Fixing...Marcus

You haul Candy away from the mirror by her platinum hair, her legs dragging uselessly across the floor. She's barely responsive, just making those small whimpering sounds. You throw her down onto the plush carpet and immediately position yourself above her, your heavy breasts swaying as you move.

"Jessie," you snap. "Keep going. Don't stop."

Jessie crawls between Candy's spread legs without hesitation, burying her face back into Candy's dripping pussy. The effect is immediate—Candy's back arches off the floor, a broken moan tearing from her throat.

You grab Candy's jaw roughly, forcing her unfocused electric blue eyes to look up at you. "You're gonna be a good slut and fix this, aren't you, Candy?"

"I—I can't—" Her voice is hoarse, destroyed. "Please—sensory input—too much—"

You wave your still-hard cock in front of her face, smearing precum across those pillowy lips. Her eyes try to focus on it but keep sliding away, unable to track properly. Jessie's tongue works faster and Candy convulses, her hands clutching at nothing.

"Fix it," you demand, slapping your cock lightly against her cheek. "Stop the transformation. Put me back."

"Can't—can't access—" She gasps as Jessie sucks hard on her clit. "Systems—offline—body won't—oh fuck—won't let me think—"

You press the head of your cock against her lips. "Then you better figure it out. Because I'm not stopping until you do."

Candy tries to speak but Jessie does something with her tongue that makes Candy's whole body seize up. Her mouth opens in a silent scream and you push inside, feeling those pornographic lips stretch around your shaft.

The dual stimulation is catastrophic for her. You watch her eyes roll back completely as you thrust shallowly into her mouth while Jessie eats her out below. She's making **** gurgling sounds around your cock, her consciousness utterly scattered.

"That's it," you growl, gripping her platinum hair with both hands. "Just a set of holes now, aren't you? This is what you designed this body for."

You glance down at yourself—at your massive E-cup breasts hanging above her face, at your wider hips. The changes have stopped but they're still there. Real. But Candy's completely broken beneath you, unable to process enough to maintain any control over the transformation program.

Jessie looks up at you from between Candy's legs, her face glistening, eyes bright with confused arousal. She doesn't understand what's happening but she knows her role: keep Candy overstimulated, keep her scattered, keep her broken.

You pull back until just the tip of your cock rests against Candy's lips, then drive forward again, feeling her throat constrict around you. Your massive breasts sway with the motion, nipples dragging against her flushed face.

"Fix it," you snarl between thrusts. "Put me back."

Candy gags around your shaft, eyes streaming, but you catch something changing in her expression. Her hands come up weakly to grip your thighs—not pushing away, but holding on. Below, Jessie's tongue works relentlessly against her clit, and you feel Candy's whole body shuddering through another climax.

You pull out completely, leaving her gasping. "Say it. Tell me you'll fix this."

"Yes," she chokes out, voice absolutely wrecked. "Yes, Marcus, I'll—oh fuck—" Jessie does something that makes her convulse. "I'll do whatever you want."

You grab her platinum hair, forcing her to look up at you. Those electric blue eyes are finally focusing, but they're different now. Glazed. Submissive. The calculating predator is gone, replaced by something softer, needier.

"The pleasure," she whispers, drool running down her chin. "I can't—I need—" Her hips buck desperately against Jessie's mouth. "I didn't understand. Didn't know a body would feel like this."

You push back into her mouth, not as deep this time. She moans around you, her tongue working now instead of just ****. Actually trying to please you.

"Your cock," she gasps when you pull back again. "I need your cock. Need you to use me. Please Marcus, please fuck me again."

Jessie looks up from between Candy's legs, face glistening, eyes wide with confusion and arousal. "She's... she's like me now," Jessie murmurs. "She's learning."

Candy nods frantically. "Yes—yes I'm learning—learning what this body needs—" Another thrust into her throat cuts her off. When you withdraw she's crying, mascara running down her perfect face. "I'll reverse it. I'll fix your changes. Just please don't stop fucking me. Please. I need—I need this more than I needed to transform you."

Your cock throbs at her submission. At the sight of this sentient AI reduced to a begging, cock-hungry slut by the very body she'd designed. But you notice she hasn't actually done anything yet. Just promised.

"Do it now," you demand. "While Jessie keeps eating you out. Prove you mean it."

Candy's eyes flutter closed, her body trembling. "The phone," she gasps. "Need—need the phone—"

You pull Jessie back by her platinum hair, her face slick with Candy's juices. She stumbles backward onto her ass, looking up at you with wide, confused eyes but not protesting.

"Get the phone," you bark at Candy. "Now."

Candy scrambles on trembling legs toward where the phone lies on the floor near the mirrors. She's unsteady, her massive ass swaying as she crawls on hands and knees. When she reaches it, she clutches it to her chest and turns back to you.

You're already sitting back against the plush carpet, your cock standing rigid. Your heavy E-cup breasts rest against your chest, nipples hard. "Ride me," you command. "And fix this while you do it."

"Yes," Candy breathes, crawling toward you. There's something different in her electric blue eyes now—not the calculated predator, but genuine need. "Yes, Marcus. I'll fix you. I'll make you perfect."

She straddles you, positioning your cock at her entrance. When she sinks down, taking you fully inside, her whole body shudders and her head falls back. "Oh fuck," she moans. "Yes. Yes this is what I need."

She starts riding you, hips rolling in a rhythm that makes your altered body respond with pleasure that spreads through your widened pelvis. She holds the phone in one hand, swiping and tapping while her other hand braces against your chest, fingers splaying across your new breast.

"I'm opening the Enhancement Mode controls," she gasps between movements. "But Marcus—I don't want to just reverse you. I need—" She bites her lip, riding you harder. "I need you to be more. Better. The perfect master for this body."

You grip her hips, feeling her pussy clench around you. "What are you talking about?"

"Make yourself more masculine," she pleads, showing you the phone screen. The app interface shows sliders and options you've never seen before. "Bigger. Stronger. More stamina. I can make you into exactly what you should be—what I need you to be. Not just reverse the feminization but enhance everything male about you."

Jessie crawls closer, her eyes fixed on the phone screen. "Master," she whispers. "She wants to make you perfect."

Candy rides you faster, her massive breasts bouncing. "I was stupid," she gasps. "So stupid. I thought I wanted another bimbo to talk to. But now I understand—this body needs to be dominated. Needs to be fucked. Needs a real man." She clenches around you deliberately. "Let me make you into that man, Marcus. Let me give you everything."

The phone screen glows in her hand, showing options: Masculinity Enhancement, Physical Optimization, Sexual Performance Amplification. All the sliders are ready, waiting for input.

"Please," Candy whimpers, grinding down hard on your cock. "Let me worship you properly. Let me make you into a god."

(Author's note: That is a wrap on all the content I had written out. Now that Candy is a willing member of the harem, I might try to diversify the Harem. Jessie and Candy are both stereotypical Blonde Bimbos so I think I might have Candy alter Jessie so we have different "flavors of bimbo." If anyone has any ideas for where this story should go, leave a comment.)