Takes the card

Tim stared at the blank card in Logan’s hand for a long time. Jasmine was still on her knees a few feet away, watching him with empty, curious eyes, like he was something that might become useful.

He took the card.

Logan didn’t say anything. He just waited.

Tim opened the camera on his phone and scanned the QR code. The same soft pulsing light filled the small screen. The same low tone. The same calm, repeating voice. Twenty-two seconds. By the time the loop finished, Tim’s shoulders had dropped. His grip on the phone loosened. His eyes lost focus.

Logan took the phone from his hand and set it aside.

“How do you feel?”

Tim’s voice came out flat and quiet.

“…Fine. Quiet.”

“Good. Stay there.”

Logan turned to Jasmine. She was still on her knees, looking between the two of them with soft, vacant interest.

“He’s yours to decide,” Logan said. “What should we do with him?”

Jasmine blinked slowly. Her gaze drifted down Tim’s body, then back up. A small, dreamy smile pulled at her swollen lips. When she spoke, her voice was soft and thin, almost a whisper.

“…Want more big black cock. Make him into one. Make him big. Make him dark. Make him hung.”

Logan glanced at David. David was already preparing the table and the laser array.

“Bring him over.”

Tyrone and Mason moved in. Tim didn’t resist when they guided him to the padded table. He lay down when told. His eyes stayed open but empty, tracking the lights above him without real understanding. Jasmine crawled closer on her knees so she could watch, resting her heavy tits against the edge of the table, chin in her hands, smiling the whole time.

David lowered the headset over Tim’s face. The same soft tone started playing. The same empty, repetitive suggestions. Tim’s body relaxed further.

The lasers powered up. Soft red targeting lights traced over Tim’s face, skin, and body. The first changes began, slow and steady. His skin darkened in gradual waves. Facial features shifted, becoming broader and more angular. Shoulders widened. Muscle filled out along his chest and arms. Jasmine watched every second with empty, hungry eyes, occasionally reaching out to touch the changing skin like she was checking her new toy.

When the system reached the genital phase, the lasers focused between Tim’s legs. His cock began to thicken and lengthen under the soft red light, the growth steady and controlled. David monitored the numbers on the tablet and, after a while, moved to dial the power back down to the planned limit.

Jasmine’s soft expression vanished.

“No,” she said, voice suddenly sharp. She pushed David’s hand away from the controls with surprising strength for how empty she still looked. “Bigger. More. Full power.”

David looked at Logan. Logan studied Jasmine for a second, then gave a short nod.

“Let her.”

David stepped back. Jasmine didn’t hesitate. She turned the power dial all the way up and held it there, eyes locked on the growth happening between Tim’s legs. The lasers intensified. Tim’s cock swelled faster and thicker than the original plan, veins standing out, the head flaring heavier. Jasmine made a soft, pleased sound and kept the dial maxed until the system finally hit its hard safety cutoff and powered down on its own.

When the lights faded, Tim lay on the table fully transformed: dark skin, broader frame, and a heavy, oversized cock that rested thick against his thigh. The size was extreme. Compared to Tyrone, Tim’s cock was now roughly three times as thick and three times as long, a massive length that looked almost unreal against his body. The headset was still feeding him quiet obedience.

Jasmine leaned in close, staring at what she had forced the machine to create. Her mouth parted. A thin line of saliva gathered at the corner of her swollen lips and slowly dripped down her chin as she stared. A slow, vacant smile spread across her face while her eyes stayed locked on the massive length.

“…Perfect,” she whispered, voice thick with want. “More big black cock. Just like I wanted.”

She rested her cheek against the new length, eyes half-closed, drool still slipping from her open mouth onto the hot skin, already waiting for permission to use it.