Turn her into his ideal MILF

Zack sat on the edge of the couch, the remote clutched tightly in his hand. The room was eerily silent, frozen in time, except for him and Maria. She stood in front of him, her youthful 25-year-old body radiating an almost unnatural beauty. Her dark hair cascaded down her back, her skin flawless, her curves perfectly proportioned. But something about her still felt… off. She looked too young to be Michaela’s mother, too innocent to match the sultry persona he’d programmed into her.

“Okay,” Zack muttered to himself, scrolling through the remote’s menu. “Let’s fix this.”

He selected Body Change again and aimed the remote at Maria. The screen displayed her updated profile:

Name: Maria Santos

Age: 25

Height: 157 cm

Weight: 58 kg

Eyes: Brown

Hair: Black

Bust: 95 cm

Waist: 69 cm

Hips: 92 cm

Ethnicity: Filipino

Religion: Catholic

Zack tapped the arrow next to Age, increasing it to 35. Maria’s body shifted slightly, her curves becoming more pronounced, her face maturing into that of a woman in her prime. She was still stunning, but now she looked like she could actually be Michaela’s mother. Her hair darkened slightly, the glossy black strands framing her face perfectly. Her skin took on a sun-kissed glow, and her eyes seemed to hold a new depth, as if they’d seen more of the world.

“Okay,” Zack thought, “that’s better. But she could still use some… improvements.”

He adjusted her Bust to 110 cm, her Waist to 65 cm, and her Hips to 100 cm, giving her an exaggerated hourglass figure. Her breasts swelled, straining against the fabric of her dress, and her ass rounded out, becoming impossibly plump. He selected Hair Removal and gave her a Brazilian wax, removing all traces of pubic hair. Then he adjusted her Facial Features, giving her plump, pouty lips, long lashes, and flawless makeup. She looked like a damn supermodel.

Zack leaned back, admiring his handiwork. Maria was now a 35-year-old bombshell, her body the kind that turned heads wherever she went. But there was still one thing that didn’t sit right with him—her occupation. He knew how hard Maria had worked to provide for Michaela as a single mother. She’d climbed her way up to become a Waste Optimisation Specialist at the City Council, a job that required intelligence, dedication, and resilience. But what if her life could’ve been easier? What if she hadn’t had to struggle so much?

He selected Reality Rewrite and entered:

Maria Santos is a 35-year-old single mother who moved from the Philippines when she was 18 after having an unwanted teen pregnancy and being outcast from her family back home. She strived to provide the best life for her daughter and turned to becoming a stripper out of desperation. She has been very successful in Auckland for the past 17 years, working at some of the city’s most exclusive clubs. She is confident, flirtatious, and knows that she’s a hot milf, always eager to seduce some young studs.

Zack hesitated for a moment, his finger hovering over the Confirm button. This is crazy, he thought. I’m literally rewriting her entire life. But the remote hummed in his hand, and before he could stop himself, he pressed it.

The blue light from the remote enveloped Maria, and for a moment, Zack thought he’d made a terrible mistake. Zack selected the Reality Shift (Auto) function as well hoping it would tie up any loose ends. The room around them shifted as well, the outdated furniture replaced with sleek, modern pieces. The religious icons on the walls disappeared, replaced by abstract art and a large flat-screen TV. Then the light faded, and Maria blinked, her eyes focusing on him. She smiled—a warm, inviting smile that sent a shiver down his spine.

“Zack,” she said, her voice soft and sultry, her Filipino accent thick and melodic. “I didn’t hear you come in. How long you been standing there?”

Zack’s mouth went dry. “Uh… not long,” he stammered, his mind racing. This is real. This is actually happening.

Maria stepped closer, her hips swaying with every step. Her dress clung to her new curves, the fabric straining against her DD breasts. She tilted her head, her dark eyes locking onto his. “You know, I always think you… special,” she said, her broken English adding a raw, unfiltered charm to her words. “Michaela lucky to have friend like you.”

Zack’s face flushed. “Thanks, Tita Maria. I mean… Maria.”

She giggled, the sound light and melodic. “Ah I not that old Zack. You call me Maria, okay?”

Zack’s heart skipped a beat with what he thought was almost a Freudian slip. The remote had rewritten her reality, and she had no idea.

Before he could respond, Maria reached out, her fingers brushing against his arm. “You so tense,” she said, her voice dripping with concern. “Let me help you relax, ah?”

Zack’s mind screamed at him to stop, to undo what he’d done. But his body had other ideas. He stood frozen as Maria leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear.

“You always so good to Michaela,” she whispered, her breath warm against his skin. “But what about me? Don’t I deserve… little attention too?”

Zack’s breath hitched. This was wrong. So wrong. But the remote was still in his hand, and the power it gave him was intoxicating. He could do anything. Change anything. And no one would ever know.

“Maria,” he said, his voice trembling. “I… I don’t know what to say.”

She smiled, her hand sliding down his arm to intertwine with his fingers. “No need say anything,” she said softly. “Just let me… take care of you.”

Zack’s mind raced as Maria led him toward the couch. He knew he should stop this, should undo what he’d done. But the remote hummed in his hand, and the temptation was too strong. He had the power to change reality. And for the first time in his life, he felt in control.

What have I done? he thought, as Maria’s lips met his. And what am I going to do next?