Walter's smile looking far more seductive with her fuller pouty lips. A stray strand of pink hair falling across her face. The heft of her bust registering, as she took in the transformed Tim, as if only vaguely registering her own changes.
"Well, maybe it needs a little fine tuning... This is a little ... 'more', well everything than I -like- expected."
Opening up the interface on the computer, Walter tweaked the code for the Transformatron.
"This should dial things down." she offered with an apologetic shrug. Tim sat awkwardly on the stool, restlessly eager to move, and simultaneously unwilling to uncross her legs, or uncross her hands and reveal her own rather full bust.
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