He understands the power he has before making his move

“L-Liora?” Callum said as he stepped closer to her.

No response. The derpy smile stayed fixed. Her eyes were open and glassy behind the lenses, staring past him at nothing.

Instinctively he reached out to touch her face, to shake her out of this strange state. His fingers brushed her cheek. The skin under his hand didn’t feel like skin. It was smooth and slightly yielding in a way that was immediately wrong. He pressed harder. The flesh gave under his fingertips with a soft, unnatural resistance.

Rubber.

Her body was made of rubber.

Callum looked down at the device in his hand, then back at the naked woman standing in the middle of the room with her tits pushed up and that empty smile locked in place. Liora hadn’t been lying. This remote really could alter reality. The proof was standing right in front of him, warm and soft and completely still.

But making the busty girl naked? He’d said something stupid like a stress relief toy. So what was this?

He thought for only a second before he saw her tits again, the way they sat heavy and full under her own hands, the open posture, the welcoming frozen smile. He knew the remote had given him exactly what he needed.

Slipping the remote into his pocket, he stepped forward and grabbed her huge boobies in both hands. His fingers sank into the soft rubber flesh and he squeezed hard. Callum had touched tits before, but the feeling of Liora’s massive rubber titties was different. They were dense and pliant at the same time, the material warm like real skin but without any of the give of actual muscle or fat underneath. He squeezed again, harder, watching the soft rubber deform around his fingers. A short, involuntary sound left his throat, something close to a child’s delighted squeal. This was relieving his stress alright.

He switched grips, lifting one tit and then the other, feeling the weight of them. Then he drew one hand back and punched the soft rubber funbag. The heavy breast bounced and jiggled under the impact, the material absorbing the hit without any real resistance. Liora didn’t react. The derpy smile stayed exactly where it was. Her hands remained on her shoulders. He punched the other one, harder this time, and watched it bounce. Another short laugh slipped out of him. Damn, this sure is fun.

Mom will definitely appreciate this.

The thought formed clean and automatic. Then, almost on top of it, an even better thought entered his mind as he looked at Liora’s frozen doll-like smile. With something so overpowered like this, why did he even need his mother’s approval?

Callum pressed the fully aware button again as he said “Uhh back to normal?” and pointed the device at Liora. The same thin beam of light shot out and wrapped around her. When it faded she was standing there fully clothed again, blouse and skirt back in place like nothing had happened. Her face was flushed deep red. She instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, hands pressing against the heavy swell of her tits as if she could still feel his fingers on them.

“CALLUM! Why did you do that!” Her voice came out sharp, but it cracked at the edges. “I could feel everything, you know. It was so strange. I felt stuck inside my own body. Please never do that again. Give the device back to me.”

Callum could tell the anger was mostly for show. The way her eyes kept flicking down to his hands, the way her breathing hadn’t quite settled, the way she didn’t step back when he stayed close. She had enjoyed the fact that he wanted to touch her. The protest was real enough, but underneath it was arousal and hunger that she wasn’t ready to admit out loud.

He already had other ideas.

He raised the remote toward her again, this time pressing the unaware button. He spoke clearly into the small mic on the side.

“A Liora who doesn’t know this device exists and I’ve taken it.”

Her face showed clear betrayal for only a second, eyes widening, mouth opening like she was about to shout, before the light enveloped her once more. When it subsided she blinked at him with mild confusion, head tilted slightly.

“Uhhh Callum? What are you doing here and what’s that in your hand?”

Callum smiled. The expression felt easy on his face for the first time all day.

“Oh this? Nothing. Just a normal remote. I can leave here with this, right?”

Liora kept looking at him, confusion still sitting in her eyes behind the thick glasses. She gave a small, awkward smile and shrugged one shoulder.

“Uhh yeah, I don’t see why not?”

“I’ll see you later then, Liora.”

He turned and walked out without waiting for more. Behind him, Liora scratched her head.

What was she doing in the prototype room? The thought drifted through her mind without sticking. Was she working on something? She didn’t quite remember things clearly. The details felt slippery, like trying to hold water. After a moment she simply turned and left the small room herself, already forgetting why she had come in the first place.

Callum walked the corridors toward his mother’s office with a spring in his step that hadn’t been there a few minutes ago. The remote sat, warm in his pocket. Every few steps his fingers brushed against it just to make sure it was still real. He knew exactly how he was going to fuck with the bitch of a woman sitting behind that desk. All the years of cold orders, the constant reminders that he wasn’t enough, the way she made him call her Miss Drake like he was just another employee, none of it mattered now. He had the leverage.

He would usually have to knock and wait for her to call him in. The ritual had always grated on him. Standing in the hallway like a kid waiting to be summoned. Not today. He reached the heavy office door, lifted one foot, and shoved it open with the sole of his shoe. The door swung wide. He slid inside with a loose, almost theatrical step, letting it close behind him.

Margot looked up from her papers. The stern look of anger was already forming on her face, the same expression she always wore when he interrupted her without permission. Her mouth opened, ready to chastise him, ready to remind him of his place.

She never got the words out.

Callum already had the remote raised, thumb on the button, the small lens pointed straight at her.

“STEPFORD MILF!!”

The beam of light left the device and enveloped Margot Drake completely.

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