Master PC targeted her just fine, and I figured I’d start at her brain. Thing is, brains are complicated. The Nervous system didn’t have much in the way of easy decoding anywhere, so I hopped instead over to Endocrine. Bingo. Several chemical levels that I knew affected happiness, love, and joy were much lower than mine or Lindsey’s. Low enough that I was pretty sure she was dealing with clinical depression.

That would not do. I couldn’t accept her offer of servitude if she was suffering like this. She was basically being tortured by her own brain, 24/7/365. Tweaking those up was a matter of a few clicks, and after using Lindsey as a baseline I increased them by 25% from there. The skeletal system would be next, and this is something I had not yet experimented with. The character we were thinking of was five and a half feet tall, an increase of six inches from Tina’s present five flat. I figure that would not be at all pleasant for her to experience all at once, especially when I added the additional density and hardness to keep herself from being injured, so I set it to go over the next month. Same with her muscle development, Tina needed a ton more to keep up with Tifa. More than just development, too, searching deeper down in the settings I could find the actual twitch strength ratios and resiliency. If I wanted her to keep up with who she wanted to be, those all had to be dramatically improved. For that matter, I added those tweaks to my baseline set, then applied everything to her. Disease resistance, muscle mass, eyesight, skin clarity and resilience, breathing and digestion efficiency, the works. I adjusted facial features subtly, hair color, and a dozen other minor things. Finally, the fun part.

Tifa has canonical double-D breasts. Quite impressive on her frame, but when I’m in control? That’s the small side. I had come up on the fanservice side of the Internet, though, and I’d been subscribed to her photoshoots for a long time. She used DD-cups on her five-foot frame. At five and a half? I set her target to firm Gs. Let the sports bra control them. I also made sure she was ready to take my newly-absurd length any which way we felt like, adjusting and tweaking until nobody with sane proportions would ever be able to satisfy her, and most with crazy proportions would find themselves needing to put out effort for the first time. This was… a dramatic set of changes. I did not yet hit Apply, saving her template first.

I stood, and went back out to the living room. She was still there, chatting lightly with Lindsey. The conversation dropped immediately when I got to them, both looking at me intently. “Tina, this is your last chance to back out. I learned a lot over the last… half hour… but you will be the first this is used on. For a lot of it. I have some changes that should help your mental state that will kick in immediately, the changes to your body will take a month. I’m not going to lie, I set the timeline shorter than I would have for myself. It is going to hurt.”

She gulped at that. “How badly?”

“I wish I could tell you. The muscle changes by themselves kind of feel like the morning after a good workout, all the time. You are getting a lot more than that. I’m not going to lie, I expect you to tell me to slow it down.”

Tina was breathing hard. “Do it. I’ll probably ask you to speed it up.”

“Even if you were willing to put up with the pain, that’s only half of it. Tina, you are tiny. The material has to come from somewhere. You are about to spend a month eating yourself out of house and home. Get your content pre-filmed and scheduled as much as you can, after all is said and done you might… MIGHT… be recognizable, but that isn’t certain. It will be hard. If you’re sure, I’ll get it started now.”

She nodded. One trip to the computer to hit Apply, and I could immediately hear her gasp. Scrambling, terrified I had accidentally killed her with too many changes, I dashed out to the living room. She was standing, leaning on the already-changed form of Lindsey, tears in her yes freely streaming. She seemed like she could hardly breathe. “Tina! Are you okay?”

She looked up at me. I could see, then, that the tears in her eyes had nothing to do with pain. The look on her face was rapturous joy. “You… you fixed it! The world is BRIGHT again! I can breathe, I feel AMAZING! This is worth everything I offered you by itself. Easy.”

“Tina, I don’t intend to accept what you were offering. I can’t. You were being tortured by your own brain for a long time. It would be like taking money under coercion.” I was shaking my head, but when I stopped the scene had changed a bit. Specifically? Tina was about six inches from me instead of by the couch.

“Nobody else even believed me. You fixed me like magic. That was worth any price. Here’s a down payment.” It should be noted that Tina absolutely loves cosplaying Tifa. I found out that this apparently included martial arts lessons when she executed a perfect leg sweep, controlled my fall to the ground, and managed to yank off my pants before I realized my view was suddenly of the ceiling. “Okay, I’m assuming that thing is the result of you using your powers on yourself. Good grief, this is going to be a challenge.”

I do not know how a 95-pound slip of a woman could control my body so effectively, but every time I tried to maneuver her, she had a limb controlling mine. She flipped herself around to what would have been a 69 if she had not been clothed, and attacked my disproportionate length with hand and tongue. It should be noted that there was no possible way for her to take more than the first half or so of it. She was still human, and still had physical limits and a gag reflex. She did her best, though, and her best was very, very good.

Around the third or fourth time I tried to return some of the favor, only to be met with her trapping my wrist somewhat painfully, I stopped my attempts and decided to just enjoy. The heavenly feel of her talented mouth and hands convinced me that this was the right choice, especially since it only got better once she could focus on it instead of pinning me down every few moments. My head turned to the side, only to find Lindsey there. “Having fun, Chris?”

My own breathing was getting ragged as Tina was getting deeper and deeper into her rhythm. I could not vocalize a response, only nodding at her.

“Good. Maybe this will make it even better.” With only that as a preamble… or warning, depending on your point of view… she removed her top and laid her gigantic breasts across the only surface of me not occupied by Tina: my face.

Two things to note here. First, it absolutely, 100% made the experience enormously better. Second, I was very relieved when I came a few moments later, because I was starting to get lightheaded from drowning in an ocean of cleavage. If that is how I went out, what a way to go, but I survived. Tina almost didn’t, failing to make the connection between “a foot of dick with proportional balls” and “this orgasm is not going to be normal.” When I blasted up into her, it was no mere teaspoon. Her mouth immediately filled to capacity, and though she did her best to swallow she had no hope at all of keeping up. Eventually, she gave up and backed up off of me, letting me shoot free.

To give her credit, she got most of it. That’s a LOT of credit, too.

Somehow, I don’t know how, Tina escaped without messing up her shirt. When eventually she left to go home, and Lindsey left to go back to her own apartment, I got stuck cleaning up the carpet. Worth it.