Harvey Tests the Remote

A strong gust of wind rushed throughout the kitchen space, being felt by all seven of its inhabitants.

Sally let out a chirp as she felt a specific, almost intentional breeze blow her dress up to give the boys a clear view of her bubbly freckled cheeks. She didn’t mind, in the end, but the suddenness of it was surprising. Turning back to look at the slightly confused teenagers to see if any of them were gawking at her, Sally felt mildly disappointed at the fact they were preoccupied with trying to figure out what had just happened themselves.

The other three women paused what they were meandering about for a brief moment at the sensation, but ultimately shrugged it off and continued talking amongst each other, Sally included.

“That was weird.” Adam said, paying close attention to the violent disruption in the pattern of scents that had been passing by his nose as he glanced around the kitchen.

“Hm?” Harvey grumbled, looking up from his arms with a scowl on his face. Then, his senses recognized that there was suddenly something hard and plastic being held by his right hand.

“Your Aunt Sally's ass is as fine as ever.” Jerry whispered, aimlessly glancing around and pretending not to notice the quick flash of ginger booty that was caught in his attentive peripherals.

While Adam chuckled and dismissed the odd brief winds, Harvey was pulling his head up off of the table as he slowly held up the remote that had magically appeared in his hand up to his face. Gazing at it in disbelief while reading the fine-print of the labels that lined the multitude of buttons on the device’s face, he couldn’t believe what he was looking at.

This is impossible, Harvey thought.

It was just like the weird remote control that cute-sounding lady had described to him over the phone, the one that could make his perverted dreams come to life...

“In about an hour or two.” Her sweet, polite words echoed in the back of his mind.

It’d been about an hour and a half since then, and he’d almost forgotten about the situation, convinced by Adam and Jerry that he gave his mother’s credit card information to a bunch of scammers for absolutely no good reason at all. In reality, Harvey had just made the deal of a lifetime, if this thing was for real. And why wouldn’t it be, the teen psychotically wondered to himself as his embarrassment and shame quickly began to shift into nervousness and curiosity. If it wasn’t real, how did it just show up in the sudden and mysterious way that it did?

Harvey felt like an asshole for both starting out that call he and his buddies made as a dumb joke, and now slightly slightly less so for stealing his mother’s credit card to pay for the basic-looking thing in his hand.

… He was also glad that he didn’t know exactly how far he’d just thrown his small family into debt for something like this.

Harvey’s first instinct was to test it, but what should he do first? Give one of them a pair of bigger tits? Grow out an ass or two? Turn them into complete and utter morons that would soon be begging for his stupidly big cock? The possibilities were endless, it seemed.

Then the two options that stood out from the rest caught his attention. On the side, there was a small switch located on the upper-left side labeled, “Awareness: On/Off,” and an equally thin, adjustable, half-exposed wheel directly under it that read, “Range.” Immediately, his imagination was set on fire as he flipped the switch down to its “Off” position and held the remote out straight towards the group as he moved the wheel under it, watching as a tiny red laser dot he hadn’t noticed before spread out horizontally from its origin like one of those flat oriental fans over each other the women.

Nobody seemed to react to or even notice the thin, wide beam of light that was coming from the device in Harvey’s shaky grasp, not even his two friends, who were now gawking at the various rumps of the group of milfs spread out across the kitchen.

With a racing heart, a doubtful mind, and held breath, Harvey reached his thumb across the face of the remote and pressed a button in the middle-right with a curious label that his subconscious perversions couldn’t help but desire to see the potential effects off.

*Beep!*

The beep-sound was quick, high-pitched, and almost impossible to hear if one hadn’t been listening for it, but the after-effects were much more noticeable to Harvey and his two friends, who’s eyes practically bulged out of each of their sockets at the strange sights before them.

Immediately in his panic, Harvey quickly spotted the “Reset” button at the center-bottom and quickly went to press it. The beam was still on them when the button was pressed, but nothing happened, and each of the sexy mothers remained the bizarre abominations of nature he had turned them into on an insane whim. Tucking the remote control down and hiding it in his lap before either Adam or Jerry spotted it, he joined them in gawking at their mothers in a deep state of confused examination.

Goddamn it! Harvey’s thoughts echoed in his mind, quickly realizing that he was still the true freak in the room despite how aroused he was becoming by his new, kinky surroundings. Still, the ****-to-ask but important question remained:

Why didn’t the remote fix them?

“Still, Ellen, you’ve got to admit, he’s got a lot of money.” Celeste giggled, a slight but noticeable bump now apparent in the center of her dress. “Sure, the man’s a dog, but he’ll guarantee that you won’t have an unpaid bill anytime soon.”

“Oh, I'm sure.” Ellen sighed at her friend’s sweetly accented words, the half-swollen lump of cock-flesh bulging out down the leg of her tight jeans and easily visible When she turned around completely and leaned back, pressing her big butt against the edge of the stove. “I just can’t see myself going steady with someone who’s basically got a harem of twenty-year-olds already at his beck and call, y’know?”

Celeste rolled her eyes and leaned back against the counter next to her friend, her gaze always glued to Ellen’s large, sweater-covered breasts when the two weren’t making eye contact. Each time they slightly shifted or bounced within the snug maroon fabric constricting them, the slight bulge in Celeste’s dress would twitch and grow by a slight amount. The odd thing was, Harvey noticed, Jerry’s mother had always been notoriously against even the mere mention of any sort of homosexual conduct or relation happening around her, now she was staring at his own mom like a drunk college girl ready to experiment for the first time in her life.

“I can imagine, but not all of us are so… humble.” Celeste said with a wink, which turned Ellen’s face a shade more red and caused her tired expression to become a bit perkier. “There are two very good reasons that you and Porsha are the only ones that Omar flirts with at church.” The tall, bronze-skinned woman glanced down at Ellen’s breasts, then over towards Adam’s mother and her own generous side-bust. “Or four, I should say.” She giggled as she put a hand over her mouth, blushing. “They make me wonder about where my attractions lie, sometimes.”

“I, uhm, I think you’ve had a few too many, girl.” Ellen said before clearing her throat and doing her best not to grin at that, she then turned back around to briefly give the stew a final check and then switch off the stove. “Don’t start what you can’t finish...” The short-haired and well-hung milf mumbled under her breath as her glasses quickly fogged up again, just barely loud enough for the boys to barely hear it through the chatter in the kitchen.

Harvey briefly noticed Jerry vibrating in his seat and frothing at the mouth at the exchange between their mothers, but the strong, intimidating grasp that Adam had on the table as he gazed at Porsha and Sally getting a bit more handsy with one another than they usually would be on a night like the current one.

“C’mon, Porsha. Why are you still even wearing this thing? Just go full-on o’natural.” Harvey’s Aunt Sally giggled, hugging her blonde friend from behind as she boldly groped at her big fake tits from under the fabric of her bikini-top. “You’re trying too hard to be a tease, and I’m not havin’ it tonight.” She growled, drunk and horny enough for her cheap, southern accent to slip through at the end.

“Sto-op!” Porsha whined, her hands fumbling to grab at and pull Sally’s arms down and away from her, to no avail. Her excessive and fidgety movements were making her surgically enhanced endowments bounce and wobble around all the more, and the fact that Porsha was poking her hips outward did nothing to hide the raging seven-inch erection tenting straight out in the front of her thin and flowing swim-skirt. “C’mon, Sally… My son’s here, for God’s sake.”

That last bit seemed to have an effect on Sally, causing the younger one of the four to reluctantly slow her aggressive advances to a stop. Once she’d pulled away and straightened out her dress, which had the unmistakable bulge of an erection constrained by tight panties to become more than apparent, Harvey’s eyes lit up as he realized that he finally might not have the biggest dick around… Score!

Wait, no. While it might have been just as thick as his was, her cock was at least two-or-three inches shorter. Goddamn it, Harvey thought with scorn.

Porsha cleared her throat and shook her head, doing her best to settle down as well. It wasn’t a moment later when her meaty dick began to deflate in her bottoms, but by the time it was completely soft, her dick still wasn’t completely hidden by the thin material trying to conceal it. To the boys’ amazement, none of the women, Porsha included, seemed to really care at all about their noticeable bulges whatsoever.

Even though Sally had quit trying to get down and dirty with Porsha right then and there in the middle of the kitchen, she hadn’t tried to hide the fact that there was something she needed help taking care of at that moment.

Harvey vaguely heard his Aunt Sally whisper to Porsha something along the lines of, “-sneaking off to the bathroom for a quick-,” so he had a general idea of what the two began giggling about afterwards as they half-drunkenly stumbled back to the counter.