A Perfect Couple

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Patricia Barton, PhD and many other initials strung behind her name, was sitting at her computer thinking- something she did very well. The animal tests had gone phenomenally- she had literally turned a white rat into a guinea pig, right down to DNA and behaviors, in only a few hours.

The drugs, the nano-particles, the DNA cocktail, the carefully designed radioactive and bioreactive atmosphere, the feedback system, and the tedious computer programming have finally come together to create her dream- the ability to control the body and mind on the most fundamental level. She had read adult stories about wild computer programs, alien-given powers, and similar tales of humans granted god-like powers over others and it just fed her dream... her fetish... her obsession.

Patricia was in her sixties now. Her hair was grey and thin, her skin was blotchy and wrinkling, her joints were painful... She was hideous in her own eyes. Her husband during all of this, Earnie, was her rock. He was dumpy, never quite as quick mentally as she was, and no prize by any real definition, but he loved her and she loved him.

She looked at the machinery again. The interface chamber looked like a cheap bathtub filled with fine white sand, surrounded by tubes, wires, lights, and squat cabinets jammed with purring machines. She looked at the dozens of tubes of the 'DNA cocktail' she had been growing for the last couple of months from their cells. She looked at the pitifully small container of nanoparticles and the scant amounts of other key ingredients. She had so little, but the stuff she needed was so rare or expensive that this was all she could afford- barely enough material for three tries. She had to get it all right.

Ernie snored on the gurney he was strapped to for his own safety. The light sleeping pill should be out of his system by now, and his other meds had been replaced with look-a-likes filled with what she needed him to take for some time now.

Poor Ernie. He had no idea what was coming. She had not shared any of it with him to protect him from the risks and worry. If this did not work it would devastate her, but she needed him to go first so he could run the controls for her. Besides, for her plans to work, both of them needed to be processed. She hoped he would understand.

One last sweep of the controls- more to delay what she needed to do than anything, and she went over to the gurney and slid him onto the sand in the tub. She injected him with each of the several pre-loaded syringes lined up on a nearby tray. She fit the dozens of probes to his body, struggling to turn him to fit them on his back.

As she moved him, she occasionally stepped on a foot control that forced air up through the fine, not-really-sand material. As it fluidized, she was able to reposition him easily, and when it stopped, it molded to him perfectly with no skin pressure.

OK, drugs and electrodes ready, she fit some breathing tubes and an IV in place, activated the tank again, and gently pushed him down into the bubbling quasi-sand. Monitors and sensors arrayed around the tank showed everything was starting off smoothly and she sat back down in the control seat for the long wait. Although she was not religious, she found herself muttering a prayer for success.

She had set herself several alarms to go off so she would be sure to check key moments in the operation, and the first one jarred her out of a fitful nap. It was an hour into the process and time to make sure that every element was working correctly. Each sensor was reporting, the IV was flowing as expected, and the many small machines were purring along properly. She looked at the thermal imaging and everything looked right.

Several of his readings were off- but off in exactly the way they should be. He was running hot, chemical and enzyme levels were all over the place, brainwaves looked horrible- but right on the predicted marks. She let out a deep breath- he was alive and everything was working as it ought. She muttered her thanks to whatever gods were listening, grabbed some snack bars, and went back to her seat.

The next time she woke up, the white sands were beige. The process generated wastes and the sand would absorb it all, so this was as expected. She switched out the IV bag, added the proper drug cocktail for the next phase, and quadruple-checked the program that was about to run in his mind for the next few phases. One of the antennas used to communicate with the nanoparticles was showing a deviation, making for a few anxious moments as she corrected the settings.

'God,' she thought, 'this would all have been so much easier if she had a techie or aid to help out'- but there was no one else who even knew about this project. She had carefully done it all in a rented storage unit she paid for in cash through the mail. Every purchase was done so it would be almost impossible to track, and the stuff she 'borrowed' from the lab she ran would not be missed for quite some time. She was in this all by herself. On the other hand, she had planned for this day for decades.

Her thoughts drifted back over the years- her frustration over her lack of looks or grace; her other, dumber, siblings marrying and having kids as she buried herself in research that was more and more esoteric. She recalled her discovery of a company that called itself, in private, Secret Sexlabs Inc. and the wealth of information they had accumulated. She briefly wondered if they had yet found that she had tapped their databases, and smiled as she thought about whom the rather unsavory group could report it to if they had. With all of the false data and dead ends she left in their computers, it might be years before they get back on track.

The nights mapping her and Ernie's DNA and teasing out secrets no one else had put their fingers on yet, the hours spent calculating exactly what she wanted and how to get there, the long weeks of barely seeing Ernie or a bed, the missed vacations and weekends together- she had paid so much, and Ernie was so supportive. His own job at the plant was nothing special, but he liked it. He still managed to do most of the cooking and cleaning around the house. He joked about being a good wife for her, and it hurt her every time he said it. She even felt bad about the hours he spent under hypnosis telling her his deepest secrets and fantasies, and the tweaking she felt she had to do in a few places.

But, now, finally, it was coming to a close. The fire-proof lockbox on the counter held new identities for both of them. In just a couple more days they were going to start a brand-new life, all thanks to her lifelong obsession, incredible mind, and this wonderful machine.

It took over a day of work and restless naps, but the final countdown was running. The now deep brown sand was being pumped out, the nanoparticles were leaving his body, the last dregs of drugs were being flushed, and the mental processing was shifting to a rest phase.

The tank went into a wash cycle, removing all traces of the stuff he had been immersed in for last day and a half, and Patrica's heart was hammering. She wanted so bad to go look in the tank, but held herself in place, monitoring the last few critical bits, praying nothing would go wrong.

She heard coughing from the tank- deep, forceful, masculine coughing that set her heart aflutter. A corded and tan hand reached out and grabbed the side of the tank. She could see the muscles ripple as he sat up. Dear gods- he was perfect! The young man sitting up had short, dark hair framing a perfectly chiseled face. You could easily see the Harrison Ford and George Clooney touches she built into the matrix. He turned his brilliant blue eyes to her and smiled. His smile sent a shiver through her small frame.

"Patrica? Dear? What's going on?" He asked in a deep voice, one that rumbled with authority, just as she planned. He turned more towards her and she marveled at his chest- broad and well-muscled with a small fuzzy patch in the middle- just like she wanted. "Patricia, my eyes are up here, dear. Please tell me why I am naked in this thing and why I look and feel so... wonderful." His voice could not be disobeyed.

Suddenly nervous, Patrica stammered out "I, I changed you. I hope you like it. Please tell me you like it." She felt like a nerdy schoolgirl talking to the school's quarterback.

"I think so. Can you tell me why I think my name is Edward now?" She explained that it was part of his new identity, and felt her knees grow weak as he climbed effortlessly out of the tank revealing a lean, muscular body.

"OK, so tell me about my new self." He asked as he reached for her hand. She led him to a nearby mirror and began to talk. She quickly outlined her research of the last few decades and then started to share with him what she had done.

"Obviously, you are taller, younger, and stronger than you used to be. You are now about 25, 6′8″ and muscled like an Olympic-level athlete. I used a swimmer as the base model for the musculature rather than a weight-lifter to find a good balance between definition, strength, flexibility, stamina, and speed. The muscle fibers are enhanced so you are stronger and faster than you appear, with a side benefit of rapid healing and rebuilding. If you start a weight lifting program, you'll find that they will bulk up rapidly.

"Your cardiovascular system has been rebuilt and improved. You can hold your breath for much longer than most people, and your heart has been strengthened and tweaked so you will never experience any more heart disease and you have incredible stamina. This also helps your new muscles by providing them with more blood and nutrients. Your digestive system, metabolism, internal organs, etc. have also been improved in many, many ways that we can explore later.

"I'm really proud of what I did with your reproductive system. I customized each muscle and so forth to create something special. Your new penis is about the same size when flaccid, but when aroused, it will grow to something designed to be the best possible fit for most women. You've got more nerve endings than before, your testicles are larger and work better, and you've got more voluntary control over it than any other man has. You can will it erect or limp, you can ejaculate when you want, and you can control the amount of your ejaculate as well as the ratio of sperm to seminal fluid."

As she talked about his new tool, he felt it grow, and grow... and grow. He flexed a mysterious muscle and it popped up against his stomach. Another flex and it curved to the left, then the right. She explained that he could adjust the curvature of the shaft this way. He asked her how he controlled his sperm and such and she explained that it would take some practice but she would be there to help.

"I also made some changes in your head. Your vision is repaired and improved, even your night vision. The blind spot in human eyes is moved a bit so you have better acuity. Your senses of smell, taste, and hearing are also improved. Your brain has a lot more neurons and connections than before and your natural brain chemicals are more powerful. This should significantly improve your memory, your ability to learn, the ability to think creatively, and your overall intelligence.

"I hope you don't mind, but I also tweaked the way you think about some things. I boosted your sex drive and removed some inhibitions you had. I know you were interested in some things before, but reluctant to act on them. This should be gone. I've force-programmed some new skills and memories you can access to help us with our new lives. I... I also... er..." He asked her to spit it out with That Voice. "I made you more dominating in our relationship, and more interested in exploring new things that I am interested in." He nodded absently, still staring at his new, sculpted body.

"I also..." She began.

He interrupted her in amazement. "There's more?" He wondered aloud.

"Well, you emit pheromones that should make men trust and respect you, and women excited by you, and your voice has a frequency in it that makes it easy to believe or obey whatever you say. You should be very influential and charismatic now."

"I see. You mentioned new skills. I think I know some of them, but what did you do?"

She trembled at The Voice again, and seeing the aroused Adonis before her did not help. "I programmed you with the knowledge of basic musical theory and techniques since I know you have always wished you could sing and play instruments. Some languages, wine knowledge, the basics of several martial arts and dances... Oh, yes, also some sexual techniques and some financial information."

They talked for another hour. Patricia was amazed at how easily Edward was taking in the information, and she was also pleased that he was taking a more and more dominant role. He had dressed himself in some clothes she had ready and was sitting at another computer terminal reviewing her work as they spoke.

After some time, his eyes twinkled and he asked "And now it is time for the next step, isn't it?" She gasped, both in surprise and at the continuing effect he was having on her.

"What do you mean, Sir..., er, Edward?" He gestured at a screen he had pulled up, one that showed her from several angles and had line after line of information scrolling past.

"I see you have things set up so you can be next. I see that the machinery has been resetting as we have talked, and that you keep glancing at those screens over there which seem to show that things are ready to go again. Besides, you made a very sexual creature and I am a bit concerned that although I still love you deeply, that you and I are not physically compatible right now- and that saddens me."

She admitted that this was all done so he could process her into their ideal woman, a 'superior woman'. She gave him some background on her obsession and showed him how everything worked, then showed him the checklists and manuals to consult if things go awry. His newly quickened mind absorbed it all effortlessly and he asked her some very pointed questions about the process- even suggesting an improvement that made perfect sense once he explained it to her carefully.

"I'm going to go lay down on the sand and take a whiff of sleeping gas. You'll have about an hour to review my settings and make whatever adjustments you want while I'm out. When these sensors say the gas is out of my bloodstream, you can start the process."

They talked about details for a few more minutes, but she adamantly refused to discuss her settings with him. She explained that he was in full charge and could change anything she set at his whim. She just wanted to be perfect for him. She wondered for a moment if she would have been this flexible had she not been so taken with Him in all of His power and glory.

Patricia lay on the sand, took the whiff of gas, and soon passed out. The next thing she knew, robotic arms were drying her off with warm air. She lay there for several minutes as the fog in her mind lifted and strength flowed back into her limbs. She felt disoriented, her name escaped her for a moment, and she was not sure where she was- but she also felt vibrantly alive and incredibly aroused. She reached up to grip the walls beside her so she could sit up and caught sight of a long, tanned, elegant hand that looked... so unfamiliar somehow. She gently shook her head, feeling her long hair move as she sat up, relishing the feeling of her large breasts settling into place. She slid a leg up and was excited by the silky sensations in her nether regions. Stretching was an exercise in erogenous zones being stimulated just by the movement of her skin.

As she sat up, she caught sight of a muscular man off to the side. "Edward, my beloved!" She touched her throat when she heard her higher musical voice. Memories rushed back as she saw the room. "Did everything work?" She held a delicate hand out to him and he helped her effortlessly and gracefully slip out of the tank. "May I please see myself?" He led her to a mirror. She gasped when she saw herself.

"Oh, Edward, this is so perfect! Please, tell me about my new self!" She was delighted with what she saw in the mirror, a beautiful, sexual creature with delicious tits and hips that made her want to fuck herself. Delightfully yummy.

"With pleasure, my love. First, your name is Palila. I thought it went better with your new coloring. It is a Polynesian word meaning 'bird'. Since one of my nicknames for you was 'my dove', it seemed appropriate. Your middle name is Kanani and means 'beautiful one' and your new maiden name, Hara, means 'princess. You are physically about 23 years old."

Palila instantly felt the rightness of the name settle on her like a familiar cloak, wondering for an idle moment what her name used to be- Pam, maybe? She also knew she would instantly recognize 'Lila' and 'Li' as her name as well. 23? She felt so young, like she was supposed to be much older somehow... a professor or something maybe? Silly, silly thoughts! She just graduated high school a few years ago!

"Your original plan was for a statuesque blonde, but I felt you deserved something more exotic. The basic foundation is a Pacific Islander beauty- dusky skin, long black hair, slender build. I added elements of Native American, Hispanic, Asiatic, and French to give you more height and curves, sort of a 'bronzed caramel' skin tone and more unique facial features. You are almost 6′ tall and 38E-22-36. You have also been programmed with an understanding of Hawaiian and Pacific Island cultures and languages. I have to say I was impressed to find things like that in your library."

Li found herself stroking her long hair and swaying to an unheard island beat. Her memory conjured up tropical nights and bird calls, volcanoes and sex on the beach. Surfing, kayaking, enthusiastic fucking in a rushing waterfall...

"Your eyes were a lot of fun. The base color a sea blue-green and they are bigger than before, with an Asiatic shape, and have the same programming as I do for functionality. In fact, I copied most of my senses settings over to you. Let's see... high cheekbones, full lips... Oh, yes, wait until you gain full control of your new long tongue. That should be very interesting!

"Enhanced musculature and other systems, patterned after mine again, but without the visible muscle definition in most places, and a different ratio of body fat to maintain that delightful feminine shape. I tweaked your leg, hip, buttock, and other muscles a bit so your walk will be sensual, and heels will be painless and effortless for you."

Li was lightly stroking her smooth skin. The sensations were incredible and made her pussy feel so yummy. She was of a mind to just jump the gorgeous man who apparently would not shut up, but His Voice kept her riveted on the mirror.

"Your new reproductive system is as much a masterpiece as you made mine. You have the same sorts of controls I have over various systems, obviously remapped for a female. You now have intimate control over many muscles, voluntary control over ovulation and climax, and even the ability to adjust your pH and temperature to make it easier or harder to get pregnant. Your clitoris is enlarged and filled with nerve endings, and I increased the nerves in several spots inside your vagina- rubbing some of these spots should be quite interesting for you! You now squirt when you climax, and your secretions are tuned for flavor, texture, and some other things you'll learn about later. You also have an improved ability to make the fluids. In other words, your pussy is sweet, hot, tight, sensitive, and slick and should be a lot of fun for you and your partners. Oh, and your pubic hair will only grow in a small patch and be nice and soft."