Harem Girls Get Upgraded

First, big shout and thank you to DarkStar239 who provided me with the images of Daenerys and Asami

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Outside of the classroom, there were not many other slaves in Rob’s harem that needed to go and see the good doctor for an upgrade. Most of them already came with sinfully and deliciously curvaceous and busty forms that there was little room to improve (and those that didn’t had already gotten a boost from the Pink).

But, there were still a few takers, and Rob decided Mercy needed all the practical data she could get. While Mercy said the nanos were complete, he imagined them being a vector for even more radical transformation for when they took the procedure public. After all, in their hands they offered an easy way for those suffering gender dysphoria to obtain their ideal body; for gender-fluid people to realize their dream and easily shift between the two; for other gender-curious and nonconforming individuals to add a new set of genitals or mod theirs in anyway they imagined.

And gender-sexual dynamic was just the tip of the iceberg. Violet’s amazing rubber orifices and Cho’s hyper-sensitive throat pussy were other examples of fantastical fetishes that could be realized at Re-New-U. Not to mention the furries. As an artist, Rob had taken plenty of commissions from furries with their magical, seemingly endless disposable income, so he knew for a fact that plenty of them would jump at the chance to cross the species line for real.

He was happy with what Mercy had accomplished, yes, but there was still more to do. Her technology was going to be a cornerstone for his dream of giving society a makeover according to his porn-addicted whims. Hey may not want to rule, but he was still going to create an empire of smut and sluts.

Yes, Mercy needed her practice. She had lofty expectations placed upon her brilliant shoulders. The least Rob could do was provide the material to learn and improve…

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With golden dress, golden heels, golden fingernails, golden lips, and golden eyeshadow, it was clear to all that Ahsoka Tano had left behind the ascetic, spartan way of life the Jedi fostered.

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And that was before you got to her gigantic, orange rack. Double-stuffed jubblies benefiting from both the Pink Room and Mercy’s nanobot treatment.

Rob loved seeing her confidence and her fully accepting her sexuality. Barriss just loved her, clutching her hands and staring at her girlfriend and her gorgeous body with starry eyes.

“Oh, Ahsoka! You looked wonderful!” Barriss cheered. Ahsoka gave a brash smile, flipping her lekku and rolling them over her shoulders.

“Naturally.” Ahsoka strutted forth on her stilettos and new exquisite and supple legs with the grace and certainty of a supermodel on the catwalk. She cupped Barriss’ cheek and gazed into the eyes of her lover. “Thank you for believing in me. I would never feel comfortable with my body without your support.”

But, as with all couples in the harem, no matter how much the two partners loved one another, their love for Rob was that much greater. Ahsoka proved that fact when her smile brightened by several degrees the moment she spotted Rob. The glitzy, glamorous togruta then tore away from her girlfriend to leap into Rob’s arms, kissing him passionately.

“And thank you most of all, Master…” she purred in his arms, looking up at his countenance, dreamily. “If it wasn’t for you, I would still be wasting away, burdened by all those dusty Jedi precepts. You taught me that I am far too beautiful for robes and temples and rules.”

For his part, Rob could not take his eyes off the mounds of perfect orange flesh Ahsoka was revealing in her glittering dress. “The pleasure is all mine, my dear. It’s always rewarding to see someone like you finally embrace their true selves and spread their wings.”

Mercy observed the exchange with a soft scoff. She looked from Rob and his fawning alien slaves to the two adoring slavegirls of her own, the glittering silver discs mounted to their foreheads proof of their enslavement. Love. Free will. Consent. She was such a fool to believe those things had weight. It was all based on brain chemistry. A woman of her staggering genius could alter that without a thought. She just didn’t have the gumption to go through with it until she met the Master.

Possessively smiling at her possessions, Mercy brushed her thumb against Pharah’s receiver unit. Who gives a damn that the Amaris didn’t love her by choice. They loved her now, that was all that matters.

And she figured that meant she and Ahsoka had much more in common than first blush would tell, especially considering Ahsoka was a lovesick ninny, cuddly with her green-skinned girlfriend, infecting her glorious Master with such drivel. But, at the very least, Rob had freed both Mercy and Ahsoka from the constraints that held them in place, the mores that denied them their true selves.

Because of that shred of kinship, Mercy could allow Ahsoka and the others to live in their delusion.

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“Absolutely splendid work, doctor!” Daenerys declared of her new form, checking herself out in the mirror from every angle. “You must let me know when you go public. I’ll be certain to direct all my followers and listeners to you in order to be properly… mmm! Upgraded!”

Daenerys uttered the last word with relish and a fanatical grin, which was perfectly matched by Mercy’s own expression. “That would be wonderful, dear. And, I must say, it is lovely to see a young woman so enamoured by her new form.”

Daenerys lovingly ran her hands over her new curves. “But of course! Women are little more than sexual objects. In order to play the part, live the part, we need to look the part.” Still obsessed with her reflection, Daenerys hefted her new, gigantic rack, sighing. “To think, I was content with that waifish figure and pert bust. I should have gotten work done ages ago. Show the world just how much of a slut I am…”

But Mercy wasn’t focused on Daenerys’ lamentations of past actions not done. Instead, her ears perked up at Daenerys’ other comment.

“So,” Mercy cock her absurdly broad, child-bearing hips to the side, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes. “If that is how you feel, tell me how you feel about women that use their brains and their bodies.” Mercy’s tone was challenging and firm. “Like me.”

Daenerys giggled playfully, turning to face Mercy with her now-trademark sneer. “Oh, don’t be so confrontational, darling.” She said, with a mixture of playfulness and snideness. “I may be a misogynist, but I’m not a misogynist.” With the languid, liquid motions of a predator, Daenerys closed the distance between her and Mercy, their busts pressed against one another. “Women can be whatever they want, so long as they wholly submit themselves to a man.” She paused, smirking again. “Rather, women can be whatever their man wants them to be. You’re brilliant, beautiful, and you know your place. You're the ideal woman, who slavishly uses her talents solely for the betterment of her man.” Now, Daenerys’ voice came out as a breathy purr as she extolled Mercy’s virtues. “You’re perfect…”

“Flatter, Miss Targaryen… will get you everywhere…” Mercy returned with a lustful moan of her own. “When you put it in such eloquent terms like that, how could I possibly be upset at you. My apologies.”

Just then, the door connecting the reception area and examination room opened, Rio entering and leading two other women with her.

“Mistress, your next patients have arrived.” Rio said, sounding a little distressed. “And, well… I’m sorry, but they won’t take ‘no’ for an answer…”

Daenerys grinned at the sight of the two new patients, or rather, a specific one. Arya Stark, on all fours, led around by her led by her big sister. She embraced Mercy from behind and whispered into her ear.

“And, of course, all women may be worthless whores, but some are just so much more worthless than others…” Both their eyes glinted on the servile younger sister.

“Ah, Miss Stark, a pleasure.” Mercy said, switching back into a more professional cadence. “If I recall correctly, you have booked yourself for the standard upgrade package. While, for your younger sister, you said you wanted her to have… mmm? What was it in English again? Oh, yes! ‘Big, slutty bimbo cow-tits for my stupid cunt of a sister’! A most excellent choice! Right this way, please.”

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It was no surprise that Asami Sato came with her entourage, both to be seen and so she was guaranteed to have a pair of sycophants to drool over her new body. Surrounded by Rob’s menagerie of curvaceous, busty beauties, she had long desired to have a body to match them. When he informed her of his newest venture, she jumped at the opportunity to finally have the body she deserved.

And Asami had dived into the world of body-modifications with gusto, inflating and expanding herself so that she was bigger than her two adoring bimbo-sluts in every category, except muscles. The biggest tits. The biggest ass. The widest hips, narrowest waist, thickest thighs. The sexiest and most desirable woman of all! She deserved it, after all! She was the one with the brains and the drive, the one Master put in charge of his social media empire. She should be and deserved to be bustier and sexier than her two giggling slavegirls.

“Oh, wow! Missy looks super hot!” Korri gawked at her hyper-busty Mistress.

“Yeah! Her titties are totes biggest!” Shulkie giggled in agreement.

“Aw, thank you so much girls.” Asami said, smiling and nodding at the compliments, before sharply snapping her fingers. “Slut-Hulk! Slutbender!”

The two bimbo’s eyes went wide with shock, their bodies going stiff and vibrating as all of their intellect and personality was forcibly jammed back into their brains. They both looked woozy for a moment, before shaking away the stars and taking in Asami’s form once more.

It was like they were looking at it for the first time all over again.

“Oh… oh my god!” Korri’s eyes went wide at Asami’s mega-busty, mega-curvy body. “You… uh… you look good Asami…”

Shulkie gulped in agreement, almost openly drooling. “Holy shit… I didn’t think anyone could sport tits bigger than mine but…” she trailed off, eyes going wide over just how ample Asami’s bust had become.

Asami’s own smile grew wider too, as she basked in the compliments and soaked in the admiring, lustful, worshipful gazes of her two assistants/slaves/girlfriends.

“Bimbobender! Bimbo-Hulk!” She commanded with another snap, zonking the two back into their giggling, airheaded forms.

“Tehehee! Missy Sami’s soooo sexy now!”

“I wanna bury my face in those big boobies so bad!”

“Slutbender! Slut-Hulk!” And back they were to having some semblance of a brain.

“Oh god, I’m getting so wet just looking at you, babe.”

“Fuck, just what are we going to do tonight, testing out that killer bod of yours?”

“Bimbobender! Bimbo-Hulk! Slutbender! Slut-Hulk! Bimbobender! Bimbo-Hulk! Slutbender! Slut-Hulk! Bimbobender! Bimbo-Hulk! Slutbender! Slut-Hulk!”

Back and forth Korri and Shulki went between their two modes, all according to the capricious whims of their Mistress, who was tickled pink by the swift and sudden mood changes she brought about.

But such rapid mental changes did take their toll, as before long, Asami’s two pets were slumped over on their knees, looking rather exhausted by the whole ordeal.

“Ugh… hey, babe? Can we please just stick to one for a while?” Korri begged in a strained voice. “I don’t care if I’m a braindead bimbo for days at a time now. My head’s spinning, I need a rest.”

“Ooh, poor dear.” Asami loomed over her two kneeling muscle-slut bimbo girlfriends, her proud, jutting bust literally overshadowing their Amazonian bodies. “But, as much fun as I do have playing with your mind, you’re right. You two do need your rest. I’ll need both of you in tiptop shape for tonight.” Asami punctuated her statement with a wriggle of her eyebrow, Korri and Shulkie giving her weary, yet eager smiles.

“You know, I am not one to criticize the Master, but I cannot believe he never introduced us.” Mercy said, interrupting the competition to stand next to Asami. It was rare that a woman could make Mercy look small, yet Asami had done it. But Mercy showed no jealousy over Asami’s figure, instead seeming to marvel at it. “An intelligent, driven business women with a pair of gorgeous pets? Why, am I describing you or myself?”

Asami smirked in response to Mercy’s rhetorical question. “The similarities have not escaped me, either.” She said, turning her head to look at Ana and Pharah, while Mercy eyed Korri and Shulkie. In truth, Asami thought Mercy was a little too harsh to her two nurses, but to each their own, she supposed. “But I suppose that’s just Rob’s way. And, not to offend, but it’s not like our interests have aligned until right now.”

“None taken.” Mercy purred, working her fingers through the thick, raven black waterfall that was Asami’s hair. “But now….hehehe. Now, a woman of your power and prestige with that body. You’re practically a walking billboard for my technology and for what the Master wishes of it. Every woman who sees you will want to get work done, just like you.”

Asami raised her head slightly out of pride and vanity. “And that won’t be a problem for your fledgling clinic? A sudden surge of demand brought on by Asami Sato and her glorious body.”

“Oh, not at all.” Mercy said, hand drifting through Asami’s hair and ending up placed firmly against the small of her back, her eyes wide and crazed with lust and desire. “At first, I was merely happy someone took interest in my genius and technology, but after these past few days resculpting the bodies of Master’s other slaves and turning them into the most divine sexpots, fucktoys, and bimbos anyone could envision…hohohoho! It makes me so hot! I understand the Master’s vision now perfectly! I cannot wait to unleash my inventions on the unsuspecting public and sluttify the entire world! It will be glorious! Amazing! Perfect!”

As Mercy broke off into a mad cackle, Asami nodded along and tried to keep her face neutral. Rob told her that his pet doctor could be obsessive and, well, mad. He was very blunt and explicitly called her a “mad scientist”. Still, Asami could at least appreciate her love and devotion to the Master. And her passion was endearing, too, at the very least.

“Anyways,” Asami swiftly cut in to interrupt Mercy’s ramblings. “If you are interested, we would love to host the three of you at my penthouse. Drinks? Dinner? A little more?”

“Yes to all of the above!” Mercy declared, wholeheartedly and with arched eyebrows. “But, I was also thinking… well, the Master has his right and left hands, women of incredible power we cannot dream of wielding. But we and a few others have ‘powers’ of our own.” Now Asami was arching her brow, subconsciously leaning forward to hear more of Mercy’s plans.

“The business and media savvy of you and Miss Daenerys Targaryen. The brilliant scientific prowess of myself and my dear friend, Dr. Liara T’soni. Perhaps a few others, too, but if the Master is dedicated to transforming the world according to his vision, then perhaps he could use a council to see that vision to fruition.”

Asami chuckled and smiled, taking in Mercy in her totality. Wicked smart and maybe just plain wicked, but she existed on the same axiom that Asami did. An axiom she never really considered before. More than just a plaything for Rob, they were spearheads in his greater plans. Slutter had been a smashing success, but Asami certainly was itching to do more for him.

And, perhaps, if they did well, Rob would reward her with another bimbo girlfriend!

“My card.” Asami said, handing the good doctor her business card. “Call me whenever for whatever. I’m eager to fuck you and those mother-daughter fuckbunnies you have there, but I might even be more eager to hear more of this council. This cabal…”

Taking the card, Mercy licked her lips. “For a better world. For the Master’s world.”

“For Master Rob.” Asami agreed, before leaving, ebullient over her new body and her new business partner.

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Aerith was the last of the harem girls to get her upgrades, Rob watching as she fawned over her new gigantic tits, swooning over them and over Tifa. He was rather amused that Aerith’s bust was still slightly smaller than Tifa’s. He wondered if that was an intentional choice on her part, Tifa putting her finger on the scales, or just pure coincidence.

He was happy with how things had gone. He knew Mercy was over the moon. A little birdie had told him that Asami and Mercy were scheming behind the scenes, for his benefit of course. It was cute. It was fun. It made sense. He wished he had thought of it later, but now he knew he was going to have to come up with a cute little name for their group and some missions for them to accomplish.

But that could wait for later. Rob had his own machinations to see through. From the night he ran into MJ and Zatanna returned with Wanda, his brain had been formulating a wild plan. If life with Zatanna and Wanda was easy mode, then he was about to achieve god-mode. Not to put too much hyperbole on it, but Rob believed what he was about to embark on would be as game-changing and amazing as when he first found the lamp.

And it all started with a phone call.

Leaving the clinic, Rob dialed MJ’s number. “Hey! I was wondering if you were free anytime soon. Tomorrow night? The night after?”

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I know I have said it many times before but we are headed to some great stuff! Next chapter officially brings us to the climax of part 3. Some huge stuff that I have had planned for a long time and am excited to finally finish and show you all. So excited in fact, that I have been blazing up a storm on my keyboard. Counting this chapter, I have ten chapters in the hole, ready to go. So get ready folks, it's gonna be a wild ride!