Make things a good deal better.

Brian was no stranger to power but it was always fleeting, people liked him and then they hated him, women loved him and then that love turned to loathing. Fame and fortune rotted before he revel in their bliss time and time again and while he was certain in the past that he had the winning ticket that all would be well he knew that whatever would steal this joy would be fighting him to his last breath. Stewie was wrapped up in diapers sucking his thumb and he had the remote, he called the shots he held the leash of his own fate. His mind raced with vivid visions of ****, turning those that mistreated him to swine or some cruel ironic punishment; Quagmire unable to get an erection without thinking of Brian porking his dad/mom, Peter reduced from a handful to barely as big as his hand, Lois naked on all four panting like a dog in heat for his knot.

“Morning Brian did you sleep well?” Meg stepped through his visions of ****, her smile while certainly not the prettiest was genuine. Meg hung in the doorway dressed in her yellow pajamas a frilly number she'd outgrown but Lois had put off buying something that would fit, her mom had joked that Meg would bloat out of it before they even got home from the store.

“Oh Meg-” he faltered forgetting if his new and improved body was noticeable or if he’d made it so anyone could notice “-I slept pretty rough but I’m having a pretty good morning, no school today?” without a job or anything to do it was pretty hard to keep track of what day it was”

“Nah but I get the first period off, wish I could get more periods off” she laughed motioning to nudge Brian spilling her glass of juice on her old yellow pajamas. “I was wondering though if I could get a ride to school I’ll make it worth your while.” she produced an open pack of hot dogs glistening with what he hoped was grease in her other hand.

“Uh y’know what kid I’m good but I’ll get you a ride just call me when your ready.” she hugged him tightly and rushed up the stairs. Brian paused trying to think where he was in his dark designs but the momentum wasn’t there, he knew he wanted **** to let out some of his hurt onto others but that wasn't all of who he was. He'd taken his beatings but for all his adventures was . Brian crept slowly up the stairs forgetting with a click he’d be as silent as a prayer, his dog ears were picking up the all too familiar sound of springs squeaking. Peter was already off to work and Chris was already in class so he knew where Meg was and what she was up to.

Pressing pause he pushed the door open and sure enough Meg was enjoying a frankfurter, her pajama pants were down around her ankles, back arched in ecstasy, one hand was plunging a pair of hot dogs between her lips and another in her mouth. She was as kindly as he could put it a lot of work but Meg deserved it. With some experimentation he found that W was related to weight, it seemed the most important part so he gave it a press and then held down the down arrow. Despite time being paused the effects started to take place, her small paunch began to shrink, her waist sucked inward like someone had plucked a straw in the center. This magical process didn’t stop with her belly weight, he’d told it to target weight and it was but the remote didn’t know good fat from bad fat, Meg’s so so chest and jean tearing butt were becoming concave. Smashing the rewind button and with it Meg slowly started to buck her hips in reverse plunging the wieners in and out, as she pumped her body slowly reinflated.

With hindsight at his disposal Brian fiddled with the remote now rather than simply disappearing into the aether it began to slide across her body Her belly pushed down and out the fat began to swell her breasts straining the buttons on her yellow pj’s. Meg’s waist tucked in and into melting down her spine to her butt, her damp underwear stretching out into a soaked thong.

As Brian wrapped his work up he realized that he wasn’t sure what the remote was set on, would Meg one minute be the class pig and in the blink of the eye be turning heads or would everyone be going about their day remembering a bombshell that people inexplicably dumped on. While he was much smarter and more fit the remote didn’t make him less lazy and he didn't know if he'd have to redo his changes and ensure it was retroactive or just pressing it would do it. For "safety" he gave the retro button a quick click then another certain that his minimal effort would do the trick he stepped out of Meg's room doing his best to remove what little evidence he left.

He stepped back slowly and shut the door behind him and hit play. Instantly Meg screamed out a raging orgasm her coochie was cooking a moment ago but now it was burning to a crisp. She furiously pumped hard trying to build upon this sudden burst of pleasure grinding into her makeshift dildo as she sucked with all her her might on the dog in her mouth. “Yowza” she exalted clenching the dogs in half.

Meg slumped out of bed panting wishing that she had more time to finger, to fondle, to play but alas she had school ahead of her another dreary day of torment from everyone. Sliding out of her pajama top something odd caught her attention, she ran an experimental hand across her belly and sure enough she wasn’t bulging out over her undies. She looked down certain she was still wearing them and found she couldn’t see her stomach and more amazing she couldn’t see her toes, before her eyes were some massive breasts.

Meg stumbled her way to the mirror her legs still like jelly from her toe curling orgasm and this new unfamiliar body, each step with her new hips seemed to pull her panties tighter into her tender crotch. She wasn’t thin, she had never been fat per se but now she certainly wasn’t thin. Before her eyes were curves, not a full hourglass but her surprisingly tender new breasts and heaving hips told her that she wouldn’t get any complaints. To be safe she pinched herself to make sure it wasn’t a dream and then she pinched again, she twisted and squeezed it might’ve been real life but it sure felt like a dream.

Brian patted himself on the back as he often did, a new look would hopefully make her day a little bit easier and if not she’d at least be easier on the eyes. He brewed himself a cup of coffee wondering who else he could work his wonders on when the once jewel of his heart walked in. “Morning Lois”

“Morning Bri- Wait did I already say good morning last chapter?” she paused.

“Not sure the author doesn’t check the little things between updates. Coffee?”

“Sure”

Well it was as good a time as any to test the waters with Meg. “So Lois what to you think of Meg’s new look?” Simple enough question no need to overthink it.

“What new look? Is fat, dumpy and drab the new trend?” she laughed proud of how quick she’d come up with it. Brian cursed himself did he set something wrong? Did he press the wrong button with his fat fingers? Did he think he had fat fingers? He wondered how he’d explain this change before it hit him that no one would or could connect this to him.

Meg stepped in “Ok Brian let me grab a slice of toast then we can go. I’ve got to keep my figure.” She was wearing her regular clothes but Brian saw that rather then something that just fit her instead it seemed fitted for her, an ample bosom squeezed into a tiny bra lifted her shirt up, her hips squeezed into her tight jeans the button was undone showing the tiniest hint of pink panties but the jeans had no trouble staying on.

Lois hadn’t looked up from her coffee “I wouldn’t be trying to keep that figure” she said just a touch too loud to be under her breath.

Meg smirked and playfully rolled her eyes “I dunno mom I’m pretty attached to it” she pulled her shirt tight showing off her thin waist and chest. Lois choked on her coffee but caught herself, this wasn’t possible you don’t simply turn a log into a toothpick over night. She had seen Meg stuffing her face last night her usual slovenly way, there had to be a trick she was purging food maybe? No that didn’t make sense that made you lose teeth not give you melons. Was she sucking it in? Lois stared on and no that was all natural meg.

She couldn’t let this happen though, she’d dedicated a lot of energy in dominating Meg and pushing her down so she stood out. A few mean thoughts came to her, “Wow Meg you finally found a girdle strong enough to hold back the wall of flab.”

“No mom it’s rea-” Lois cut her off patting Meg on the head.

“Yes sweetie just like how your a size 9” she chuckled “Imagine you being in the single digits” Meg tried to insist but Lois was already on her way carrying Meg’s newfound confidence with her. The toaster dinged and Meg dumped it on her plate, the two pieces looked up at Meg her appetite had all but disappeared she swung the fridge door open and grabbed fixings for her toast. It didn’t matter what she put on the bread, it was more important that she stacked it to heaven. Whatever had given her this new look surely wouldn’t last and why would it matter its not like being different made a difference.

Brian watched Meg stuff her face and pondered for a moment, maybe a bit of **** was warranted. He had found that he could easily shift weight from one area to another and as he learned with Stewie he could set people to be a certain way under certain conditions. Pressing pause he selected Meg providing a list of her details; blood type, age, hair color, he locked on weight what was once two-hundred and thirty had been brought down to a hundred and forty but was already pushing onto the next pound.

Alright he thought new condition. First set weight to maximum of a hundred forty, now shift weight to new location, Brian scampered over to Lois and pressed a button or twelve to set its new location any pound found after a certain point would find its way to Lois. That wouldn’t be enough though he thought if you spank a child once they just feel some pain you had to associate it with the lesson. A few more presses and now Lois would find it harder to judge Meg. He stepped back into his chair and hit play. Meg resumed her frenzy, the display still available only to Brian, she horked down a slab of toast covered in a mess her weight went up half a pound and bounced right back down.

Meanwhile Lois was taking in her own reflection “how did that hippo become a crane?” a grumbling pain filled Lois’ stomach, that was maybe the third or fifth time since she started admiring herself that she felt this queer sensation. Was it in her head or was she getting a bit...chubbier? Was there always that bit of fat under her chin? Could she always get such a handful on her waist? Did her pants always seem to groan when she bent over?

Brian hoped that Lois would get her lesson soon but in the meanwhile poor Meg deserved a treat and he knew just what would do the trick as he passed through a nearby fast food joint for Meg. He may have splurged just a bit but as she made her way into school she was starting to get a pep back into her step. Brian wondered if given his near limitless power he'd done enough, he could cure the sick, get Joe walking, get Peter off the bottle, make Quagmire's dick smaller than Stewie's new iq. With the world now in his favor what should he do with that power?