A charmed existence

Angela gestured to one of the spare chairs she had placed for just such a situation. It wasn’t uncommon for her to have guests in her lab. It was where she spent most of her time, so she had gotten a few spun up in the fabricator and placed strategically for maximum conversational effectiveness.

Dani took a seat. She squirmed a bit, as the chairs weren’t made to be comfortable (to ensure conversations didn’t drag on and on).

“What do you have in mind?” Mercy liked to get to the point of things. It was rather the point of discussion, and pretending otherwise was to act the part of a fool.

“Mhmm.”

“What?”

“I see.”

“See what?” Angela’s companion seemed especially mulish. Normally Mercy didn’t have to work this hard to get people telling her what they wanted from her.

“You didn’t react at all when Hana undressed. Everyone else was staring at her tits, but not you.”

“And what’s so strange about that? I’ve done enough physicals on them to know their bodies inside and out.”

“Oh nothing. Nothing at all. So you weren’t attracted to her, not even a tiny bit?”

“No.”

“I see.” Dani leaned her elbow on the workbench next to Angela. She put her head on her palm and muttered something inaudibly.

“What?” The girl was going to drive her to madness with her meandering.

“I got it. If you’re not attracted to Hana, then you must be attracted to the opposite. You have a fetish for huge tits and asses, don’t you?”

“I… I… how did you even begin to think that? I like men, thank you very much.”

“No, no, it’s clear to me. Listen. You trust me, right?”

“I… I do.”

“Then hear me out. I have a lot of experience dealing with repressed, and as such, depressed people. It’s not as uncommon as you might think. Look, Athena, show us a ‘video’, is that what you called it? Yeah, a video of a woman with really large boobs.”

“Athena!” Mercy tried to get out a counter-order, but before she could do so, the monitor in front of her blared to life with a woman with spectacularly huge tits dancing in front of a camera.

“Look at her.” Mercy did. She couldn’t help staring at the woman jumping up and down and giggling to herself. “See how much fun she’s having playing with her tits. Her huge tits. She loves them. You’d love them too if you had such big tits as she did.”

The woman, a blonde, was what Mercy would, if she was feeling uncharitable, call a bimbo. Her brains had probably all gone to her tits, given her vapid teehee-ing. Not that such was necessarily the truth. It could just as well be an act, a performance for the cameras. Mercy couldn’t say as she hadn’t read many, or any for that fact, studies on the verisimilitude of porn. But either way, it did look like she was having fun.

“She’s beautiful. Her tits are beautiful.” Dani’s melodic voice drifted over to Mercy, wrapping her in a comfortable blanket of words as she continued watching the bimbo’s act. “You wish you had tits as large as hers. And her ass…”

The woman, as if obeying Dani, turned around, and the two were greeted with a huge bubble butt of an ass. The woman didn’t say anything. She didn’t need to. She just started jumping up and down.

Clap.

Clap.

Clap.

The rotation of her ass cheeks started a sort of hypnotic beat, drumming into Mercy.

“Having such a huge ass, a butt that lets you clap just by bouncing up and down. You wish you had an ass that large.”

Mercy tried to imagine that. The bimbo’s tits transplanted onto her frame. Herself jiggling her boobs, herself jumping up and down.

“Tits. Ass. Tits. Ass.” Dani was just repeating those words to her. The words Angela herself was thinking. They sunk into her consciousness and repeated unprompted. “Huge tits. Big ass. Enormous boobs. Bubble butt. Fat breasts.” Dani was unrelenting.

The woman in front of her turned around again and thrust out her chest. She started slapping her tits lightly and first and then with increased urgency and ferocity. They jiggled, the flesh dancing in an almost surreal manner.

“You love giant breasts. You adore giant breasts. The bigger they are, the more you are hypnotized by them. You are entranced by giant breasts. You want to make love to giant breasts. You want to have giant breasts.”

She… she did. She hadn’t realized it before, but now, she couldn’t think of anything else. The woman on the screen turned around again and stuck her ass out. She raised her hand, holding in the air for an everlasting moment, and then, with the gravitas of a maestro, she thrust it down, slapping her ass. The jiggling was even more intense, like a pebble tossed into a lake, rippling out and back.

“You love giant butts. You adore giant butts. The bigger they are, the more you are hypnotized by them. You are entranced by giant butts. You want to make love to giant butts. You want to have a giant butt.”

She did. Oh god yes she did. How had she never seen this absolute law of reality for the truth it was? The evidence was staring her in the face, in her sopping wet pussy, which she was currently fingering like her life depended on it.

“Oh good! I didn’t even have to tell you to do that. What a fast learner you are. I’m happy to say that I think you’re well on the path to happiness.”

Mercy nodded vigorously. She could feel the happiness deep down inside her. Perhaps… perhaps if she rubbed herself hard enough, it would come out. Only, it wasn’t working. She had masturbated before, not regularly, but when she had the need. It wasn’t like this. She was stroking herself, but nothing was happening. It was almost as if… as if…

“It’s just not going to work though, not like this. Your body knows that it’s missing something very important.” Dani noted sagely.

And she was missing something. Something that the woman on the screen had and she didn’t.

“You need them.”

She needed them. Giant tits. A fat ass.

“You need them now.”

She needed them now. But how. Plastic surgery? No, that wasn’t real. She needed the genuine article.

“Athena tells me you’re not actually a cleric, but rather an artificer. Isn’t that amazing? You know, I’ve long had the theory that a sufficiently intelligent artificer could mimic the effects of other classes. And since you’re already so efficient in restoring the body, I figure you could just, hmm, shift it a bit and start altering the body.”

“Yes.” Athena chimed in. “Specifically, the plan codenamed Aardvark-Zeta-Diamond that you discarded would suit your needs.”

Mercy struggled to think past the haze that was her mind. She had designed an alteration to her Caduceus staff that would, instead of simply restoring the body, use the nanobots to rearrange the body. Moving lipids and minerals from one area to another and then structuring them in novel ways. Restoring a lost arm by removing belly fat and the like. She had followed it through almost to completion, but then recoiled at the last moment. It reminded her too much of Moira, of her horrible, twisted designs.

But now... now it seemed so clear to her. She needed it for herself. And how could that be wrong? It was her body, her choice to change it as she desired. And oh, she desired.

“Good. I can see you’re up to the task. Athena, how long do you think Mercy here will take to complete it?”

“Normally the modifications would only take an hour. But in her current state, I’d estimate a day.”

“Well then, get on it. You want to cum don’t you?”

Mercy nodded. She grabbed her staff and got to work. She didn’t notice when Dani dipped out, nor would she have cared if she did see her. She had more important things on her mind.