Check out your own body

You stand and walk to the cracked full-length mirror leaning against the wall - one of the items Aliya left behind. Your reflection stops you cold.

The face staring back is striking in ways that transcend conventional beauty. Your golden eyes catch the light with metallic shimmer, pupils contracting and dilating as you focus. The hair falling past your shoulders gleams like spun wire, each strand catching light. Your skin has an impossible smoothness, like polished marble given warmth and flexibility.

You run hands down your torso, feeling the definition of muscles you designed. Your cock hangs semi-hard still, longer and thicker than your old body ever managed. You touch it experimentally, feeling the enhanced sensitivity immediately - nerve clusters responding with intensity that makes you gasp.

"You're so pretty," Morgan says from the mattress, watching you with those adoring pink eyes. "Everything about you is perfect."

You test your flexibility, bending forward to touch your toes easily. Your hamstrings stretch without strain. You try a few jumping jacks and your stamina modifications are immediately apparent - no breathlessness, heart rate elevated but controlled. The pheromone production increases with exertion; you can smell your own scent intensifying, mixing with Morgan's roses.

"Come here," you tell her, and she scrambles to obey, crawling across the mattress on hands and knees, those massive breasts swaying beneath her.

She kneels at your feet, looking up expectantly. "What do you want me to do?"

"Suck my cock."

Her face lights up with that simple happiness you programmed into her personality. "Yes!" She wraps one hand around your shaft - her fingers barely meeting around the girth - and guides it to her mouth.

The sensation is immediate and overwhelming. Her split tongue works along your length as she takes you deeper, the two halves moving independently. She looks up at you with those huge pink eyes, seeking approval even as she services you.

"Such a good girl," you murmur, and feel her moan around your cock, the vibration adding another layer of sensation.

She works with enthusiasm that borders on ****, saliva coating your shaft as she bobs her head. The implanted skills manifest clearly - she knows exactly how to use her tongue, when to add suction, how to work her hand in rhythm with her mouth. Her other hand cups your balls gently, massaging with perfect pressure.

Your enhanced stamina means you can last, watching her work, studying how the light catches in her pink hair, how those J-cup breasts press against your thighs. She gags slightly as she tries to take you deeper, tears forming in the corners of her eyes, but doesn't pull back.

"I want to be good for you," she gasps during a brief pause for air. "Please tell me I'm being good."

"You're perfect," you assure her, and she moans again, returning to her task with renewed vigor.