Remote, Part 3

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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.

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Maybe this made her a bitch, but Rachel didn’t care anymore. If Lisa could be cruel then why couldn’t Rachel do it too? And Rachel was sick of Lisa’s nonstop bullying. She wasn’t going to take it anymore.

Rachel spent a lot of her spare time studying the remote, learning more about it with the progression of her usage.

She realized that Litter must have referred to offspring, like the way animals often carried multiple babies. The level of the mode signified the count of the litter. Lisa’s litter. Lisa was mystically pregnant, and the level determined the number of babies in her womb.

At present, the level was at 11, but that was hardly even possible. A human being couldn’t carry eleven babies. That was just ridiculous. Yet Rachel was certain the level couldn’t mean anything else.

As she studied the remote, it started to make more sense. There was a mode called Months. At present it was set at 3. What if Lisa was three months along with all eleven of those babies? It would explain her huge size. She was only in the beginning.

Lisa had mumbled something about having a hormonal issue to her friends during lunch, which was a completely ludacris claim and feeble explanation. As humiliated as Lisa was, Rachel could no longer deny how deeply she was enjoying this. The whole situation was impossible and would leave even medical specialists baffled.

Speaking of…Rachel had not forgotten Lisa’s mentioning that her parents were going to take her to consult a doctor. She would be a complete anomaly. What would they do? Selectively abort some of the embryos? All of them? Or see the teenager through the bizarre and massive pregnancy. Rachel wondered if it would make the news.

It all just sounded so complicated, and like Lisa would be getting a lot of support that someone like her just didn’t deserve. As satisfying as it might be to see Lisa go through the consequences of a teenage pregnancy, Rachel liked the idea of Lisa’s issue going undiagnosed. Lisa felt like her body was out of control. Like it had completely betrayed her.

And somehow there was more suffering in not knowing what was going on with one’s body. It was with this logic that Rachel sat in her room on the evening that Lisa had said she was due to see a specialist. Lisa held the remote in her hands lightly rubbing the pad of her thumb along the buttons. How could a device that looked so rudimentary be so high tech to the point that it was possibly magical?

Rachel told herself that it was out of cruelty and not kindness that she cycled back to the Litter mode and pressed the down arrow, bringing the level from 10 to 9, then 9 to 8, and so on, until she gradually made it down to 0. If Rachel was correct about her inferences, then Lisa was no longer pregnant. Rachel had reversed the whole thing with the press of a button.

Rachel rolled onto her back and gazed up at her bedroom ceiling. Though she told herself the action had been self-serving, she wondered if she was backing down; giving in to her inherent kindness. Excessive kindness.

“I’m just biding my time,” she told herself, then cringed at her words, wondering if she hadn’t just quoted some cartoon villain. Rachel groaned and closed her eyes. This wasn’t over. This couldn’t be over. She wasn’t going to let Lisa bully her anymore.

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At school the following day, Lisa no longer looked pregnant and her abdomen was completely slim again. People gawked, but for a different reason.

“What the hell,” one of the other cheerleaders chastised Lisa. “What is this, some weird joke?”

“No,” Lisa responded irritably as she slammed her locker shut. “I have no idea what the hell is going on with my body. As soon as I got to the clinic last night, the belly was gone. The doctor thought me and my mom were crazy.”

“Lisa stop fucking with me, you crazy whore!”

“I’m not!” Lisa snapped. She turned, and as she did, Rachel’s lips parted. Rachel had forgotten something. Lisa ass was still very large. And without any belly to counterbalance the sight of it, it looked extremely disproportionate, bulging out in the pleated skirt of the tiny cheerleading outfit she had on.

There was a low whistle that came from within the clutter of scrambling students. Rachel wasn’t the only one who had noticed Lisa’s round posterior.

“Damn, girl,” another student crowed.

Lisa’s cheeks reddened. “You think I would sign up for this shit?” she groused to her friend, before marching off, round backside seeming to bounce somewhat with her stride.

Rachel found a corner near a vending machine and leaned back on the wall, taking a deep breath. This was getting a little overwhelming. She lightly shook her head.

At least Lisa stilled looked ridiculous; that was for certain. With her thin frame devoid of any curves, her backside was ludicrous. Then again, the attention being directed towards Lisa wasn’t exactly negative. Rachel slid her hand into her pocket, fingering the remote contained there. She could fix that.

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Rachel didn’t see Lisa again until later that day when the two had an English class together. It was kind of funny. Lisa had become her customizable doll. Rachel sat straight in her seat, back erect as she gazed at the classroom door, waiting keenly for Lisa’s arrival.

She was not disappointed. Lisa was red in the face as she gingerly walked in, her sweatshirt tied about her waist, but it hid nothing. Her fat ass seemed to follow her into the room, and it was certainly bouncing now. It was just immense. A few students released audible gasps.

Lisa was fidgeting madly. She tugged at her sweater; her cheerleading skirt. But her ass was still bulging out, most of the flesh visible. Rachel could even make out her panties stretched out like spandex, practically rendered a thong. The skin looked creamy and soft as well as plump, like if someone took a grab their fingers would sink right in.

Rachel swallowed.

It was still so bizarre. Rachel noted that Lisa could no longer hold her head high. Her eyes were on the floor. She walked farther into the classroom, her backside bobbing gently with every step. She found a desk in the back and sat down gingerly, almost experimentally, appearing to hit the seat sooner than she had anticipated. She fumbled awkwardly as though she was on a pillow. But it was all fat and flesh. Lisa looked higher in her seat than all the other students. And the desk was no longer a natural fit, her butt jamming against the back of it.

Rachel was staring again, her jaw hanging. She caught herself, cleared her throat, then stared fixedly at the chalkboard.

Rachel wasn’t the only one who had gotten caught up in the scene. Mr. Sanchez was standing in the front of the class looking as though he had just been slapped in the face. His astonishment was just that blatant. And even now, Rachel craved more. To explore more of this sick control she had over her bully. Her fingers twitched to grab hold of the remote again but she stopped herself. Not now, she thought. After class.

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Rachel just couldn’t control herself. She increased the level on Lisa’s ass by yet another interval. And she watched as she did it, Lisa passing by in the hall. Rachel watched the swollen flesh tremble.

“Oh no,” whispered Lisa, tugging at her skirt, which looked more like a garter by then. Her ass began to discreetly inch outward, and everyone’s attention was already on her. Lisa had few options. She ran. Flesh bounced and slapped as people gawked, Rachel being one of them. Lisa tore out of the school. Rachel only noticed that she had been holding her breath after Lisa was gone.

A nearby sophomore blinked hard several times. “What in the actual fuck?” he muttered.

-

Just after the final bell rang, Mr. Kent asked Rachel if she could stay behind after class.

“I know you have a lot on your plate,” he said apologetically. “But I was wondering if you could tutor another student.”

Rachel opened and closed her mouth. “Mr. Kent, I’m struggling myself—” she started.

“Nonsense,” he said dismissively. “You’re the top in your grade. It’s time to give yourself a little more credit.”

Rachel was momentarily at a loss for words, overwhelmed by the praise. She felt a warm feeling rise in her chest.

“You’d be doing me a huge favor.”

Rachel sighed. “Okay. Fine.”

“Excellent. Any chance you could start tonight?”

Rachel frowned.

“I’m afraid things are a bit urgent.”

“Sure. Whatever.”

“Great. I’ll have her come by your house about eight.”

Eight o’clock seemed rather late, but Rachel didn’t complain. She nodded, adjusted her backpack, and shuffled off. After a brief stop at her locker, she was headed home.

As Rachel walked inside, she realized that she had neglected to ask who the student she would be tutoring was. Oh well. She would find out soon enough.

After Rachel got a snack and started her homework, she idly scrolled through the modes on the remote again. She was becoming obsessed. She stopped on a fairly innocuous mode: Hair. She turned the level up to 2 as she wondered if this would make Lisa’s hair longer. Though who knew how the mode worked. It could just as likely change Lisa’s hair texture or the presence of hair on her body. That would be weird. It was kind of exciting to figure out how each of the modes work. She adjusted the level up 5 then settled on 7, before finally forcing herself to lower the remote and focus properly on the English essay she was working on.

The evening was pleasantly mundane. Rachel finished her homework and joined her family for a dinner of pasta. Then she watched some television with her brother and was adequately distracted from the remote, at least for the time being. She perked at the sound of a knock on the door. A glance at the clock told her that it was minutes from eight. It must have been the student she was tutoring.

“Got it!” she called so her parents could hear her in the kitchen. Rachel climbed off the couch and walked to the door. She swung it open and was momentarily stunned.

On the front porch stood Lisa looking both embarrassed and livid. She was dressed in clothes probably designed to make her inconspicuous. It wasn’t working. But perhaps she didn’t have larger options.

The leggings she was wearing were stretched tautly over her plump backside so that every inch of flesh was mapped out against the tight material hugging into it. If anything, the spandex made her ass look even bigger. It was just so huge, plump, and round. It jiggled with Lisa’s every tiny movement.

The large sweater Lisa had draped over herself just wasn’t large enough. The fabric couldn’t pass over the sharp jut of her posterior.

And Lisa’s hair was longer. Rachel was certain of it. Originally Lisa’s dark hair had gone down just past her shoulders but now it went to her mid back. Lisa was fidgety, her eyes darting around as though she was paranoid.

“If I’ve gone crazy then so is everyone else,” said Lisa defensively. It was abrupt, random, and seemed out of context.

Rachel stared and blinked, then…stared some more. Finally, she said, “Lisa. Come in.” Rachel wheeled around and walked through the living room, her blank expression falling as she rapidly tried to process the fact that she had to tutor Lisa, of all people!

Rachel led the other teen to the kitchen where her father had just finished cleaning up.

“Lisa Walker?” he said with a glance. “Is that you, kiddo? Wow, you’ve really grown…what the…wha?” He ogled but then quickly tore his eyes away. “I…I gotta go upstairs,” he said, looking troubled as he all but ran off.

Lisa glared after him, her expression fluctuating between pissed and severely-pissed. She plopped down in a kitchen chair with a flapping noise, then wiggled on her fat butt, as though to seek a more comfortable position. “Don’t you look satisfied?”

Rachel’s expression was carefully neutral.

“Well, get to it, Phlegm.” Lisa slapped a math textbook down against the table top. “Teach me.”

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