take Melissa with you to a rich single self made orphan CEO that lives alone in order to turn her into a busty business genius and to use her isolated mansion as a base
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As you lie in the afterglow with your servants, you share your next ambitious plan.
"A new base of operations would be ideal," you explain, running your fingers through Melissa's auburn hair. "Someone rich, isolated, with no family connections."
Melissa's eyes light up, her professional instincts kicking in despite her naked state. "I know exactly who you're thinking of. Victoria Blackwood, CEO of Blackwood Innovations. Self-made tech entrepreneur, orphaned at sixteen, lives alone in a mansion outside the city limits with minimal staff."
"How do you know so much about her?" you ask, impressed.
"I handled some of her company's minor accounting work at my former firm," Melissa explains, already reaching for her tablet on the nightstand. "She's notoriously private, but I maintained a cordial professional relationship with her."
Maxine sits up, her naked form gleaming in the dim light. "A tech CEO transformed into a busty business genius? The potential applications are extraordinary. We could use her resources and isolation to expand our research."
By morning, Melissa has arranged a meeting under the pretense of discussing investment opportunities in Dr. Reed's patents. You dress professionally but ensure your outfit accentuates your enhanced physique, while Melissa dons her most formal secretary attire.
Blackwood Mansion sits on twenty acres of private woodland. Security cameras track your approach along the winding driveway, but the gates open automatically—Melissa's credentials apparently sufficient for entry.
Victoria Blackwood meets you in a modernist office overlooking manicured gardens. She's striking rather than conventionally beautiful—tall and lean with sharp features, short black hair in an asymmetrical cut, and piercing gray eyes. Her charcoal suit is impeccably tailored to her angular frame.
"Ms. Powers," she says coolly, not offering her hand. "Melissa mentioned some revolutionary technology. I must say, your sudden partnership with the reclusive Dr. Reed intrigues me."
You smile, feeling the weight of the Servant Gun in your handbag. "I believe in being direct, Ms. Blackwood. What I'm about to show you will transform your business—and your life."
She raises an eyebrow. "I appreciate directness. But I should mention we're alone today. I gave my staff the day off—I prefer handling sensitive business matters personally."
Perfect. You smoothly withdraw the Servant Gun, watching her eyes widen in confusion.
"This is Dr. Reed's masterpiece," you explain calmly. "And you're about to become our most valuable partner."
Before she can react, you fire, selecting the experimental setting with the mental command: "Business Genius Bombshell."
The transformation is immediate and dramatic. Victoria's body swells beneath her suit, buttons straining and eventually popping as her chest expands into magnificent proportions. Her hips widen, creating an hourglass figure, while her face softens into breathtaking beauty. Her short hair lengthens and lightens to platinum blonde, cascading in perfect waves past her shoulders.
Her severe suit shimmers and transforms into a skintight dress in midnight blue, the plunging neckline showcasing her new assets while maintaining an air of corporate power. Stiletto heels materialize on her feet as she gasps, her eyes flashing with the same intelligence but now framed by long lashes.
"Oh my," she breathes in a voice like velvet. "What an extraordinary sensation." She runs manicured hands over her new curves, then looks at you with absolute devotion. "My mansion, my company, my body—they're all yours to command, Mistress. How may I serve you today?"