Lillian’s Extensive Tune Up

First things first, I wanted to play around with her physical body a bit to give me ample… inspiration for the mental tune-ups.

I hefted her lithe body up and carried her to the center of the bedroom so I could see all around her. Once again, her clothes were in the way. This time I took the extra effort and stripped her instead of adjusting her clothes. I wanted to see her in all of her glory.

Lillian’s de-aged body looked amazing. When I fantasized, this was what I pictured. A lithe 25-year-old redhead full of life and joy. She looked the same as she did on our honeymoon half a decade ago. Looking at the sight now filled me with frustration. I was looking upon the body of someone who betrayed me. Some changes needed to be made.

I pressed the rejuvenator to her soft skin and sanded it in slow, long strokes. With each pass, or body tightened, her tits lifted ever so slightly, her hair became more vibrant, and a full year of stress and age drained from her face. I stopped after five passes and admired her new, youthful body. Physically, she was 20 years old now. An entire decade younger than me! If I saw another guy my age with a nubile little thing like the girl in front of me… I would immediately think, “Lucky bastard!”

I hadn’t met Lillian when she was this young. If I had, I would have left her alone. She was out of my league by three miles—but I would have admired her from afar for sure.

I was about to put the rejuvenator away and move on, but I felt a little mischievous. I gave her body one more pass with the rejuvenator. Something about sending her body back to the end of her teenage years seemed just slightly more devious than leaving her body at 20.

Before I put away the rejuvenator, I grabbed a handful of her perfect ass and told her, “Lillian, every single year, I’m going to use this and send your body back to this moment just because I can.”

Next, I reached for the tape measure and stretched it out vertically to adjust her height. I felt a mental “click” when the tape extended to 5’-4 1/4.” With a smile, I began slowly adjusting that number down. “Let’s knock you down a peg or two, Lillian,” I said while I watched her body compress.

I quickly realized I wasn’t making the proper adjustment. She was getting shorter, yes, but I was only scaling her body in one axis. With a sigh, I reset her back to the correct height and then tried angling the tape diagonally across her body. This time, the mental click felt a bit different. The numbers on the measuring tape also shimmered into percentages instead of inches.

“Well, this could be interesting,” I mused before slamming the tape measure shorter until it read 10%. Before my eyes, Lillian shrunk to the size of a Barbie doll. With **** care, I knelt and lifted up the little doll. Her body was still warm and soft, and her chest still lightly heaved with her breaths. I’ve never been one to play with dolls or action figures, but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t tempted to… have a little fun with a tiny living Lillian doll.

Instead, I set her back down and readjusted the measuring tape. It took a bit of back and forth, but I finally settled on a reasonable, but still incredibly petite 10% reduction in scale. She wasn’t a hair over 4’-10”, but what made it even better was the perfect body proportions. Every part of her body shrunk precisely the same. Her tits, her legs… “probably the tightness of your pussy too,” I thought with some anticipation.

I towered over my wife as I gazed intently at her body. “There’s still some things to improve,” I thought aloud. I grabbed my phone and searched up one of my favorite porn stars of about the same height as my improved wife. The star listed her measurements as 31-24-33.

I slightly widened Lillian’s hips and narrowed her waist. Her tits took a bit more work. I spent a solid hour with the tape measure, getting the shape and size just right, then more time with the crescent wrench, selectively tightening her skin and a few muscles in precise locations. After the hard work, she had a pair of perfect B-cup tits that looked just right on her petite frame. What’s more, they were impossibly perky. Her tits would never sag; in fact, they had a slight lift to them, causing her nipples to point upward just a little.

Speaking of which, her nipples needed a bit of work to match her new, larger tits. With the enchanted calipers I artistically resized her nipples and areolas. I enlarged the areolas to a half dollar. Her nipples were painstakingly enlarged and lengthened until I settled on a diameter closer to the tip of my pinky and about double as long as before. Her tits were nice before, but now they were a work of art. I pinched one of her large, permanently aroused nipples and smiled knowing that no matter what she wore, they’d always show through proudly.

Another hour disappeared as I made fine scaling and tightness changes all over Lillian’s body. I lifted her ass a bit, made her eyes a bit larger, her nose a bit smaller, lengthened her hair, etc.

Satisfied with her dimensions, I selected the enchanted paint gun to make a few more minor changes. Using a photo on my phone from a date we took years ago, I was able to mimic and make permanent the masterful job she did on her eyeliner that night. I also gave her a permanent pink blush to her cheeks and a permanent matching glossy hue to her lips. I continued with my colorful edits by making her eyes an impossibly brilliant green and increasing the vibrancy of her red hair along with giving it a ombre effect from red to near-orange. Lastly, I made her nipples and pussy just a little pinker for good measure.

I stood back and admired my work. Over the hours, my anger had been buried under obsession and arousal. Physically, Lillian was about perfect for me now. At least as perfect as I could make her while still having her be recognizable as herself. “You look surprisingly like Callie now!” I said with a laugh. “I guess she inspired me even more than a thought today… Maybe I’ll introduce you two sometime.”

While taking a small break from editing Lillian, I realized how tight my pants had become and how hot I felt. I decided to join her in nakedness. I sighed in relief as my erect member bounced free. I gave it a few strokes while looking at my rapidly improving wife before begrudgingly deciding to get back to work.

I pulled out the three screwdrivers and my new multimeter. First, I grabbed the cool metallic handle of the steady-state adjuster. My experiments with the driver were limited, so I let my magically enhanced instincts guide me. Pressing the driver to her forehead, I closed my eyes and opened my mind to thousands of editable mental variables. With my free hand, I took the probe for the multimeter and held it beside the screwdriver. I mentally selected libido and the multimeter gave a readout of 4.5/10. I turned the screwdriver until the number doubled to 9/10. Out of curiosity, I put the probe and driver on my forehead and got a 5/10. “What the hell,” I said, then turned the screwdriver to raise my libido to 7/10.

A warm flash scanned down my body. I was already horny, and it didn’t feel like I got hornier, but it did feel like it was more urgent that I fuck. The 16 or so hours since I last orgasmed seemed much longer than it should have. “Libido must mean how often sexual release is needed in the context of the screwdriver at least.” I realized.

Placing the driver and probe back on Lillian’s head, I selected a variable for “baseline mental, sexual arousal.” Lillian’s reading showed 2/10. I checked mine, and it read 5/10. I hypothesized that this was a measure of the normal resting horniness, so to speak, of a person. I was unsurprised by either of our numbers. Sex has never been far from my mind. If I were physically aroused as often as I was mentally aroused, it would undoubtedly be an issue. I needed a better frame of reference before setting a number for Lillian. I returned the probe to my forehead and mentally selected current mental arousal. The readout showed 6.5/10. “Damn! Only 6.5?” I exclaimed, “I can barely think straight as it is.”

I took the steady-state driver and cautiously increased the number. By the time I reached 8, my heart was pounding, my dick was harder than a steel beam, and my mind was becoming subdued beneath a purple fog of arousal. I caught myself before it was too late and dropped back down to 6.5/10. “Woo! That was… that was something.” I exclaimed as I caught my breath. An 8 was well beyond the most aroused I’d ever been. If my baseline would have been an 8 instead of a 5, I’d likely be in prison for indecent exposure or something. I wanted Lillian horny, but 8 was a bit excessive. Instead, I set her to a solid 7/10. She’d be constantly pretty **** at that level, but not completely crazy.

I mentally searched for a variable that would make her more submissive. “Willpower” showed up on my multimeter with a value of 7/10. Out of curiosity, I checked myself again, too. “6/10!? Come on!” I exclaimed with surprise. “Ugh. I guess that’s why you were able to push me around… That’s not going to happen anymore, doll.” I yanked the screwdriver to my head again and turned it straight to 8/10. Vitality suddenly coursed through my body. I felt strong! I felt justified! I wanted nothing more than to turn the value all the way up to 10. “Imagine what you could do!” I said to myself. Luckily, a sliver of self-control stopped me. I begrudgingly transferred the tool back over to Lillian and dropped her willpower to 4/10. I didn’t want a zombie. I knew I could fine-tune her submission with the dead horse mallet.

Lillian’s breathing rate increased after the changes to her libido and arousal. Her mouth parted ever so slightly and a slight blush spread down her chest. “Let’s see if you’re getting wet too Lillian!” I said.

I lifted the petite girl and carried her over to the bed so I could better see her pussy. I posed her enticingly with her knees bent, legs spread, and her hands cupping beneath her perfect tits. She wasn’t wet yet, but she still looked great. Apparently, 19-year-old Lillian kept herself waxed and very presentable. I went right to work with the steady-state driver. First, I made her outer lips permanently a bit swollen and a little puffier. Then I grabbed the probe and securely placed it in her vagina so I would have to hold it. With the screwdriver placed gently alongside, I mentally reached out for the variable for resting physical arousal of her pussy. The multimeter registered a value of 1/10. “Well, that just won’t do!” I exclaimed.

I slowly turned the screwdriver clockwise and watched in awe as her pussy began opening up and going through the stages of physical arousal. Once I reached 6/10, her little clit poked out from under its hood. 7/10 a slight trickle of her juices became visible on her inner thigh. 8/10 and her clit started disappearing again. I scratched my head in confusion at first but then remembered my anatomy and physiology class. The clitoris retracts during the plateau phase right before an orgasm. I dropped her back to 7/10, where her clit was most prominent.

Speaking of which, I jogged to my toolbox and pulled the caliper back out. Her little clit more than doubled in size per my adjustments. It was still a perfectly normal size, but definitely well up there in the percentiles. Being constantly engorged and erect would certainly ensure that it provided her with lots of stimulation during day-to-day activities.

With a clatter, I dropped the steady-state adjuster back into the box and traded it for the Phillip’s sensitivity adjuster. I made a few slight adjustments around her erogenous zones. Her clit sensitivity went from 5/10 to 7/10, and I raised every other part of her vulva that I could touch with the driver by 1 point.

Where I really wanted to focus though, was on her perfect tits. I spent hours perfecting them, and I wanted to enjoy them A LOT. Lillian already had pretty sensitive nipples compared to all the other girls I’d been with. A quick measurement showed they were only at 3/10. I guess that made sense since her clit was only a 5/10 originally. I cranked her nipples all the way up to 8/10. I wanted her knees to shake when a breeze hit them. I wanted to make her collapse at my feet, moaning when I pinched them. Her boobs needed to be sensitive to match the nipples too. I raised them from 2/10 to 6/10. Lastly, I focused on the variable for sensitivity to pain for her breasts and dropped it to 0.5/10 from 5/10. I could be as rough as I wanted with my little wife, and she wouldn’t hurt at all.

Finally, I traded for the last screwdriver—the compulsion adjuster. I hadn’t done any testing with it yet, so I had to turn the adjuster at myself. For a quick test I tapped the screwdriver to my other and and then placed the tip of the driver on my stomach. In my head I designated a new variable to be created for a compulsion to rub my belly. I grabbed the multimeter and raised the new measurement from 0/10 to 1/10. I felt nothing, so I went to 2/10. I felt nothing again, but when I went to adjust it up again, I noticed the multimeter was no longer reading, and my hand was flat on my stomach. Not rubbing, just sitting there. I repeated the same process a few more times. At 3, my hand rubbed my stomach without my awareness until I noticed the meter wasn’t reading. At 4, the meter stopped working immediately, and I found it harder to stop rubbing once I noticed my hand. By the time I got to 7, I didn’t have the will power to stop rubbing my stomach. It felt so right… even more so than breathing. I could probably stop rubbing in an emergency, but not for any other reason, and I didn’t want to stop either. I quickly turned the screwdriver counterclockwise multiple times to ensure the urge went to zero.

“So, 5/10 is equal to the urge to breathe.” I summarized. “I don’t think about doing it, but it is automatic. I can stop breathing for a short time at will. Stopping at 6/10 is like trying to stop peeing after I start. Anything above that is overkill.”

It looked like between 2/10 and 4/10 would be the sweet spot for a compulsion that could be resisted when needed. With that in mind, I gave Lillian a 2/10 compulsion to finger her pussy with her right hand and a 3/10 compulsion to gently massage her tits with her left hand. I looked forward to the shows she would be giving me in the future.

The last tool I needed to use on my little Lillian was the dead horse mallet. I couldn’t wait to see what kind of damage I could cause with it.

“Being with Chase was a huge mistake,” I said firmly. “You deeply regret cheating on me. You’ll never even think about cheating on me ever again.”

I gave her pale forehead three taps with the hammer.

“I’m the most attractive person you’ve ever imagined, and you love me endlessly and unconditionally.”

Three taps.

“You’ll spend the rest of your life molding yourself into what I consider to be the perfect adoring, submissive wife. You happily do this with pleasure as a way to repay me for your infidelity.”

Three taps.

“You’ll dress slutty for me at all times and take great care to show off your tits and constantly aroused nipples.”

Two taps.

“Your purpose in life is to please me. Pleasing me gives you sexual and emotional pleasure. Displeasing me is painful.”

Four taps.

With those ideas slammed into her head, I knew she’d be perfect. Just as I was about to pack up all of the tools, my phone chimed from within my discarded pants pocket. “Hmm, who could that be?” I wondered while digging for the phone.

It was a text from a number not in my contacts. It read: “Heya Tom! It’s Callie. I can’t believe I gave you my underwear earlier! Any way here’s a picture of how I looked under my dress. I’m sure you were wondering;).”

Below the text was a photo of the girl in her bathroom naked except for her gold jewelry. She had a flirty smile on her face as she proudly posed for me. “Jesus, girl, I only gave you one tap on the nudes command!” I thought to myself. I guessed that making myself the most attractive guy in the world to her probably made the urge a bit more powerful.

Regardless, I was pleased with her. I sent her a quick reply. “Damn, Callie, you look very sexy without the dress. If you send me any more of these, I might have to finish your car faster so I can see you in person again!”

I set down my phone, knowing that she’d be texting me again soon with another photo. That little exchange did remind me of something else I needed to do, though.

“Lillian, you want me to date, touch, fuck, marry… and/or own any girl I’m attracted to. Watching me with another girl makes you happy, sharing me with another girl makes you ecstatic.”

I tapped her three more times on the forehead. I then removed the will clamp from her arm.