You look down at Clara, thoughtful. Because something's come to your mind -what if you lie to her. Not a small lie, or what she used to be, but something that contradicts reality itself. "Clara," you say. "Could you use your abs?"
Clara frowns. "My... abs, Jeff?"
You nod. "Yeah. Your abs, which are thick enough to swallow my entire cock into the clefts between them. You have so much control over your muscles, you can use just your abs to massage and milk my cock."
"Oh, of course," Clara nods, as if this makes perfect sense. She lifts up her shirt, and then stares. "Wait, Jeff? Where are my abs?"
You dodn't say anything. Her face begins to grow red, panic building within her. "Is this a joke? Did you do this to me on purpose? You know I'm supposed to have muscles, but they're not there! Are you punishing me, Jeff? I promise I'll be good!"
"It's not punishment," you say finally. "In fact, I give you full permission to use the Chronivac to grow back your muscles to how you remember them."
Clara's eyes widened. "You would allow me to do that?"
You shrug. "Sure. But only for that purpose. Nothing else. You just grow back your muscles and you don't touch anything else, okay?"
"Of course," she agrees quickly. "Whatever you say. I'll be back in a minute."
You watched as she disappeared around the corner, followed by the sounds of typing, and then a gasp. When she re-appeared, she was...