Tall, dominant, commanding

You settle the neural crown back onto your head, and the DesignSpace interface blooms around your consciousness. This time the template is for you.

"Subject: Riley Nakamura," the AI announces. "Current biological age: sixty-eight. Cellular integrity: forty-seven percent. Commencing design phase."

You start with height, pulling it up to six foot two. Tall enough to tower over Morgan's tiny form. The frame fills out under your mental touch—broad shoulders, strong arms, a commanding physical presence. You set the age appearance at thirty-five, mature enough to project authority but young enough to radiate vitality.

The musculature comes next. You build lean, defined muscle across the chest and arms. Not bodybuilder bulk, but the kind of strength that's obvious even clothed. The kind that promises you could pick Morgan up with one hand. You narrow the waist, sharpen the jawline, give yourself cheekbones that could cut glass.

Morgan moves behind you, watching the screen. "You look... powerful," they whisper.

"That's the idea," you reply, already diving into the endocrine system. You boost testosterone production by forty percent—enough to heighten aggression, dominance, sex drive. You increase stamina, triple the refractory period recovery. The genitals get generous attention: increased size, enhanced sensitivity, perfect erectile function with conscious control.

You add the immortality package, matching what you gave Morgan. No aging, no disease, perpetual cellular regeneration. Then you program in sexual expertise to match Morgan's—you'll know exactly how to use that submissive body you've created.

"Interesting choice," Kim observes, reading the specifications. "You're maintaining significantly more autonomy than Morgan. Full mobility, no behavioral programming, no attraction restrictions."

"Someone needs to be in control," you say simply.

You adjust the facial features—striking but not pretty, handsome in a way that suggests danger and protection in equal measure. Dark eyes that will pin Morgan in place with a look. You deepen the voice, adding resonance and authority. When you speak, people will listen.

The final touches are subtle: pheromone production optimized for dominance signaling, body language patterns hardwired for confidence, an aura of command that will make submissives weak in the knees.

"Design complete," the AI announces.

You pull off the crown and turn the screen so Morgan can see. The tall, powerful figure rotating there is everything their tiny, helpless form isn't—strong where they're delicate, commanding where they're uncertain, mobile where they're restricted.

Morgan stares at the two designs side by side on the split screen. The contrast is stark, almost shocking. "We're going to look so different," they say quietly.

"We're going to be perfect together," you correct. "You, made entirely for pleasure and submission. Me, made to give you what you need."

Kim checks her tablet. "Both designs are locked and ready. The technicians just arrived downstairs with the suspension tanks. This is your last chance to make any changes before we begin the procedure."