickened as he highlighted his cock, along with his testicles, the faint glow surrounding them on the display. Time to have some fun. He grabbed the slider, dragging it upwards slowly. The length grew first, the hologram showing his cock elongating inch by inch, the girth expanding to match. 7 inches. 8. He finally stopped at nearly 9 inches long, with a thickness of 6.5 inches, his balls hanging lower, fuller, heavier. The sight of it made his breath hitch, a wicked grin spreading across his face. That would work. For now. He already knew he’d tweak it later, make it bigger when the mood struck him.

Satisfied, he hit the apply button. The terminal buzzed softly, calculating, the screen flashing with lines of code as it generated thousands of subroutines. The estimated completion time blinked on the screen: 15 minutes. His heart rate spiked in excitement. No waiting. He would feel the transformation now, in real-time.

A deep warmth surged through his core, stronger than before, spreading out into his limbs. His muscles tensed and then relaxed, a rhythmic pulse echoing under his skin. The transformation had begun, and he was awake to feel it. He watched the holographic model on the screen as his body reshaped itself in real-time. Veins sparked with nanobot activity, tiny glimmers of light flashing inside him, rippling just beneath the surface. His pulse quickened, matching the thrumming heat that moved through him like a living current.

Smith inhaled sharply, feeling the muscles in his arms thicken. There was no pain—only a steady pressure, as if his body was inflating from the inside out. His chest expanded with each breath, the muscles becoming more defined, skin stretching over newly formed ridges of muscle. His fingers twitched involuntarily, power surging through them. His legs elongated, bones shifting and reforming smoothly, adding inches to his height. A subtle shift in perspective as the lab seemed to tilt slightly—he was taller now, his body recalibrating instantly to the new height. He glanced down at his reflection in the steel countertop, catching sight of his growing chest and broader shoulders. Then the sensation moved lower, heat pooling in his groin. His cock swelled, inch by inch, throbbing with vitality as it thickened and lengthened. His balls grew heavier, their weight pulling on his skin as they expanded. He let out a low chuckle, watching the transformation happen before his eyes, feeling every change without discomfort, only satisfaction.

He stood still, his breath steady but his body alive with sensation. His muscles flexed involuntarily, responding to the nanobots as they rewired his form. His biceps bulged, veins surfacing like rivers, thickening with every second. The feeling was intoxicating—control, power, reshaping himself into something superior. His fingers brushed against his chest, and he could feel the hardness of muscle that wasn’t there minutes before. His skin, warm and taut, stretched perfectly over his newly sculpted form. Each breath seemed to fill him with more strength, more precision. Below, his cock pulsed, now heavier and larger than ever before. The girth filled his hand as he tested it, feeling the weight, the incredible power. He grinned wickedly, watching the final adjustments in the hologram. The replication was flawless.

The muscle definition was sharp, each curve and line more pronounced than before. His abs were solid, his arms thicker, and his height... He could feel the extra inches, his posture more commanding. He looked down, grinning as his eyes landed on the most obvious change—the length and thickness of his cock hanging heavy between his legs, the weight of it making his pulse quicken with satisfaction. He had known it would work, but seeing it—feeling it—was something else entirely. He looked like an enigma, like he was in his mid thirties, yet somehow still seasoned, where someone could perhaps say he was in his mid forties.

He lingered in front of the mirror, his fingers tracing the hard lines of his chest, marveling at how seamlessly the nanobots had reshaped him. Every muscle rippled beneath his skin, every joint moved with a fluid strength he hadn’t felt in years—if ever. His reflection grinned back at him, and he couldn’t help but laugh, low and satisfied. This was power. This was control.

The night stretched on, and the thrill of his transformation didn't fade. He wandered through the house, his footsteps heavier, more deliberate. Each movement was effortless, his new strength humming under his skin like a coiled spring ready to snap. He stretched his arms above his head, his muscles tight but not aching, enjoying the way his body responded.

Eventually, exhaustion tugged at the edges of his excitement. Not physical, but the mental weight of the night’s intensity. He collapsed into bed, his mind still buzzing with possibilities, his body thrumming with the lingering effects of the transformation. Sleep came quickly, a deep and dreamless slumber that seemed to stretch into eternity.

When he woke the next morning, the sunlight spilling through the blinds, his body felt... different but familiar. The changes were now a part of him, woven into every fiber of his being. He moved with ease, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and standing up with a confidence that felt natural.

It was Saturday morning. He had the whole day to himself. He wandered through his house in nothing but his boxers, stretching his limbs and feeling the new strength with every movement. He poured himself a cup of coffee, savoring the bitter warmth as he sat in his living room. The possibilities swirled in his mind. He was just beginning to tap into the power of the nanobots, the potential to reshape the human body—reshape anyone’s body. The thought made his pulse quicken again.

Eric had been his connection to the underworld, a man with access to flesh—women, broken by life, waiting for someone to use them. Smith had started out as just another client, paying for his nights of indulgence, trying to scratch that itch for control. But it wasn’t enough. He wanted more than submission. He wanted to change them. Their relationship had grown in strange, mutual benefit—Smith got his subjects, and Eric never asked what he did with them as long as the money was right. Over time, though, their relationship had evolved, especially once Smith began to share details about the nature of some of his research.

Eric was intrigued, of course. The kind of man who saw opportunity in everything, especially in the potential to control bodies, keep them healthy, and to reshape them for pleasure or profit. They’d had more than a few conversations about what the nanobots could do. It hadn’t taken much to convince Eric to let him start experimenting. When the time was right, Eric had promised, Smith could have his pick of any girl of his he wanted.

He leaned back in his chair, sipping his coffee, thinking about the girls. Some had been fun, some forgettable. But Lizzy—Lizzy—she had stuck out. Tall, slim, with curves that caught his eye. Her body was perfect in a raw, untouched way, but his mind wandered to what it could become. With a few adjustments, a few calculated tweaks, she could be even more stunning, even more...useful. She would be the perfect subject, not just for science, but for something more primal that simmered just beneath the surface of his thoughts. And she had a way of moving, a light in her eyes that had drawn him in, and a bubbly sluttiness he enjoyed. He smirked, setting his coffee cup down.

He grabbed his phone and quickly typed out a message to Eric: I want Lizzy over this afternoon. 2 o’clock.

It didn’t take long for the reply to come through: Done.

Smith sat back, smiling to himself. He’d fucked plenty of women through Eric, used their bodies in whatever ways amused him for the night. But this—this was different. Those women had been experiments of a different kind, playthings. Lizzy, though? Lizzy was special. Today would be interesting. Lizzy would be his first real test, the first woman whose body he could truly reshape. And unlike those hollow transactions with Eric’s girls, this time, he would keep her—perfected, and under his control.

He leaned forward, his tablet glowing softly on the coffee table. His fingers moved with practiced ease, accessing the program’s AI section through the terminal in his basement lab. The interface lit up, sleek and responsive, and with a few taps, he entered the nanite neural network, opening an audio channel directly to the AI. This allowed him to directly ask questions to the AI controlling the nanites neural network within his body.

“Regarding sexual function—can you enact a change that will allow the subject to maintain an erection and only ejaculate when desired?” he asked.

The AI’s voice responded smoothly, calm and clear. “Yes, easily. This change is quite minor. Shall I enact it now?”

A flicker of satisfaction ran through him. “Yes.”

There was a slight pause as the system processed, and then the AI continued. “Change enacted. Is there anything else you’d like to modify?”

Smith stared at the tablet, the gears in his mind turning. “What’s the current volume of semen released during ejaculation?” His tone was clinical, but the excitement simmered beneath the surface.

“The figure varies depending on multiple physiological conditions,” the AI answered, “roughly 2 to 4 milliliters of fluid is released during ejaculation.”

Smith nodded, thinking. That wasn’t going to cut it for what he had in mind. “And how much semen is currently stored within the testicles?”

“Maximum capacity is roughly 5 milliliters.”

His lips curved into a smirk. This was just the beginning. “What’s the feasibility of multiplying that by 10?”

The AI paused for a brief calculation. “Some minor reworking of bodily functions and testicular size will need to be completed, but the modifications are feasible.”

“Do it,” Smith commanded without hesitation. “And make all sperm produced dormant.”

“Directives sent,” the AI confirmed in its steady, neutral tone. “Roughly 2 minutes until completion.”

Smith exhaled, leaning back into the couch, a sense of power swelling inside him. He grinned, thinking about Lizzy, the way she’d respond when she arrived later that afternoon. The new changes would make this encounter unlike any before.

Lizzy

Lizzy arrived right on time, her usual bright smile lighting up her face as she bounced through the door. Just as she reached for the handle, her phone buzzed again. Leo. She frowned, seeing his name flash on the screen along with missed calls and unread texts. Lizzy, where the hell are you? Call me back! She bit her lip, hesitating for a brief moment. The protective tone in his last message made her chest tighten. She quickly silenced the phone and shoved it back into her pocket, ignoring the gnawing guilt.

“Hey, Dr. Smith!” she said cheerfully, her voice as sweet and bubbly as ever. “You look great! How’ve you been?”

Smith nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Doing well, Lizzy. Come in.”

She practically skipped into the room, her energy infectious. “Ooh, what’s on the agenda today?” she asked playfully, her hands already moving to unbutton her coat.

“I’ve got something to show you,” Smith said, his voice low, a hint of something more beneath the casual tone.

Lizzy’s eyes lit up. “Show me? I love surprises!” She giggled, stepping closer. “So, what’s this thing you wanna show me?” Her fingers danced over the buttons of his shirt, quick and eager. She was used to this, falling into the rhythm of her job easily.

Her hands slipped lower, undressing him with practiced ease, her bubbly commentary filling the air as she worked. But the moment she pulled down his pants, her eyes went wide. “Oh my gosh!” she gasped, her hand freezing over his swollen cock. “I don’t remember you being this big!” Her laugh was light, innocent, but there was genuine surprise in her voice as she stared at him, clearly impressed.

Smith’s smirk deepened, watching her reaction with quiet satisfaction. “I’ve been running a few experiments lately,” he said, casually adjusting his stance. “And there’s a few I want to try with you too.”

Her eyes brightened at the word ‘experiments.’ She always had a playful, curious streak, especially when it came to something new. “Really? Like, you’re gonna use science on me?” She sounded excited, not nervous, as she tugged her shirt over her head, her tone laced with innocent eagerness. “This is gonna be so fun!”

Her fingers traced along his chest as she giggled, stepping out of her skirt without hesitation. “I can't wait to see what you’ve been working on,” she said, her bubbly enthusiasm never wavering. “I mean, if it made you this big…” She shot him a playful glance, biting her lip. "I’m so ready to be your experiment."

Lizzy's eyes glimmered with playful curiosity as she knelt before Smith, her lips curling into a teasing smile. “Let’s see just how much bigger you’ve gotten,” she giggled, wrapping her delicate fingers around the thick length of him. Her hand barely encircled his cock. Slowly, she began stroking him, her movements gentle but firm, eyes flicking up to meet his as she leaned forward.

She licked her lips before teasingly flicking the tip of her tongue against his swollen head. Smith’s body tensed, but he stayed silent, watching her with calm intensity. She giggled again, clearly enjoying the reaction, before taking him deeper, her lips stretching around his girth as she slid his cock into her mouth.

Lizzy's bubbly, innocent exterior made every movement seem more deliberate, more exploratory. She bobbed her head slowly, her tongue swirling around his shaft with practiced skill, but there was a wide-eyed enthusiasm in the way she did it. Her lips slid further down, inch by inch, her hand still stroking what she couldn’t take into her mouth. The wet sounds filled the air, her soft hums vibrating against him.

Smith groaned low in his throat, his fingers resting gently on her head, guiding her without force. She worked him eagerly, her pace quickening as she grew more comfortable with his size. Her eyes flicked up again, locking with his as she pulled back, lips still wrapped around the tip before she slid down again, taking him as deep as she could, her hand moving faster now.

“Fuck, Lizzy…” he muttered under his breath, feeling her lips tighten around him. She smiled around his cock, her own arousal building as she sensed his pleasure. She didn’t stop, sucking him harder, taking him deeper until her throat flexed around him. Her pace was relentless, the sounds of her mouth and his heavy breathing filling the room.

But just as Smith’s muscles began to tense, he pulled her off him with a gentle tug. She looked up, slightly breathless, her lips wet and swollen, a question in her eyes.

“Not yet,” he said, his voice firm but teasing.

Her eyes widened with excitement, and without a word, she stood up, quickly stripping off the last of her clothes. She was eager, that much was clear, her innocent charm never fading as she lay back on the couch, spreading her legs invitingly. “Okay, your turn,” she giggled, her voice light but filled with anticipation.

Smith positioned himself between her legs, his cock hard and heavy as he slid the tip against her wet hairless pussy. Lizzy moaned softly, her hips already rolling upward to meet him. He teased her for a moment, running the head of his cock along her wet folds, slick with anticipation.

“Please…” she whispered, her bubbly tone slipping into something more needy, more desperate. “I want it.”

He thrust forward, burying half of his cock inside her with one smooth stroke. Lizzy gasped, her back arching off the couch as she felt every inch of him stretch her. Her legs wrapped around him, her heels pressing into his back as he started to move, slow and steady, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in. Her moans grew louder with each thrust, her hands gripping the cushions beneath her as her body adjusted to the sheer size of him.

Smith watched her closely, his pace deliberate, controlling the rhythm as he drove deeper into her. Her bubbly exterior cracked with each thrust, her innocent giggles replaced by breathless moans. “Oh my god…” she gasped, her nails digging into his skin as her hips bucked up to meet him, faster, more desperate.

He increased the pace, his thrusts hard and deep, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Lizzy's head fell back, her moans turning into cries of pleasure as her body started to tremble beneath him. She was close, he could feel it—her legs tightening around him, her breaths coming in ragged gasps.

“Come on,” Smith muttered, driving into her harder, watching her face twist in pleasure. “I want to feel you cum.”

That was all it took. Lizzy's body tensed, her nails dragging down his back as she cried out, her orgasm crashing over her in waves. Her walls clenched around him, her hips bucking wildly as she rode out the pleasure, her moans filling the room.

Smith didn’t slow down. In fact, the moment Lizzy’s orgasm began to fade, he grabbed her hips and pulled her closer, thrusting into her with a new intensity. His movements were harder, more demanding, his cock filling her over and over again, his grip on her body firm.

Lizzy gasped, her bubbly laughter breaking through her moans. “Oh my God,” she giggled, her voice breathless and high-pitched. “You’re… you’re so big! I can feel… everything!”

Smith grinned, his eyes dark as he watched her reaction, driving into her harder, each thrust sending shockwaves through her. “You like that, huh?” he muttered, his voice low, teasing.

“Y-yes!” Lizzy cried out, her hands gripping his arms for support. “Fuck, I love it! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”

He didn’t. He picked up the pace, his hips slamming into her, his cock hitting deep, just where she wanted it. Her body rocked beneath him, every thrust making her gasp and giggle at the same time, her eyes fluttering as she tried to catch her breath.

“You feel so good, Lizzy,” he growled, his hands digging into her hips as he fucked her relentlessly. “So tight.”

Her head lolled back, her blonde hair spilling out over the couch. “Oh my God, I can’t… I can’t handle it,” she moaned, her voice quivering with every thrust. “It feels too good! You’re gonna make me cum again…”

“Do it,” Smith commanded, his voice rough as he continued pounding into her.

Lizzy’s legs trembled, her body responding to his words, her hips bucking up to meet his every thrust. “Oh fuck,” she gasped, her eyes wide, her fingers clutching at him as her body built toward another climax. “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna… Oh my God!”

Her body convulsed, her back arching as she screamed, the orgasm tearing through her. She shook beneath him, her pussy clenching around his cock as she came hard, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. “Oh my God! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she cried, her voice breaking as she lost herself in the pleasure.

Smith didn’t stop. He kept thrusting, harder, faster, feeling her body tighten around him. Her orgasm made it harder to hold back, the sensation driving him closer to the edge. His breathing became more ragged, his grip on her tightening as he drove deeper, feeling the need building inside him.

Lizzy could barely speak through her moans, her eyes half-closed, lost in the haze of pleasure. “You’re so… so good at this,” she giggled breathlessly. “I don’t think I’ve ever been fucked this good before.”

Smith growled, feeling the heat coiling low in his abdomen. He was ready. He thrust into her one last time, hard and deep, before finally letting go. His body stiffened, his cock twitching inside her as he came, and it was more than he’d ever expected. The nanobots had done their job well.

Lizzy gasped as she felt the first surge of cum inside her. “Oh my God,” she whispered, her eyes widening as more followed, his cock still pulsing. “Ohhhh fuuuuuck, yesss.”

Smith grunted, his hips jerking as he emptied himself into her. Her pussy clenched around him, milking him for everything he had.

Lizzy was giggling again, but this time it was mixed with awe. “Oh my God, I can feel it… there’s so much cum, it’s dripping out of me!” She shifted underneath him, her eyes fluttering. “I didn’t even know a guy could cum this much…”

Smith smirked, pulling back slightly, still inside her but feeling the last few spurts of cum leave him. “Just part of the experiment,” he muttered, watching her reaction.

Lizzy’s eyes were wide, a playful grin spreading across her face. “Well, you definitely passed the test,” she giggled, her hand resting on her belly. “I’m so full. It feels amazing!”

"Glad you think so," Smith said, his voice low and steady as he pulled out of her, leaving Lizzy breathless and still trembling from her orgasm. He stood over her, watching her chest rise and fall, her body glistening with sweat.

Lizzy giggled again, her legs weak and her mind hazy from pleasure. "I think you’ve completely worn me out." She stretched, her body still humming with the aftershocks, her playful grin never fading.

Smith's expression darkened slightly, his smirk widening. "I think it's your turn now. There are a few experiments I’ve been wanting to run on you. What do you think about that?"

Her eyes flicked up, blinking in confusion. “You mean… that wasn't the experiment?” She laughed, rolling onto her side, her blonde hair spilling over her shoulders as she caught her breath. “I thought we were already doing one.”

“Not even the tip of the iceberg,” Smith replied, his voice carrying an edge of something more. “Follow me down to my lab. You can stay naked.”

Lizzy’s curiosity flared again, excitement flickering in her eyes as she sat up, sliding off the couch. “Okay, but you’ve got me all intrigued now!” She giggled, her bare feet padding along the cold floor as she followed him through the house, her body still flushed from their earlier session, his cum slowly leaking down her leg.

Smith led her down the stairs to the basement, where his lab was waiting. The sterile, cold environment was a stark contrast to the heat of their earlier encounter. Lizzy’s steps faltered as she glanced around, taking in the machines, the equipment, the sterile steel counters.

On one of those counters sat the vial, the nanobots suspended in a clear fluid. Smith grabbed it with practiced ease, holding it up to the light for a moment before setting it down and picking up a syringe. His movements were precise as he drew 3ml of the fluid from the vial, his back turned to her as he worked.

“What’s that?” Lizzy asked, her voice a little more hesitant now, the bubbly excitement dimming as she watched him scan the syringe. She wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly aware of how vulnerable she was in the cold lab, still naked and exposed.

Smith didn’t turn around. He calmly inputted the serial number for the nanobots into his terminal, linking the batch to the AI system. “Your future,” he said simply, his voice steady.

Lizzy’s eyes widened, her arms tightening around her body. “I don’t know about this,” she said slowly, her earlier confidence starting to waver. “Your… your cum was one thing, but injecting me with something? I didn’t sign up for that.”

Smith finally turned, syringe in hand, his expression unreadable. “If you say no, Eric will only make you come back. You know how this works.”

Lizzy bit her lip, her eyes darting between the syringe and Smith’s face. She knew he was right. Eric had connections, and when he wanted something done, it got done. Her options weren’t really options at all. After a long pause, she sighed, forcing a smile. “Alright,” she said, her voice soft, uncertain. “I trust you, Dr. Smith. Let’s do this.”

Smith stepped forward, his smile cold as he raised the syringe. “Good girl.”

Smith approached her with the syringe, the needle gleaming under the sterile lights of the lab. Lizzy’s eyes were fixed on it, her body stiffening slightly as he moved closer, but she didn’t pull away. His hand was steady, calm, as he pressed the needle into her arm, injecting the nanobots into her bloodstream.

“There,” he said quietly, watching her closely as the plunger emptied. “It’s done.”

Lizzy’s breath hitched, but she stayed silent, her eyes wide as she watched him step back. “That’s it?” she asked, her voice still carrying that soft, innocent tone. “I don’t… feel anything.”

“Not yet,” Smith replied, turning toward the terminal. He tapped a few keys, activating the system. Before them, a holographic display of Lizzy’s body began to materialize in soft blue light, every organ, every muscle rendered in meticulous detail. The nanobots were syncing with the AI, mapping her out from the inside.

Lizzy’s eyes widened as she stared at the hologram of herself, her hand coming up to touch her chest as if she could feel the connection. “Wow, that’s… really neat,” she said, a small, almost childlike smile spreading across her face. She tilted her head, watching as the projection flickered and adjusted, showing her body in real-time.

Smith’s gaze was fixed on the display, a slow smile tugging at his lips. “With these little nanobots,” he began, his voice steady, “I can heal you of anything. Every disease, every virus, cancer… whatever.”

Lizzy blinked, her mind catching up to his words. “Wow,” she whispered, staring at the hologram in awe. “That’s incredible… I had no idea something like this was even possible.”

Smith’s eyes darkened, watching her reaction. “This is only the beginning, Lizzy. These nanobots can reshape everything.”

Smith initiated the program, his fingers gliding over the terminal as Lizzy’s hologram began to flicker and hum. The scan had already identified minor ailments—viruses, genetic mutations, even slight hormonal imbalances—and the nanobots started their work immediately. A countdown appeared on the screen: 5 minutes until all corrections were complete.

As they stood there, the hologram of Lizzy’s body glowing softly between them, Smith glanced at her. “Tell me, Lizzy,” he said, his voice measured, “if you could change anything about yourself, what would it be?”

Lizzy tilted her head, thinking for a moment before her bright eyes sparkled with excitement. “Honestly? I wish I was a few inches shorter.” She giggled, glancing down at her legs. “And my tits… God, I’ve always wanted massive tits.” Her voice bubbled with enthusiasm, like she was sharing a secret fantasy. “Big, heavy, like… G-cup big.”

Smith nodded, his eyes sharp as he turned back to the holographic display. He manipulated the controls with precision, altering the image of her body to match her desires. He adjusted her height first, watching the red indicator rise as her overall mass remained unchanged. “We’ll make you a few inches shorter,” he muttered, more to himself than to her. “About 5’4” should do it. Of course, the mass has to go somewhere…”

Lizzy nodded eagerly, though she didn’t quite follow the scientific nuances. “Uh-huh,” she said, her eyes glued to the changing hologram. “Yeah, that sounds perfect!”

Smith worked swiftly, sliding the body mass controls to redistribute her weight. He shifted the excess fat to her breasts, his fingers moving over the display as her chest swelled on the screen, her modest C-cup growing larger with each adjustment. Her holographic form transformed before her eyes, her breasts expanding until they were nearly G-cups, round and impossibly full.

Lizzy’s jaw dropped in awe. “Oh my God,” she breathed, her hands instinctively moving to her own chest, as though she could already feel the weight of her new breasts. “That’s… that’s amazing! Can you imagine how many guys would be all over me with tits like that?” She laughed, the thought clearly thrilling her. “Guys love big tits. I love big tits!”

Smith smirked, barely paying attention to her ramblings as he fine-tuned the rest of her body. He adjusted her muscle mass, adding subtle definition to balance out the remaining weight, ensuring that everything was perfectly proportioned. The red warning disappeared, the calculations zeroed out. “We’ll firm up your muscles a bit too,” he said, his voice taking on a more clinical tone. “You’ll maintain your current weight distribution without any strain.”

“Sure, sure,” Lizzy murmured, still enraptured by the sight of her enlarged breasts on the display. “Whatever you say, Doc. As long as my tits are huge, I’m happy!”

As she continued to chatter about how much men loved large breasts, Smith silently made a few more adjustments. His eyes flicked to the sexual parameters—her lubrication levels, nerve sensitivity—and with a few quick taps, he increased her self-lubrication, ensuring she’d never have an issue with dryness. Then, more importantly, he increased the nerve sensitivity in key erogenous zones: her nipples, her clitoris, her G-spot, and several other areas designed for maximum pleasure.

The changes were subtle but effective.

“That’s it?” Lizzy asked, glancing over at him, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Just a few tweaks, and I’m gonna be a walking wet dream?”

Smith looked up from the terminal, his smirk widening. “You have no idea.”

A timer blinked to life on the screen—5 minutes until completion. Smith’s eyes narrowed as he stared at the countdown. “Interesting,” he muttered under his breath.

Lizzy, still watching her altered form with wide eyes, glanced over. “What’s interesting?” she asked, her voice curious but still light with her usual bubbly energy.

Smith didn’t look up right away, his fingers tapping rapidly on the terminal as he examined the progress. “Oh, changes are taking place remarkably fast,” he said, his voice betraying a hint of surprise.

“Oh yeah?” she giggled, shifting slightly as if her body already felt different. “Why’s that?”

Smith frowned, the speed of the changes puzzling him. “I’m not sure…” His fingers moved swiftly, opening up the AI interface. He kept it text-only, wanting to ask without alarming her.

Why are the changes taking place so rapidly?

The AI responded immediately.

Her body nanite levels are nearing optimal capacity. At optimal levels, large changes are implemented swiftly.

Smith’s brow furrowed deeper. How are her levels so high already?

The AI responded, The nanites already inside her body adopted into the new neural network. Replication had been ongoing.

Smith’s eyes widened slightly as he reread the text. Nanites already inside her body?

Yes. Nanites with your signature.

He blinked, realization hitting him. “Ohh…” he murmured aloud, a smirk tugging at his lips. “My cum.”

Lizzy’s head turned toward him, her eyebrows raising in confusion. “Huh?”

Smith shook his head, chuckling softly to himself. “That’s good to know…” His voice trailed off as he stared at the screen. It seemed the nanobots from his earlier orgasm had already begun replicating inside her, speeding up the process. Everything was coming together faster than expected.

Lizzy shifted again, her body clearly starting to feel the effects. “I feel really warm,” she said, her voice softer now, but still with a curious edge. “Is that normal?”

Smith glanced at her, his smirk still in place. “Completely normal,” he assured her, watching as the countdown ticked away, eager to see just how far these changes would take her.

As the seconds ticked by, the lab filled with a quiet hum, the holographic display casting an eerie glow over Lizzy’s naked form. She shifted on her feet, the warmth in her body growing more pronounced with each passing second. Her skin tingled, her breath coming a little faster, her eyes still fixed on the hologram that showed her transformation in real time.

The changes were already happening, faster than he had anticipated. Lizzy’s height had already started to adjust, her figure shifting subtly. The hologram showed the new balance of mass—her breasts swelling larger as her frame shrank slightly. Every adjustment was perfectly calculated, the nanobots working in synchronization with her body to make sure everything was seamless.

Lizzy took a deep breath, her hands wandering to her chest, her fingers grazing her nipples as if testing their sensitivity. She giggled softly, her voice light and playful, but there was a nervous energy beneath it. “I think… I can feel something,” she said, a hint of awe in her voice. “It’s like… my tits are getting warmer!”

Smith stood next to her, eyes never leaving the screen. “It’ll come soon enough,” he muttered, more to himself than to her. He was already thinking ahead, imagining how her new form would look once the process was complete. He glanced at her, a small smile curling on his lips as he added, “You’re going to love it.”

Lizzy ran her hands down her body, her fingers tracing over her hips and stomach, as if trying to get a feel for what was happening. “I already do! This is so wild. I mean, I’ve always wanted huge tits, and now…” She giggled again, her fingers playing with her nipples, which were already more sensitive, thanks to the nanites' modifications. “This is gonna be amazing!”

Smith smirked, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “It’s not just your breasts,” he said, his voice taking on a more clinical tone. “I’ve made a few other adjustments. Your self-lubrication, nerve sensitivity… particularly in your nipples, clit, G-spot… and other areas.” He trailed off, watching for her reaction.

Lizzy’s eyes widened slightly, her fingers pausing on her chest. “Wait, really?” She laughed, shaking her head as if she couldn’t believe it. “I’m gonna be like… a walking orgasm, aren’t I?” Her voice was half-joking, half-excited.

“Something like that,” Smith replied with a smirk, his eyes fixed on the display as the final minutes of the countdown ticked away.

The timer on the screen ticked down, second by second, Smith couldn’t help but stare at Lizzy. Her body was changing before his eyes—her waist narrowing, her breasts swelling larger and heavier with each breath she took. She was becoming exactly what he envisioned, a perfect blend of beauty and lust, like a living, breathing doll crafted by his hands.

Lizzy seemed to feel it too. Her hands kept roaming over her body, marveling at the way her curves had filled out, the way her skin felt more sensitive to every touch. She giggled again, her voice breathless as she looked at him. “I feel so… different. It’s like I’m softer, but stronger at the same time. God, I love this…”

Smith’s gaze was dark, filled with hunger, as he took in her new form. The roundness of her massive breasts, now nearly a G-cup, the way her hips flared perfectly, the balance of muscle and femininity. She was slowly becoming his ideal, the result of his carefully crafted work. And she was loving every second of it, her excitement and innocence only making the transformation more tantalizing.

Her eyes drifted down then, and she noticed his cock—still rock-hard, throbbing with arousal as he stood there, naked, watching her become his perfect creation. She bit her lip, her innocent eyes lighting up with a mischievous grin. “Oh my God,” she giggled, her voice high and playful. “You’re hard again already? You like what you see, huh?”

Smith’s smirk deepened. “You look fucking incredible, Lizzy. It’s exactly what I wanted.”

Her hands ran up her sides, stopping at her breasts, squeezing them gently. “I feel incredible… and these?” She jiggled her breasts playfully, her eyes sparkling. “I don’t even know how I’m going to walk around with these things, but fuck, I love them.” She laughed, stepping closer to him, her body practically glowing with the warmth of the nanobots still working inside her. "Looks like you do too.”

Smith’s pulse quickened as she moved closer, her body now inches away from his. “I can’t wait to see how you feel.”

Smith didn’t hesitate, not for a second. As soon as Lizzy pressed that soft, newly transformed body against him, he gripped her hips tight, pulling her in until her breasts were crushed up against his chest. She giggled, biting her lip, excitement radiating from her as she felt his cock, hard and throbbing. "Mmmm, you're so hard for me, Smith," she purred, fingers drifting down his stomach, teasing, playful. "I love it."

No words needed—he shoved her down to her knees, and Lizzy was all too eager to obey. That playful grin turned heated, eyes locked on him, lips parting slowly. Her hands wrapped around his thick shaft, stroking slow, teasing every inch. "You're gonna let me suck this big cock, aren't you?" she giggled again, that innocent-bubbly tone dripping with naughty intentions, driving him mad.

“Get to work,” Smith growled, rough and low, arousal burning through him.

She licked her lips, leaning in, tongue swirling around the swollen head before she took him into her mouth, inch by inch, her eyes never leaving his. Lips stretched wide, spit glistening on her tongue as she sucked deeper. Her moans started soft, vibrating against him, building louder as her head bobbed faster, working him eagerly, sucking him in with every movement. Wet, sloppy sounds filled the lab, her mouth a perfect fit, tongue dancing around his shaft.

“Fuck, Lizzy…” Smith groaned, hands tangling in her hair, guiding her as she tried to take more, deeper, her throat flexing as she gagged slightly but never stopped. She pulled back for air, gasping, a string of spit still connecting her lips to his cock. A wicked grin stretched across her face before she plunged down again, harder, saliva dripping, her hand pumping in time with her mouth.

She pulled off him with a breathless laugh, her lips swollen. "You like that, Dr. Smith?" she teased, eyes sparkling. “I wanna make you feel soooo good.”

Before he could answer, she pushed him back, standing up quick. “But I want more,” she giggled, spinning around and bending over, showing off that perfect ass, her pussy already dripping, glistening under the light. “Fuuuuuck me, pleeeease,” she begged, her voice high and needy, desperation in every syllable.

Smith didn’t need any more coaxing. Grabbing her hips, he lined himself up, teasing her by rubbing the head of his cock along her slick folds. Her moan was loud, body trembling, legs barely holding up. “Please, I neeeeed it,” she gasped, voice full of need. “I want your big cock inside me.”

With a single rough thrust, he buried himself deep, one smooth motion, and Lizzy screamed—nails digging into the counter as her tight pussy gripped him hard. “Ohhhh myyy GOD!” she cried, voice breaking, barely able to handle him. “You’re soooo big, fuuuuuck! Yesss, yesss, yesss!”

Smith slammed into her again, harder, hips slapping against her round ass with each brutal thrust. Her tits bounced wildly, and his hands slid up, grabbing those perfect, firm breasts he’d given her, squeezing hard. Lizzy’s moans turned into loud cries, her back arching as his fingers pinched her hard nipples.

“Ohhh fuuuck, ohhh fuuuck,” she gasped, shaking. “I love when you play with my tits…they feel sooooo good!”

Smith leaned forward, his breath hot against her ear, pounding her harder, his hands never leaving her breasts. “You love these big tits I gave you, don’t you?” he growled, voice thick with lust.

“Yesssss!” Lizzy cried out, her body rocking back against him. “They’re so sensitive…fuuuck, I’m gonna cum!”

“Not yet,” Smith grunted, thrusting into her relentlessly. He reached up, grabbing a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back roughly, fucking her harder than ever. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed in the room, Lizzy’s screams filling the space. Her eyes rolled back as she came, hard, her pussy clamping down around him, convulsing.

“Fuuuuuck, fuuuuuuck, fuuuuuuck!” she cried, her body shaking uncontrollably as her orgasm ripped through her, juices soaking his cock. But Smith didn’t stop. He kept pounding her, her legs trembling as she moaned and gasped, completely lost to the pleasure.

“You like it rough, don’t you?” he growled, tugging her hair tighter, holding her in place as he fucked her mercilessly.

“Yesssss, yesssss, fuuuuck, yesssss!” Lizzy sobbed, her body giving in to every brutal thrust. “I love it…I fucking love it!”

He released her hair, pushing her down against the counter, taking her even harder. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples aching, sensitive, sending her into another fit of moans. Smith used her, fucked her until her body was writhing, trembling beneath him. She came again, even harder this time, her pussy squeezing him tight, her moans turning into desperate, broken screams.

“Oh myyyy GOD, I’m cumming agaaaain!” she gasped, convulsing.

Smith grunted, feeling her walls tighten around him, pushing him closer. Grabbing her hips, he fucked her with a final burst of intensity, slamming into her one last time before his body tensed. His cock twitched, and with a low groan, he came hard, spilling inside her, filling her deep with hot cum.

Lizzy moaned, barely able to speak, trembling, feeling him pump into her, warmth spreading deep. “Fuuuck…” she whispered, voice shaky. “There’s so much…”

Smith pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip from her, her body still quivering. She looked back at him, flushed, eyes half-closed. “That was…fucking amazing,” she giggled, breathless, her whole body still trembling.

Smith smirked down at her, not done. “We’re just getting started.”

By the time the evening sun dipped below the horizon, they had fucked several more times. Each round was rougher, more intense than the last, until Lizzy, completely spent, passed out on the bed, her body still trembling from the relentless pleasure. Her massive tits rose and fell with each deep breath, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat. She looked like a living sex doll, exactly what Smith had intended.

Smith stood over her, naked, his eyes trailing over her exhausted form. His cock was still hard, throbbing with desire, but for now, he had other plans. He grabbed his tablet from the bedside table, his fingers moving quickly as he accessed the program. He sat down, the holographic display flickering to life in front of him, showing both his own body and Lizzy’s in intricate detail.

He grinned to himself, an idea forming in his mind as he navigated to his own profile. The display showed the measurements of his cock, already large, but not large enough. Not for what he had in mind. He dragged the slider upwards, increasing his cock’s size inch by inch until it read just shy of 10 inches. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as the hologram adjusted, showing the new length and girth of his erect cock.

But that wasn’t all. He tapped a few more commands, adjusting the volume of his semen ejaculation even higher. He wanted to push the limits, to see just how much his body could produce. The system calculated the changes quickly, making the necessary neural adjustments to ensure his cum load would be massive—enough to overwhelm any woman.

Satisfied, Smith turned his attention back to Lizzy’s profile. He scanned her body, noticing the subtle changes already taking place. But if his cock was going to be nearly 10 inches, he needed to make sure she could handle it. He adjusted the parameters for her vaginal and anal capacity, just enough to make her fit him—barely. She would feel every inch of him, stretching her to her limits but never quite crossing the line into pain.

He made sure her nerve sensitivity in those areas was enhanced further, so that the pressure and fullness would send waves of pleasure through her body. With a final smirk, he saved the changes. The nanobots would handle the rest while she slept.

Smith leaned back, staring at the small hologram for a moment longer before glancing over at Lizzy’s sleeping form. She had no idea what was coming next, but when she woke up, she’d be in for the fuck of her life.

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