Remote, Part 4

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Summary: Rachel has a remote control that can influence the body of Lisa, a high school bully. She can add babies to Lisa's womb, change Lisa's breast-size and their contents, completely alter the weight and shape of Lisa's body, among other, stranger, things.. Contains: Female: belly expansion, breast expansion, and more.

Previous Chapter

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“What do I need this shit for anyway?” Lisa complained after failing her third attempt at the equation. “It’s not like I’m planning to become an accountant or something.”

“I think this could be applied in computer science or engineering,” said Rachel.

Lisa just gave Rachel a long, irritated look. Without taking her eyes off the meeker girl, Lisa pulled out a pack of gum, unwrapped a piece, and popped it into her mouth. She chewed with her mouth open all while peering at Rachel as though she was something disturbing or fascinating.

Rachel didn’t even try to justify it to herself anymore. She turned to her notes, but really just used her book as a cover to pull out the remote. She increased the level of the Hair mode, watching as Lisa’s hair grew longer in her peripheral vision. Lisa didn’t notice yet, her hair descending along her back, now going past the seat of her chair and the tremendous backside perched there.

“I think you should—you should try the equation again,” Rachel stammered.

Lisa looked appalled at the suggestion. Her hand shifted towards her phone, but then hesitated. With clear effort, Lisa lifted her pen instead, and returned her attention to her notebook. “Dumbest shit ever,” she mumbled, not-quite under her breath.

There was a mode Rachel had been wanting to try out. Skin. The level was already on 10 by default. Rachel increased it by one interval and snuck a glance up at Lisa, but did not detect any change to Lisa’s skin, aside from it being a bit flushed. Rachel would have been blushing too if her ass had gotten that gigantic. Rachel increased the level to 12, then 13, by which point the change was evident.

Lisa's skin had turned pink, like a newborn baby. It did not look like sunburn and could not pass as a natural flush or blemish. In fact, Rachel thought she looked like an alien. It was kind of amusing.

Rachel’s lips twisted. She struggled not to giggle. Then she went back to the Hair mode, increasing the level more just for the heck of it. She was already at number 17. Were there even any limits? Rachel wanted to find out.

Lisa finally took notice of the sensation of her hair crawling against her back. She looked down and choked on her gum. “’the fuck?” Her eyes trailed the long, thick tresses, now piling on the floor around her chair legs. “Oh my god,” she god, lifting a chunk of her hair in her hand, staring at it as it continued to proceed, gliding through her fingers, spilling around her shoulders. “What the hell is going on?” Lisa shook her long mane. She got up, then yelped as she stepped on a lock.

Bitchy Rapunzel, Rachel thought, covering her mouth and coughing to hide her laughter.

Kicking her hair out of the way, Lisa went to the counter and began to dig through the drawers, without even bothering to ask permission. Eventually finding a pair of kitchen shears, she grabbed as much of her hair as she could in her fist, then impatiently cut it off, right there. The Hair level plunged down from 25 to 6 as Lisa finished off the choppy cut. She left a thick pile of hair on the floor, and had brought her now-uneven hair down to the length of mid-back.

Lisa was panting and looking frenzied as she stared at the shears still on her fingers. Her eyes darted over to Rachel. “You saw that, right, Phlegm?”

Rachel simply blinked at her.

“Right.” Lisa dithered for a moment. “Let’s get back to these dumb equations.” She made her way back to the seat, bouncing down on her pillowy backside. Directing her attention to her textbook, Lisa recovered swiftly. It was like she had become resigned. It wasn’t as fun when she was so accepting.

Rachel look down. Maybe they really should just get back to studying. “Heh.” Lisa still hadn’t noticed that her skin was pink.

“So where are you going to college?” Lisa asked blithely as she scribbled down numbers then crossed them out. “Not that your family can afford it. But like, if you could?”

Rachel deeply inhaled.

“It’s a shame, with all the studying you put in. I mean you’re smart, but kind of dumb too. You know, wasting all your time with this academic shit. If I were you, I would’ve actually done something with myself. I mean your life sucks, Phlegm. How do you do it?”

In lieu of responding, Rachel decided to try out another setting. This one was labeled Temperature. It seemed self-explanatory, and was set on 10 by default. Rachel pressed the up arrow once.

It took a moment before Lisa fidgeted. “Is it getting warm in here?”

Rachel pressed the up arrow again. Lisa fidgeted more, then finally pulled off her sweatshirt. She was wearing a little tank top beneath it, several inches of her midriff exposed. Rachel was surprised by how lean Lisa’s stomach still looked, even after the freak pregnancy. Not a blemish in sight.

“Did you figure out the equation?” Rachel asked.

“No. You’re a crappy tutor.”

Rachel tried out the Cup mode. She increased the level and watched Rachel’s tank top tighten, ever so slightly. Something about the subtle change caused Rachel’s breath to hitch in her throat. Again, Lisa failed to notice any change. She was busy fanning herself then pulling at the neckline of her tank top, letting some air through.

“Doesn’t your family have AC or something?” Lisa griped.

“Why would we have that?” said Rachel sarcastically.

“Fuck me,” Lisa whined, her pink cheeks looking even pinker than before.

Rachel increased the Cup level again, watching Lisa’s breasts inch just slightly outwards. As Rachel increased the level a third time, she could see Lisa’s bra starting to cut into her plump chest, causing the flesh to bulge against the cups. Her breasts must have gone from As to Bs in only moments.

“God, why does everything feels so…eugh…” Lisa continued to tug at her clothes. She looked down at her chest, cupping the small mounds there. “Where the hell did this come from?”

Again, Lisa turned her attention to Rachel, who knew she was hardly being discreet anymore. But Rachel couldn’t stop. She increased the mode again, watching Lisa’s new line of cleavage begin to protrude against the neckline of her tank top.

“Stop staring at me, Phlegm!”

“I’m not!” Rachel averted her eyes. “And it’s Rachel.”

“It’s Phlegm.”

Rachel increased the heat, watching Lisa start to sweat. Then she increased Cup yet again.

It was…something. Lisa sitting there, squirming, big butt, budding boobs, sweating through her clothes. Lisa was right, Rachel was staring. She couldn’t stop. Rachel brought Lisa’s breasts all the way up to a solid D-cup, as Lisa groaned and arched, her chest heaving with her panting.

She looked like a sex toy, ludicrously voluptuous, pink, and perky. Her breasts were too-perfect, as though she had paid good money for them. It was a fascinating juxtaposition of weirdness and perfection. It was designed for the gaze; for rapt scrutiny. There would be no logic in not staring. Rachel absently licked her lips.

“We should—we should stop,” Rachel managed eventually, shoving the remote into her pocket. At some point that night she had crossed a line, though she didn’t know what line that was exactly. “You…um…should leave.” Rachel’s voice was weak, and her panic, swelling.

Lisa was still rather breathless. Even more of her midriff had become exposed by her tank top inching up with the growth of her breasts. Her nipples were visibly erect, pushing against the tight, moist, material. After a moment, Lisa said, “You’re bad at your job,” in a deadpan. Then she gathered her books, got up, and unsteadily made her way towards the door, as though trying to get oriented to her changes.

It was only as the door slammed shut behind her that Rachel snapped out of her reverie. “This isn’t my job,” she mumbled, gathering up her own things and shuffling off to her bedroom.

Retiring for the evening was a process Rachel resented that night, because once she was alone, there was nothing to distract her.

Her latest torment of Lisa had been less about revenge than…something else.

Rachel hadn’t been doing it out of maliciousness. She had been enjoying it, but in the wrong ways. She had liked seeing Lisa’s breasts swell up, as the coverage of her tiny tank top got even worse.

It wasn’t about punishment. It was about indulgence. Enjoyment. It has been…

“Fuck,” Rachel whispered.

It had turned her on.

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Before school the following day, Rachel had reverted Lisa's skin to the default mode, but she couldn’t bring herself to reverse any of the other changes. She told herself that she would do it later, at school or something. If Lisa wasn’t a complete witch, of course.

Even after seeing her the day before, the sight of Lisa was still rather astonishing. She looked so voluptuous in the T-shirt and sweatpants she had squeezed herself into. The T-shirt was rendered a belly shirt, as it was too small to accommodate her newly busty physique. The sweatpants were strained, the waistband too low and constantly sinking. Lisa only remembered to pull it up occasionally, otherwise inches of her butt crack became exposed.

Lisa was just so profoundly voluptuous, to the point of looking cartoonish. But Rachel was curious. Maybe she could do better.

Using her open locker as coverage, she increased the level of Cups and Hips while peeking over to the other teen. She watched Lisa’s breasts wobble with growth, her sweatpants tightening yet more.

“Oh my gosh,” Tammy cried, mid-conversation with Lisa. “Am I high? Are we both high? Did your tits just grow!?”

“Yeah, evidently I am a mutant,” said Lisa, sounding breathless. Though her skin had reverted to its cream color, her cheeks were flushed red, and it was only then that Rachel realized that she had left the heat up. Lisa was still sweaty, consistently wiping her brow with the back of her hand.

“I’m fucking dying,” Lisa remarked, fanning herself with a notebook. “Can I borrow your gym shorts?”

Tammy stared at her as though she was insane. “Are you crazy!? Your ass can’t fit in my shorts!”

-

Yet somehow it did.

That became evident when Lisa showed up to Spanish class with her massive ass squeezed into a small pair of gym shorts, which barely served as underwear, they were so tautly stretched. Rachel was certain they were on the cusp of tearing.
She couldn’t imagine how Lisa had crammed herself into them, or figure out how Lisa had avoided being sent home for indecency. Rachel suspected that everyone was just too shocked by the change; too stunned to react. Lisa’s body made no sense. High school students didn’t just sprout twenty-some pounds of ass overnight.

And most disturbingly, Lisa was adapting; getting used to the changes. Gone was her horror and self-disgust, now replaced with a sort of facetiousness. Maybe even a twisted glee as she incapacitated people with just the appearance of her own body.

“Are you sure you can’t give me some extra credit?” Lisa implored, blatantly flirting with Mr. Hernandez after class.

The teacher in question was sputtering and nodding, his briefcase clutched against his chest. Lisa had practically cornered him against the blackboard, her back arched and double DDs close to pressing into him.

Rachel fumed. This whole thing was backfiring. Lisa was enjoying this. What a disaster!

Rachel was the only one left in the classroom aside from Lisa and Mr. Hernandez, so she continued to pretend to pack up her things. She concealed the remote in her open backpack, clutching it with trembling fingers.

Rachel fumbled through the modes. She hesitated on SKIN but then decided to try something new. The VOL mode was on 0. Rachel increased the level.

This wasn’t another occasion in which Lisa didn’t notice. She immediately gasped and stepped back, her hands moving up to her breasts. Rachel didn’t notice a change. She pressed the up arrow again and again, feeling strangely satisfied as Mr. Hernandez peeled off the wall and scurried off, papers flying.

Lisa grunted out, her face twisting. Her breasts seem to have become higher. Fuller.