Everyone likes well-behaved fucktoys. Right?

Jake wasn’t going to take any chances. A normal, untamed Roxy meant danger. The serious kind. He hurried in and didn’t even need to look for her. Roxy was in the living room, enjoying some random show, but if what Claire had seen was even just remotely reliable, as his aunt usually was, Roxy likely was too absorbed into her phone and whatever messages she exchanged with her friends to notice the world around her.

He heard some noise from upstairs. Apparently at least one of Claires family was still in and thus left to hope the brat wasn’t about to start a party here of all places. Well, she really wasn’t, but no one but him could know.

He froze time and no longer worried for having to smooth over any mysterious teleportation to unaccounted for onlookers walked up on Roxy’s slouched form on the couch.

He took in her shape, thinking he probably would have found her unattractive even if it weren’t for her rotten personality. She wasn’t a looker by any definition. But she was somewhat on the lanky side, he mused. With some fitness workout she could have turned that into a look of confidence, a lithe, toned seductress on the prowl. But as her favorite pastime after bullying the crap out of little kids and her elders was leeching off of them and lazing around, she just looked… lanky and dark.

A flip of the remote later however Jake with a satisfied grin watched her body get into shape. Fat simply seemed to meld away as he relocated it from her flabby gut to her breasts and butt, causing both to swell. That only made for natural-looking D-cups, though, which he engorged to E. Appearing almost laughable on her in his eyes, with him knowing her previous look, he found that a nice first step. Second he changed her formerly black hair to blonde, giving her pale skin a near golden brown tan, puffing her lips, and as he was already getting some body remodeling done also making her asshole, pussy and throat impossibly stretchy.

“I need to ask my friend how he got that idea.” He chuckled to himself. She’d now easily be able to accommodate any size of cock in any of her holes, always being a perfectly tight fit without any risk of injuries. Except for smaller ones… Well, whoever didn’t fit could get some friendly nudging from the remote.

Her mind was all that was left to change. He looked at the array of buttons. So many options… He was sure he wasn’t going to let her just adapt to the situation. Because he knew her at least enough to know he’d be in deep trouble if she ever even got so much as a glance at the remote with her mind intact. But he did want to see her notice how he was twisting her step by step as payment for all the suffering she’d brought unto him and everyone around her.