"Honey, you have a package!"
You looked up from your phone to see your beautiful statuesque mother in the doorway to your bedroom. You were sitting atop your bed, laying back against the headboard and browsing social media. As usual, you had no plans on a Saturday, but what was this package?
"A package?" you asked her. "What is it?"
"I don't know honey, but it's addressed to you!" she replied. She nonchalantly tossed the small box at you which you managed to catch. There, on the shipping label, it did indeed say your name. You weren't expecting anything! Even stranger, there was no evidence of an sender anywhere on the parcel!
Your mom smiled at you then took her leave, and you could hear her soft footsteps on the carpet as she made her way back downstairs.
You continued to examine the package, but before long you figured you should open it. A tiny irrational part of your mind was thinking it could be a bomb, but this turned out not to be the case.
You held in your hand... a TV remote. Or at least, it looked sort of like one. It was a long plastic block with buttons all over, and at the top a small screen akin to a graphing calculator.
Of the buttons, many were as you expected -- play, pause, fast-forward -- but as your eyes wandered, you found ones that perturbed you.
Morph, Merge, Randomize, Libido, Grow, Shrink, Swap
Huh. This might be a Reality Altering Remote like the ones you read about in erotica online!
But surely not, those don't exist!
As a test, you found the desired button and pointed the remote at yourself.
Clicking the button, your t-shirt immediately stretched forward as a massive heaving pair of tits grew on your chest!
"Woah!" you exclaimed, now staring down at a pair of double-G knockers. They jutted outward with magical perkiness, with areolae the size of sand dollars and thick thumb-sized nubs that were already growing erect.
You practically tore your shirt off to get an unobscured look at them. They wobbled around deliciously once they were freed, and you wasted no time in copping a feel. The sensations of massaging them sent shivers down your spine. You bit your lip and slid your hands up to your fat teats. You gasped as you lightly squeezed and twisted them in your fingers.
"Mmmf, fuck!" you cooed.
This was more than enough to get you aroused, and your average 6-incher was tenting up your flannel pajama bottoms as you continued to play with your new breasts.
So this remote really was real! It really did work!
You were astonished, amazed, and -- increasingly -- horny!
You could change anything with a remote like this!
But where did you want to go first?
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