Finally, the changes! Wait, do they really not want to do security tests by creating more clones?

The three women agreed, and each of them began racking their brains over their new enhancement.

Original Samus felt as if her position was precarious, overshadowed by her MILF clone. She felt the need for something that would make her more authoritative and... virile? The idea annoys her. After all, who wouldn't have thought of experiencing what it felt like to be a male, even if only partially, and even if it were such a drastic change, she could always remove it later if it made her too uncomfortable.

Samus: Computer, I would like... (a moment of silent awkwardness) I would like a cock... you don't have to create a test clone of me.

Sumas: Huh?

MILF Samus just snorted and held back a laugh.

Computer: Analysis requested, multiple solutions available, request for specifications pending.

1. Do you mean that you physically possess a functioning male organ attached to your body?

Samus was red-faced.

Samus: Yes.

Computer: 2. Does the organ have to be capable of performing all normal organ functions within the limits of normal human function?

Samus: Yes.

Computer: 3. Is the organ supposed to replace its female counterparts?

Samus: What? No!

Computer: 4. Does the sperm release have to be fertile? Your current hybrid genetics would render you impotent.

Samus: ...leave me unable to have children for now....

Computer: 5. Size, how big should it be?

Samus: Enough.... to completely fill my clone's pussy?

Computer: Analysis in progress, estimated size during arousal 23 cm (Samus is a large woman, her cleft is quite deep), size at rest 14 cm.

Milf Samus: Huge!

Sumas didn't seem to understand much about it, for her, sex with a man was still a very abstract idea.

Samus gave the clone an embarrassed smile.

Samus: Your turn.

Milf Samus stepped forward and spoke to the robot.

Milf Samus: Computer, I've thought about it and decided to expand my capabilities. I want all the skills and physique of a bunny girl. I'm talking about myself, not a test clone.

Computer: I confirm the request, waiting for Samus's confirmation. In the meantime, let's confirm the specifications.

1. By bunny, you mean the profession of a game club with an entertainment role, related to the following tasks: dancing, acrobatic dancing, seduction, prostitution, and gambling management.

Milf Samus: Wait, acrobatic dancing?

robot: specific noun: lap dancing.

Milf Samus: I think I've vaguely heard of it, let's say yes to everything.

computer: 2. By bunny, you mean a cosmetic change in clothing with rabbit-themed accessories or hybrid rabbit-woman genetic modifications.

Milf Samus: .... you're tempting me... but no, only human skills and a suitable physique. As for the clothes, you can make my suit more like a bunny uniform.

Computer: Accepted, awaiting confirmation from Samus.

Samus felt worried; her clone would become even more experienced than before.

Sumas: What the hell is a bunny?

Milf Samus kissed her on the head.

Milf Samus: You'll see soon enough, now it's your turn.

Sumas approached the computer, still undecided. She wanted something that would definitely put her on the same level as the others. Her problem was that she knew absolutely nothing; her first sexual experience was with Milf Samus, and it had only happened a few days ago! I think she also wanted a boost that would make her more experienced, but they had agreed not to pair up, so she was racking her brains for a solution.

Samus: If you're out of ideas, I could suggest something. Maybe you could transform into a dog hybrid. You look like you're ready to wag your tail to please the other me.

Sumas got angry.

How dare she! She didn't know what a dog was, but the thought of being a submissive made her furious. If she were, I don't know, bigger and stronger...

Sumas: Computer, what if I wanted to be, say, 50% bigger?

Samus's eyes widened. Wouldn't that mean his dick size wouldn't be perfect for... I try to get it out of her head. She did it for her clone, not for Sumas.

Computer: The request is acceptable. Mind you, a 50% increase in body mass and weight corresponds to a 25% increase in height, a reduced ability in terms of agility, a 30% increase in strength, and doubled nutritional requirements.

Sumas scratched her head in confusion. She didn't understand why a 50% increase in body size didn't correspond to an equivalent increase in height, but weight and strength were more or less below her expectations.

Sumas: Yes, do it.

Samus: Wait, you have to say you're performing it on yourself, or I'll create a clone of you with those specifications, and that's how I'd originally created the other me.

Sumas entertained the thought of a clone, a sister of sorts? Maybe later she might decide to make the request to the computer, but not for now.

Sumas: I meant my request for myself.

Computer: The calculations for the reality revision have been performed. Please remember that any changes made without trial runs could cause unexpected results. I advise against implementing them.

Samus: In what sense?

Computer: Modifications, especially those that alter personality traits, can lead to a mental state that refuses to return to the original form.

Samus couldn't deny that Milf Samus was 100% herself, a flawed modification and might never be herself again. Something to think about.

Meanwhile, Kreatz finished checking the ship. He knew from Samus's report where the computer control room was, where Samus, her clone, and Sumas were probably waiting for him. But a bad feeling troubled Kreatz deep inside. Worrying questions arose in his mind: Who built the space station and its technology? Where have those who built it gone? Can this artificial intelligence that controls it be trusted? Couldn't it be a threat like the Mothermind was?

Kreatz decided to delay reuniting with his companions to investigate what the computer was hiding in that isolated facility, hoping only that he wouldn't regret it later.