Unbetitelt

Her straight black hair turned curly blonde.

Her steely stare turned doe-eyed.

Her commanding tone turned pouty lipped.

Oh, and her tits practically tripled in size.

Her coworkers dismissed it all as a quarter-life crisis and impulse makeover, but the missed deadlines at work were harder to excuse. Her supervisor asked her to take a mental health break. Tay blamed it all on pregnancy brain -- though she had to confess she'd spent far too many days in the office shopping online for cute outfits and staring longingly at the secretaries who got to spend all day bringing coffee to the men.

But time away from the office only made things worse. She bought a stroller -- just for practice, she told herself -- and started pushing it everywhere. And started wearing nothing but hues of baby blue once she doctor confirmed she'd be having boys -- twins in fact.

Oh, and she decided to break the lease on her apartment once she realized she had spent every night at her coworkers place to cook him dinner and suck his dick and beg for him to pound her pussy while calling her a dumb little milf.

“Hey Dan,” she said. “You ever hear of universal remotes?”

I rubbed my eyes as I joined the world of the waking. “Isn’t that the thing that guys use to turn their girlfriends into bimbos or whatever?” I said with a yawn.

“Yeah, but I was planning on using mine to turn my roommate into my younger sister.”

I thought I had misheard her given how groggy I was, but with a click she proved me wrong. Instantly my body started to shrink, my hair grew, my chest swelled. I reached down and breathed a sigh of relief as I wrapped my hands around my still-existent dick, only to realize that I pulled out a dildo from under my now-pink bedsheets.

“Wow, Danielle. You are quite the little pervette. We really need to get you a boyfriend. But first, let’s go shopping!”

I wanted to yell at Sarah. Scream obscenities at her. Demand that she turn me back. But all that I could muster was “OMG sis shut up!”

I was able to muster some kind of resistance, but admittedly it just reenforced the whole ‘brat’ look. I dragged my feet as I got ready. Rolled my eyes as we got in her car. Ignored conversation.

But the whole little sister thing really took off once we got to the mall. Whenever Sarah picked out a short skirt, I went for the shorter one. When she tried on makeup, I put on more. And when she flirted with boys, ugh, I don’t even want to think about it.

And to make matters worse, she kept clicking away at the remote to give me a thicker ass, bigger tits, fuller lips, or whatever other change seemed to make her laugh in the moment. I actually had to go back to get a bigger size bra three different times when we were at Victoria’s Secret.

Plus, you know, I had to find one that looked cute at least.

But despite a few risky moments, I was able to leave the mall with most of my dignity intact, and a few fun outfits too.

Like, what do you think? Gawd, my ass looks so hot in this. I swear, is it bad that I’m turning myself on? Unf.

Wait, what was I saying?

Oh yeah. So we got back to our apartment and I was pretty sure that Sarah was going to give me some self control back because I felt my head start to tingle. But just as I was about to test it out, Sarah looked at me dead in the eye.

“Now Dan,” she said, using my guy name for the first time in hours. “I could turn you back. Or I could let you have some fun back in your room as Danielle.”

I knew exactly what I wanted. After all, how often do I get a chance to explore a hot redhead first hand like this. Unf, I had a whole thing planned out about dirty talking to myself in the mirror and…

“But if you want to have fun in your room, Danielle,” Sarah said, interrupting my train of thought. “Then you have to come with me to a schoolgirl party tonight and I don’t turn you back until tomorrow morning.”

Oh whew, glad to finally talk to a real person instead of a computer. Ahem, yes, I had ordered Executives Pink Pills? You know, the ones with subtle body alteration, erotic maximization, and no impact on intelligence? Yes, well I took them and, um, well, I can't seem to be able to put on clothes. Is... is this a normal side effect?

Um, two I think. With some red wine. This was last night before my husband and I... heh... well, never mind.

Well, that's a bit what I'm implying, yes we had intercourse shortly afterwards.

Waiting period? I don't remember anything about a waiting period.

I mean... no, I didn't read all of the instructions. We were kind of in the moment, you know.

Forty-eight hours?! Well is there anything I can do?

No, I haven't tried lingerie yet. Hm, ok. And you just scale up from there?

Alright, well I guess I'll send my husband on a quick shopping trip for me. And maybe I can have some fun rewarding him afterwards. Unf... oh, sorry about that, the pill you know.

So it was only natural when the company would bring on board a PR consultant to help her build her brand even further.

But the training wasn't what Jane had expected. She couldn't remember the process, exactly, but the consultant was so nice. And handsome. And charming. She was more than willing to push for him to be put on permanent payroll.

Meanwhile, Jane's social media footprint started to change. Fewer posts about work, more about her favorite juice bar. Or perfecting her hot yoga positions. Or showing off her new engagement ring.

Turned out that Mr. Consultant made for quite the Mr. Fiancé.

"So you're telling me you had this remote that could manipulate reality?"

He nodded, his eyes darting back and forth between Kelly's face and her tits.

She noticed, and arched her back a bit more.

"And you messed around with it but now can't turn anything back to normal?"

He nodded, squirming awkwardly in his chair as Kelly leaned in closer.

"So what did you change?"

He bit his lip, clearly uncomfortable with the question.

"Like, did you change anything about yourself?"

Kelly only half listened as he started to answer, distracted by his thick biceps, washboard abs, and impressive bulge in his sweatpants.

She nodded and giggled as he finished explaining.

"So, like, then what did you change about me?"

He started to answer, but Kelly swiftly put a finger to his lips.

Well, true that my assistant is stepping in for that because my preggo brain has made it, like, nearly impossible to string a sentence together. But I’m giving his intro.

And, yeah, my intro just announces that I’m taking a year long maternity leave and he’ll be filling in for me as regional director. But that just shows what a great mentor I’ve been for him.

And sure, I’ll be moving in with him and cooking and cleaning and playing good little wifey in the meantime. But that’s just to save money and make sure our baby has a good relationship with his daddy.

Anyways, I’ve gotta go. I’ve got a mommy massage at the conference hotel spa. And once that’s done, I’m giving my hubby, erm, assistant, a special massage back in our room.

That was also why her tits grew three cup sizes and her swimsuits reshaped into revealing bikinis.

She admittedly couldn’t help but feel a bit ridiculous and was starting to wonder whether her “No Mental Changes” rule was a good idea.

The plan was admittedly a bit convoluted: Kevin would get a supply of Pink pills, use them to infiltrate the sorority, steal their crest, and bring it back to the frat house. The guys would be so psyched that they'd have to let him join and then he'd get all the babes he could want.

It was funny, because Kevin distinctly remember her complaining just the day before that Kevin had taken way too much control of their relationship.

But that couldn’t be right.

*click*

Kate couldn’t wait to tag along with her husband at his 10 year college homecoming. A weekend of partying with his old state school buddies was definitely a nice break from their professional routine. Plus, she always loved any excuse to dress up like some immature coed and show off a bit — a fun little game Kate never got to play during her own elite liberal arts undergrad experience. It was a game she knew her husband particularly enjoyed.

*click*

Kiki couldn’t wait for her boyfriend to come visit! He was so smart and handsome and charming and sexy and… and… and she struggled to keep her cool — mostly by relentlessly touching herself.

She had been hitting the gym like a madwoman to earn a body to die for — a few lazy handjobs to her TAs meant she could skip class without worrying about grades — and now she was ready to show it all off. Tits and ass and all.