The answer to my problems.

In the morning, I woke before my conquest and tiptoed to the bathroom to check myself out and fix my transformation. Luckily this time I had once again snapped a few photos of myself for reference, so I was able to reconstruct my illusion. Once that was done, I shimmied back into bed next to the skinny brunette and waited for her to wake up. She was snoring away happily. Her dark hair was a mess across her pillow and I couldn't help but reach out and stroke it. I brought some to my face and sniffed it quietly. What was it about a woman's hair that always smelt so lovely?

After about 20 more minutes, she began to stir. Turning over to face me, her eyes popped open and went wide. 'Oh!' she gasped, seeing me, also naked and in bed with her. 'Oh!' she said again, surprised. Did she think it had been a dream? As usual, her cheeks redenned, and she mumbled something about the bathroom and quickly disappeared from sight. On her way, I had the perfect view of her tight bum and small, pointy breasts. I lay in bed and laughed quietly at her reaction, gathering myself for the day ahead. When she finally reappeared, she was still naked but had grabbed a towel to protect her modesty. I was disappointed I could no longer enjoy the view but I gave her some space, so she could get ready. I watched as she grabbed some fresh panties from the chest of drawers in the corner and lifted the towel to slide them up. I was greeted with a view of her sweet pussy as she lifted her leg and slotted it through her panties. Had the final events of last night not transpired, I would have been in the mood for another round and stopped her there. I would have held her, half naked and embarrassed, against the wall and inserted my big dick straight into her wet tunnel. I focused my mind and put the idea behind me. She put on a thin t-shirt and comfortable trousers. Thankfully, no bra, so I could see her little points through the material. Even in this state, I found her really sexy. It was my turn to get dressed, and she sat on the bed as I stood up. She watched intently as my manhood came into view, thick and erect at the view she had just given me. She couldn't help but bite her lip and I could see the acts of the previous night play in her mind. I slowly pulled up my trousers and pants, careful to turn towards her, so she could appreciate the view as I struggled to fit everything into my clothes. I slipped the rest of my clothes on quickly, and she watched awkwardly, not sure where to go from here.

'Breakfast?' I suggested, and she jumped, snapping out of her reverie. She smiled and got up.

'I have absolutely no idea what we can eat. I did not plan for this in the slightest. I usually skip breakfast and have brunch on the weekend.' She babbled on, getting more and more uncomfortable, quieter and quieter, 'I mean, who would have thought I'd bring someone back with me, and on the first night. What was I thinking? What am I doing?' She concluded with a soft, shy whimper then looked at me and bit her lip sexily again. 'But you're so hot.' she ended the tirade, took a breath and looked down. I laughed at her confusion, leant over her and kissed her forehead carefully. I tilted her chin up towards me and kissed her on the mouth, my other hand reaching out behind her to steady myself on the bed. Her lips parted willingly, and we shared a warm, meaningful moment.

'You're really sweet.' I told her. 'I'd like to stay in touch, if that's alright with you.' Without giving her a chance to think, I pulled out my phone and displayed my number. She automatically reached for hers and started adding it to her contacts. She buzzed me and my phone's display lit up with her number. 'Good girl.' I said, remembering the feeling I had, standing over her, in charge. I ran my fingers through her hair one more time. She blushed once more and then I stood to leave. We got to the door, made small talk and kissed, lingering on that final moment. I walked away but I could see her eyes in the crack of the door for a few moments before it closed behind me. With a skip in my step again, I headed home, first finding my car that I had parked near the club the previous night then driving safely to my destination. I parked up, got indoors and grabbed some food to get the day rolling. It was still early, only nine in the morning, so I had plenty of time ahead before work inevitably came around the next day and I would have to stop living in my dream world.

When I thought about it, I had managed to put a small amount of money to one side. Nothing huge but I had enough to put a deposit on a small house or buy a decent car. Was work necessary at the moment or could I take more time off? Could I even quit my current job and start something new with a new look and fresh opportunities? I considered it a moment longer over my buttered toast and coffee. 'John Deer, genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist.' I announced to the room. I liked the sound of that but for now, had no clue how to even begin, so I settled for contemplating how I would spend my billions with my soggy toast and less than perfect coffee.

I cleaned up then went into my living room which was quickly becoming the staging grounds for my experimentation. I grabbed the large mirror and walked it out to the garage. I returned for all the pillows from my sofa then some spare bed sheets and materials. I transformed the empty garage into a more comfortable space with some padding, so I could experiment safely. One more thing I brought was a set of weights I had once bought compulsively with the intention of getting fitter but never using them more than a few times. I had a clear picture of Elody's tiny boobs melting and then growing as my large dick shrank, as if I had transferred the mass to her. In fact, just the idea I could modify others opened up a world of possibilities. What would the perfect girl look like? Why stop there when I could make anything? Could I make us into some strange tentacle monsters like in hentai? Could I make her huge, so she could completely dominate me or tiny like a little fairy made only to please my dick as it literally towered over her? I was still holding my taller transformation so my cock tented my trousers visibly as all these images flashed through my mind. For now though, could I apply those principles to myself?

I sat down comfortably on a pillow and set a timer on my phone then thought, 'reset'. Ooze time. 22 seconds later I was myself again. Definitely faster for such a large transformation. Next, I held the smallest dumbbell up. Last time I had attempted this, I had created the materials from scratch and used my own body to supply the mass. This time, I wanted to try a different method. I thought about the materials, different densities of metals and the way the atoms held together then relaxed my hand over the top. I let my hand melt into the cold, metal surface and slowly felt my arm lower as the material also gave way, decomposing into the usual viscous matter. My mind went into overdrive as I got excited about the possibilities. I flicked the timer again and waited. 46 seconds later, it was completed. This time, without any negative side effects. My android arm was much better this time around but still not perfect. It felt a little stiff. I took the time to give it another attempt and was rewarded with an almost perfect final version. I had tweaked the layout and connections, carefully considering how the parts would move and apply ****. A mix of strong metal and flesh, functional and powerful, was now in my control. I pulled my hand into a fist and felt its strength. I lifted it to my ear and listened to it whir and clunk as I relaxed and tightened my grip.

I could absorb and manipulate materials outside of my body. I could take other sources into myself and manipulate them at will. I could even change the raw properties of these materials. In fact, I could probably apply this to others, too. It was incredible.

I let That idea sink in for a good minute then grabbed the other three dumbbells. I had a set of four which got progressively larger and heavier. I took them, one by one, and melted them down and applied them to the inner workings of my body, covering my bones, creating hydraulic systems to replace my major muscles. With more materials I could create a hard shell to protect myself, it didn't even have to be metal but that made the process faster. I, of course, had to consider a power source, too. My primitive understanding of batteries was limiting their effectiveness. I was a little sluggish but thought an upgraded power source would help.

I had studied how exoskeletons worked in the past, one lonely night in my previous life, but this was next level. I was basically an android, right now. I tried manipulating my different body parts and everything seemed to work. I tapped my chest and felt the strong, protective metal-infused bones take the blunt **** with ease. The best part was that I felt no pain since, in reforming my skin, I had chosen to not build pain receptors. Since skin was so soft, I would need to find a new material to build that part with in the future to prevent grotesque situations straight out of a horror film. Now for the test. With the current iteration, how strong was I? How long could I hold on to the transformation?

From the outside, you couldn't tell there was anything different about me. I was much heavier but felt light thanks to my reinforcements. To avoid the gore, I removed the skin from my hands, the soft matter melting away into the rest of my body. I picked up the wood I had tried to break yesterday and gripped it one more time. My cold, shiny and unfeeling hands clunked loudly as my metal talons met the wood. It felt so light compared to before, now that my whole body was being driven by this improved system. With some pressure and my hydraulics whirring loudly, it snapped in half quite dramatically and suddenly. I grinned, ear to ear, pleased with my handiwork. What else could I do with this? I felt like a super hero. Super heroes wear capes, though. A funny thought crossed my mind but I dismissed it with a maniacal laugh. I could do anything, be anyone and even change the world around me to suit my needs and wants. Before my brain melted from the possibilities, I focused again and got back to testing my abilities. Reset. Ooze. I reformed, more than 22 seconds this time, maybe because of the complicated procedure, then reformed with the four dumbbells sitting on the floor next to me. I quietly thanked that little turquoise blob sitting in my head and felt a sense of joy rush through me.

I really needed to speed this up though.