Life Tastes Better With Chocolate

"It can reverse aging, grow hair, regrow limbs, it can cure cancer, and even fix natural genetic issues. It can even dye your hair and eyes to match your gown as the people of Oz promised Dorothy..." Dr. Steven Marsh TED talk October 20XX.

The promise of tomorrow now had crashed with reality. While testing the nanites on the homeless, the nanites caused the subjects to pop. The project was in danger of being shut down.

Steven had theorized, the nanites got lost in the test subjects and had violently exited the body. He developed a control strain that would guide the other strain.

Steven injected the control strain into his blood stream then laid down. Hours later he was awoken by a chime on his phone then another and then another. It was his family's group chat.

"It's Mom's birthday in 2 weeks" from Tracy

"He won't show, he is too busy with his precious work" from Lisa

"please, Steven" from Rachel.

Steven thought for a minute. Then it occurred to him. 2 words... test subjects.

"I will be there. I have time off saved. I will even bake the cake" Steven texted.

"if you are going to flake out again, let me know. I will order a nice cake" from Lisa.

Snotty, Self righteous bitch. Steven thought to himself. He will see her groveling at his feet soon enough.

"baking is like science. Ingredients plus heat plus time" Steven texted.

His phone buzzed with approval emojis from his sisters then silence. He had to plan and bake apparently. Maybe his assistant could bake.

Two weeks later, Steven drove home. Cake in the trunk of his SUV. The nanites weren't hurt by the baking he could hearing their buzzing deep in his head. His creation was ready, he just needed the right test subject to bring it to life. Guiding the control strain, he made his way to his mother's house.

As he pulled up to the house, he could hear laughter and music coming from inside. A wave of guilt and relief washed over him. He could use the distraction of the party to perform his test.

He walked in and was greeted with smiles and hugs from his family. "You made it, Steve!" They all cheered.

Steven hugged his mother. Rachel Harding was five foot four, average build, her shoulder length brown hair had some greying since the last time Steven was home.

His sister Lisa was setting the table and rolled her eyes at Steven then exited the room in a huff. Lisa was Steven's twin. Five foot eight inches. Long brown hair put up in a messy bun. It looked like she had put on a little weight since the last time he saw her. Good more fuel for the nanites.

Last was Tracy. Tracy hugged Steven with a warm smile. Tracy was an intelligent, happy, African American woman. She was five foot six inches with her hair in braids and dreadlocks. She had grown up since the last time Steven had seen her.

"I was afraid Lisa would have scared you off again" Tracy whispered trying not to bring the ire of Lisa.

"I wouldn't miss Mom's birthday for anything. I told you I was coming and here I am." Steven whispered back to his sister. "I saw you bring in the cake. It looks awesome" Tracy smiled.

The family sat down for dinner. They ate, told stories of the past and everyone told stories of the present. Then it was time of the cake. The cake was Chocolate. 3 layers. It smelled like chocolate fudge with a hint of cinnamon. It looked like it shimmered. Happy birthday was sung. Coffee was poured.

The family ate in silence.

"So fucking good!" Tracy exclaimed and everyone laughed even Lisa. The family retired to the modest living room. They watched a movie. Their mother's favorite.

In Steven's head her could hear the buzzing not only from the half cake in the kitchen but now from his family.

The nanites were at work.

The movie began and Steven's mother and sisters started to nod off. One by one they fell asleep.

Steven stood up, then calmly said "Rise, Activate, Enhance, Obey" and the Nanites went to work.

"... the nanites use a bodies own fat as its fuel. The nanites can grow hair, increase bust and ass size. It can change hair of eye color and muscle density. It can not give or take away hight our any foundational skeletal mass..." Dr. Steven Harding's NaniteX patent filing March 20XX.

Steven poured himself a glass of wine, sat and watched. In his head he could hear the control strain giving instructions to the stain in his family's bodies. All Steven had to do was imagine their perfect form. "Repair, Enhance, Obey" he said instructing the nanites.

Rachel:

Steven's mother would be the first. He had been away when his father died, he wasn't there for her in her time of need. He had signed a contract and they wouldn't let him leave. Lisa would never forgive him. She had fallen into a deep depression that only time could heal. Lisa and her best friend Nancy had convinced her that she needed to choose her daughter Tracy over her grief. He would fix all of that or at least the nanites coursing through her system would.

Rachel groaned as her skin turned red with head and steam escaped her pours. She lurched forward putting both hands on her knees. The lines at her eyes and mouth filled in. Steven could see her arms and legs becoming firmer. Her breasts lost their slight sag and were perky once again. Years drained away and she looked as Steven remembered her as a child 25 years old and in her prime. Her hair faded lighter by the minute from brown with strings of grey to blonde to platinum almost white. Her hair once past her shoulders trimmed to a chin length bob cut as if trimmed by invisible scissors.

As the changes finished, she stood up straight and at attention. Her pants slid off her hips revealing her grey mom panties. Steven smiled he would have to make changes to her wardrobe. Rachel sighed exhausted from the ordeal.

Steven ever the scientist would have to test to see if the nanites had worked on her mind as well as her body.

"What is your name?" Steven asked. The newly minted doll had a confused look for a minute the said "R...Ray...Rachel" as if saying it for the first time with words she just discovered. Rachel stared at the man in front of her. He looked familiar and she trusted him, loved him deeply.

"Nice to meet you Rachel, I am Steven. Your creator and Master. I made you just now and you belong to me." He said calmly. "You will obey my every wish and desire like it is your own you will do what I want when I want and it will seem like it was your idea. You love me above all things, desire to please me, nobody else matters." He finished.

Rachel thought for a few minutes taking in his words. It didn't seem right but her mind quickly realigned and it all seemed fine, all the truth. Rachel smiled then replied "yes, master I understand."

Another test was in order. "Rachel, whose ring do you wear on your finger?" Steven knew the answer. He knew she hadn't removed it since his father died. Rachel brought up her hand staring at the gold wedding band. After a few minutes she whispered "He gave it to me. It's the last thing I have from him before he ..." and didn't finish her sentence.

"Give it to me." Steven said putting out his hand. Rachel was conflicted, a battle fought in her mind. She tried to hold on to memories of him but she couldn't remember his name, his face, it was all fading like mist in sunlight. She sighed then slid off the ring. The second the ring was gone she lost memories attached to it the to the ring itself.

Steven felt the ring in his palm. "Rachel, my sweet. I got you a present." He said then slipped the ring on her finger. "This ring binds you to me. It is a symbol of your love and devotion to me." Rachel looked at the ring, she belonged to him, her master and she felt pride and loved.

Steven felt guilty it was his mother or at least she was his mother. He had given her a gift, he had taken her depression and the memories that made her depressed. He loved her but now he desired a different kind of love from her and she desired that with every fiber of her being.

Lisa:

Lisa was Steven's twin. She had her mother's beauty matched with her grandmother's hight. The intelligent, beautiful woman had left her promising law practice to become a caregiver to her grieving mother and younger sister. She blamed Steven for not returning home. She had sacrificed everything for her family and he gave nothing. She would never forgive him.

Lisa howled putting her hands at her forehead. Her skin turned red and steam released from her pours. Lisa didnt have a lot of fat for the nanites to work with. Any stress wrinkles and crow's feet at her face disappeared. Her skin became toned and tan. Her hair shined with renewed luster. She looked 25 and slightly better than in her prime, enhanced.

"your name is Lisa in case you were wondering. I am Steven your creator and master. You belong to me. You will obey my every word without question. Obeying me every wish and desires like they were your own. You love me and you obey out of that love." Steven said with a smile.

Lisa stood in silence thinking. Everything he said sounded like the truth. She did love him deeply. She desired to make him happy. He looked familiar but she just met him. He said he created her maybe that's why she knew him. She sighed then smiled "yes master." She said with reverence.

Tracy:

unbeknownst to anyone in her family, Tracy desired change the most. Never fitting in and always the outsider. Tracy loved her family and especially her mom but she was adopted and she knew she was not of her mother's blood. Outside of the house the white community to which she grew up in saw her as the black girl. To the African American community she was never black enough, a charity case for some white family.

So when the buzzing in her head promised a place to belong, to be one, she grabbed and held it with everything she had. She skin paled from a rich chocolate to a smooth coffee. All the hair on her body turned from black to blonde in seconds. Her chin length hair grew past her shoulders. Her breasts swelled under her comfortable hoodie. Her legs and arms toned. Tracy was 20 years old so the nanites didn't adjust her age, it had enhanced her into an Amazon, a perfect specimen.

"Who am I?" Steven asked. Tracy looked at the handsome man but his name would not present itself in her memories. She shook her head.

"Your name is Tracy. I am Steven your creator, your master. I just created you minutes ago. You belong to me. I love you as I do with all my creations. You love me deeply, want to please me in anyway I desire. You will obey my every word like it was your idea." Steven said with a smile. Tracy instantly felt loved with a sense of belonging it felt good. "Master... yes Master" he said as if Master was his given name.

Steve looked at his new dolls with pride. It worked they were remade to his specifications. He had his dolls strip then stand at attention. They did as he instructed. He walked around each of his dolls beaming with pride. He looked in their eyes, Ran his hand through their hair, cupped a breast, squeezed an ass cheek, and ran a finger along their pussy lips. "Perfection" he said to himself with a smile.

The strain the nanites in his own body guiding the changes in the others caused Steven to be exhausted. He fell asleep on the chair in the living room. The three dolls slumped to the ground also exhausted from their change and slept on the carpet.

Somewhere in Rachel's pants her phone buzzed with a call, the buzzed again, then buzzed a third time. Then a text "did you forget our drink? Or are you guys still partying?" The text was from Rachel's best friend Nancy and they were supposed to go for a birthday drink after the party. Rachel hadn't showed up.