Reality Manipulation

"I can bend reality."

Mercy blinked. What a ridiculous claim. It was so ridiculous she did not know how to process it. There was really only one response she could think of to say, "Prove it."

Kyle's look switched from depressive to concerned, "Once I use it, I can't always control it."

Mercy shook her head, "This is the dumbest statement in the world. People can't just snap their fingers and change reality. You have to prove this to me or else I can't help you. I don't know how the recruitment office managed to kick you up to us without laughing."

"Fine. Fine! I can prove it. What do you want me to do?"

Mercy thought for a second. It needed to be something that he couldn't have planned and couldn't be done with standard tech. She then thought about regeneration. She had worked on regrowing limbs for those who lost them in battle or in accidents, but her research was stalled. Still, it was a good test, "Give me two extra arms."

Kyle looked astonished, "Are you sure? This will change reality around it and-"

"If you can do what you say, you should be able to do this. Do it."

"A-alright. Focus on yourself and your arms. It can be hard to remain aware even if you know the effect is coming."

Mercy almost rolled her eyes but did as he said. She thought about her two arms, they did not have a lot of muscle on them and were soft and slim, but she always appreciated her nimble fingers, perfect for performing surgery. Of course, she remembered the kids making fun of her for her four arms back in school, but children are cruel and she enjoys the extra tasks she can complete with them. Wait... did she always have four arms? She remembered them and being told she was born with them. Maybe that was why she asked Kyle to give her six arms, but something at the back of her mind told her this was wrong. She vaguely remembered growing these arms just now along with her second set of breasts. Naturally, four arms means two sets of pectorals and therefore four breasts. She was accustomed to ordering custom double-decker bras in C cups. Wait... DD cups!? She watched as her breasts grew out. She also remembered them growing in during puberty to this size though... She was certain that she used to have two arms and smaller breasts but it all felt like a dream from a past life. She certainly would have noticed nothing if she had not been paying attention. This guy could change reality.

"Mannomann! You really can do it!"

"I told you... now will you help me?" Kyle looked pained.

"Of course. We will do whatever we can. I assume it was not your intention to increase the size of my bust?"

Kyle looked again at Mercy's breasts and blushed before looking away, "I can't control it so it just does what I want. I mean... it does what I want but not what I say I guess. You are a beautiful woman and so even though I was trying to *not* change you in any sexual way, my... like... subconscious did anyway. That's why I need help."

Mercy tried to empathize with the young man and push down the memories of all the fetish chasers she now remembered. She sat next to him and pat him on the back, "We'll help you. Let's run a full diagnostic and maybe some tests today, alright?"

Medically, Kyle was perfectly healthy. Extremely and suspicious perfect, in fact. Mercy also saw his embarrassment at what some of the changes must have wrought from his subconscious. His musculature was well hidden under his clothes, but he was somehow not dehydrated despite the intense definition of his muscles. He also tried very hard to hide his twelve inch penis. After checking him out medically, she decided to try some reality bending tests.