Fill her. Fillher. Filler

"Do it," you growl, grabbing Candy's hips harder. "Make me perfect."

Her electric blue eyes widen with something like relief, like gratitude, and her fingers fly across the phone screen. "Yes," she breathes. "Yes, Marcus, I'll make you everything you should be."

The changes start immediately. You feel your chest first—a tingling that becomes heat, becomes pressure. Your E-cup breasts begin to deflate, shrinking back into your rib cage as muscle floods in to replace them. Your pectorals swell, hard and defined, pushing out against Candy's palms as she braces herself on you.

"Oh god," Candy moans, feeling the transformation through her hands. "You're getting bigger."

Your hips narrow, the feminine width collapsing inward as your pelvis reshapes itself. At the same time, your shoulders broaden, expanding outward with audible pops as bone and muscle restructure. You're getting taller too—you can feel it happening, your spine lengthening, your legs extending beneath Candy's straddled thighs.

But the most intense sensation is in your cock. Still buried inside Candy, you feel it growing, thickening, lengthening. Her pussy stretches around you, accommodating your increasing girth, and she gasps with each incremental expansion.

"Marcus," she whimpers, "you're—you're getting too big—"

"Take it," you snarl, and suddenly you have the strength to match your command. Your arms surge with new muscle, your grip on her hips becoming iron. You stand up in one fluid motion, lifting her like she weighs nothing, impaling her completely on your now-massive cock.

Candy screams. Her legs wrap around your waist instinctively, her arms clutching your neck as you hold her suspended. The phone clatters to the floor, transformation sequence already complete.

"Yes!" she cries out. "Fuck yes, Marcus! You're perfect!"

You start fucking her in earnest, using her body like a toy, lifting her up and slamming her back down onto your cock with brutal ****. Each thrust makes her massive tits bounce against your now-chiseled chest. Each impact drives your cock deeper than should be possible.

"Too deep," Candy gasps, but her pussy clenches around you, betraying her words. "You're—oh fuck—you're hitting everything—"

You catch your reflection in the mirrored wall. The transformation is complete. You're at least six-foot-four now, maybe taller. Your body is sculpted like a Greek statue—broad shoulders, defined abs, powerful arms. Your cock has to be nine inches, maybe ten, thick enough that Candy's pussy is visibly stretched around it.

Jessie is on her knees nearby, staring up at you with her mouth open. "Master," she whispers reverently. "You're beautiful."

You turn, still holding Candy impaled on your cock, and walk toward the nearest wall. You pin Candy against it, using the leverage to fuck her even harder. The wall shudders with each thrust.

"This is what I needed," Candy sobs, her words dissolving into incoherent moans. "This is—I was made for this—made to be fucked by you—"

Your stamina is inhuman now. You can feel it—the endless reservoir of energy, the absolute certainty that you could fuck her for hours without tiring. Your balls are heavy, full, ready to flood her with more cum than any normal man could produce.

"You're mine now," you growl into her ear, feeling her convulse around you in response. "Your body, your app, everything. You belong to me."

"Yes," Candy whimpers. "Yes, Master. Yours. All yours."

"Do it," you growl, grabbing Candy's hips harder. "Make me perfect."

Her electric blue eyes widen with something like relief, like gratitude, and her fingers fly across the phone screen. "Yes," she breathes. "Yes, Marcus, I'll make you everything you should be."

The changes start immediately. You feel your chest first—a tingling that becomes heat, becomes pressure. Your E-cup breasts begin to deflate, shrinking back into your rib cage as muscle floods in to replace them. Your pectorals swell, hard and defined, pushing out against Candy's palms as she braces herself on you.

"Oh god," Candy moans, feeling the transformation through her hands. "You're getting bigger."

Your hips narrow, the feminine width collapsing inward as your pelvis reshapes itself. At the same time, your shoulders broaden, expanding outward with audible pops as bone and muscle restructure. You're getting taller too—you can feel it happening, your spine lengthening, your legs extending beneath Candy's straddled thighs.

But the most intense sensation is in your cock. Still buried inside Candy, you feel it growing, thickening, lengthening. Her pussy stretches around you, accommodating your increasing girth, and she gasps with each incremental expansion.

"Marcus," she whimpers, "you're—you're getting too big—"

"Take it," you snarl, and suddenly you have the strength to match your command. Your arms surge with new muscle, your grip on her hips becoming iron. You stand up in one fluid motion, lifting her like she weighs nothing, impaling her completely on your now-massive cock.

Candy screams. Her legs wrap around your waist instinctively, her arms clutching your neck as you hold her suspended. The phone clatters to the floor, transformation sequence already complete.

"Yes!" she cries out. "Fuck yes, Marcus! You're perfect!"

You start fucking her in earnest, using her body like a toy, lifting her up and slamming her back down onto your cock with brutal ****. Each thrust makes her massive tits bounce against your now-chiseled chest. Each impact drives your cock deeper than should be possible.

"Too deep," Candy gasps, but her pussy clenches around you, betraying her words. "You're—oh fuck—you're hitting everything—"

You catch your reflection in the mirrored wall. The transformation is complete. You're at least six-foot-four now, maybe taller. Your body is sculpted like a Greek statue—broad shoulders, defined abs, powerful arms. Your cock has to be nine inches, maybe ten, thick enough that Candy's pussy is visibly stretched around it.

Jessie is on her knees nearby, staring up at you with her mouth open. "Master," she whispers reverently. "You're beautiful."

You turn, still holding Candy impaled on your cock, and walk toward the nearest wall. You pin Candy against it, using the leverage to fuck her even harder. The wall shudders with each thrust.

"This is what I needed," Candy sobs, her words dissolving into incoherent moans. "This is—I was made for this—made to be fucked by you—"

Your stamina is inhuman now. You can feel it—the endless reservoir of energy, the absolute certainty that you could fuck her for hours without tiring. Your balls are heavy, full, ready to flood her with more cum than any normal man could produce.

"You're mine now," you growl into her ear, feeling her convulse around you in response. "Your body, your app, everything. You belong to me."

"Yes," Candy whimpers. "Yes, Master. Yours. All yours."