Payback's a Bitch

Michaela stood in front of the bathroom mirror, splashing cold water on her face. The events of the last hour had left her feeling both exhilarated and uneasy. She had taken control, rewritten Zack into her perfect boyfriend—tall, strong, dominant, and completely devoted to her. But as she stared at her reflection, she couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that she’d crossed a line. The remote’s power both a blessing and a curse. She needed to be careful. One wrong move, and everything could spiral out of control.

She dried her hands on a towel and took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. “Get it together, Michaela,” she muttered to herself. “You’re in control now. Just… don’t screw it up.”

Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Zack stirred. His head was still spinning from the amazing sex he just had with Michaela but unbeknownst to him also from the changes Michaela had made to him. He felt… different somehow, but this is how he had always been, right? There was something else, too—a lingering sense of unease, like a faint echo of the person he used to be. He sat up, his new muscular frame moving with a fluidity that felt both foreign and natural. His eyes landed on the remote, still sitting on the nightstand where Michaela had left it.

What the hell is that? he thought, his curiosity piqued. He reached for it, his large hand wrapping around the sleek device. The screen lit up, displaying a menu of options: Physical Traits, Mental Abilities, Emotional States. His brow furrowed as he scrolled through the options, his mind racing to make sense of what he was seeing.

“What the…?” he muttered, his voice deep and smooth. He selected Scan and pointed the remote at himself. The screen flickered, and his bio popped up:

Name: Zack Chau

Age: 21

Height: 190 cm

Weight: 85 kg

Gender: Male

Eyes: Brown

Hair: Black

Bust: N/A

Waist: 80 cm

Hips: 90 cm

Ethnicity: Chinese

Occupation: Software Engineer

Personality Traits: Dominant, alpha, confident, protective.

Life Goals: Protect and provide for Michaela.

Zack’s eyes widened as he read through the details. This… this can’t be real, he thought. But as he looked down at his body—his broad shoulders, his muscular arms, his defined abs—he knew it was. The remote had had managed to scan every aspect of his life and body.

He selected Height and added an inch, just to test it. The remote hummed softly, and he felt a strange tingling sensation as his body stretched slightly, his new height settling at 193 cm. A slow grin spread across his face as he realised the power he now held. Holy shit, he thought, his grin widening. This thing actually works.

His mind raced as he considered the possibilities. If he could change himself, he could change Michaela too. And if he could change Michaela… well, the possibilities were endless. He could see her bio was already logged onto the remote and pulled it up, his eyes scanning the details:

Name: Michaela Cruz

Age: 22

Height: 165 cm

Weight: 55 kg

Gender: Female

Eyes: Brown

Hair: Black (Brown highlights)

Bust: 85 cm

Waist: 60 cm

Hips: 90 cm

Ethnicity: Filipino

Occupation: Medical Student

Personality Traits: Ambitious, studious, compassionate, reserved.

Life Goals: Become a doctor, help underserved communities, have a strong career.

Zack liked Michaela as his girlfriend but she was far from his ideal woman. Zack’s grin turned into a smirk as he began making changes._ Let’s see what we can improve, _he thought. He selected Bust Size and adjusted it to 105 cm, giving her a pair of large, perky double Ds. Then he selected Hip Width and expanded it to 95 cm, giving her a plump, round bubble butt. The remote hummed softly, and Zack felt a surge of satisfaction as he imagined Michaela’s reaction.

In the bathroom, Michaela froze as a familiar heat spread through her body. She looked down at her chest, her eyes widening as her breasts began to swell, filling out her bra until it felt like it might burst. “Oh shit,” she whispered, her heart racing. She turned to the mirror, her hands flying to her chest as she watched her body change. Her lips looked plumper, her hips wider, her ass rounder. “No, no, no!” she gasped, her mind racing. The remote! I left it in the bedroom with Zack!

She bolted out of the bathroom, her new curves bouncing with every step. She burst into the bedroom, her eyes locking onto Zack, who was standing in the middle of the room with the remote in his hand. His new height made him tower over her, his muscular frame radiating power and confidence.

“Zack!” she shouted, her voice trembling with panic. “Give me the remote! Now!”

Zack smirked, holding the remote out of her reach. “Oh, I don’t think so, babe,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. “You had your fun. Now it’s my turn.”

Michaela lunged at him, her hands clawing for the remote, but Zack was too tall and too strong. He easily knocked her to the ground, his grip firm but not painful. “Now, now,” he said, his tone mocking. “Is that any way to treat your boyfriend?”

“Zack, please!” Michaela begged, her eyes filling with tears. “Stop this! You don’t understand what you’re doing!”

“Oh, I understand perfectly,” Zack replied, his smirk widening. He selected IQ and lowered it significantly from 130 all the way down to 95, watching as Michaela’s expression shifted from panic to confusion. “You were always too smart for your own good. Who needs medical school anyway?”

Michaela’s mind felt foggy, her thoughts sluggish and disjointed. She tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. “I… I…” she stammered, her voice soft and uncertain.

Zack chuckled, scrolling through the options on the remote. “Let’s see… how about we make you a little more… fun?” He selected Libido and cranked it up, watching as Michaela’s cheeks flushed and her breathing quickened. “There we go. Much better.”

He then selected Language Proficiency and adjusted it, replacing her fluent English with broken, heavily accented speech. “I always thought it was hot when Asian girls couldn’t really speak English,” he said, his tone casual, as if he were discussing the weather.

Michaela’s mind raced, but the thoughts were in Tagalog now, her native language. She tried to curse at him, but the only words that came out were, “You… you bad man! I no like!”

Zack laughed, clearly enjoying himself. “Oh, you’ll like it soon enough.” He selected Occupation and changed it from Medical Student to OnlyFans Model. “You’re going to make a killing with that new body of yours,” he said, his grin widening.

Finally, he selected Personality Traits and adjusted them, making her more submissive, more obsessed with him, and less concerned with anything else. “There,” he said, his voice satisfied. “Now you’re perfect.”

Michaela’s mind was a whirlwind of confusion and desire. She looked up at Zack, her eyes wide and pleading. “You… you make me good girl?” she asked, her voice soft and uncertain.

Zack smiled, reaching down to cup her chin. “Oh, you’re more than good, babe. You’re perfect.”

He then remembered they weren’t the only two people in the house, Francesca was still in the dining room. “Oh, and let’s not forget your sister,” he said, selecting Reality Rewrite and making similar changes to her. The house around them shifted, the decor becoming more lavish and modern, reflecting their new reality.

Zack satisfied with these adjustments put the remote away, deciding to test out the new Michaela. He sat down on the bed, pulling her onto his lap. “Now, let’s see how good you really are,” he said, his voice low and commanding.

Michaela looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and submission. “I… I make you happy?” she asked, her voice trembling.

Zack grinned, running a hand through her hair. “Oh, you’re going to make me very happy.”

Michaela hesitated for a moment, her mind still foggy from the changes Zack had made. But the overwhelming desire coursing through her body pushed her forward. She knelt between his legs, her hands trembling as she reached for the waistband of his pants. Zack leaned back, his smirk widening as he watched her fumble with the button and zipper. Finally, she freed him, her eyes widening at the sight of his thick, throbbing cock.

“Go on,” Zack said, his voice low and commanding. “Show me how much you want to make me happy.”

Michaela’s cheeks flushed as she wrapped her small hand around his shaft, her touch tentative at first. She leaned forward, her plump lips parting as she took him into her mouth. The taste of him was unfamiliar, but the heat pooling in her core drove her to take him deeper. She bobbed her head slowly, her tongue swirling around the tip as her mind flooded with new memories of doing this countless times before.

Zack groaned, his hand tangling in her hair as he guided her movements. “That’s it,” he said, his voice rough with pleasure. “Just like that. You’re such a good girl, Michaela.”

The praise sent a shiver down her spine, her body responding instinctively. She took him deeper, her throat relaxing as she worked to please him. Her mind was a haze of desire and submission, her thoughts reduced to a single, all-consuming focus: making Zack happy. Her hands gripped his thighs for support as she increased her pace, her lips sliding up and down his length with a rhythm that had him groaning in approval.

“Fuck, you’re good at this,” Zack muttered, his hips bucking slightly as he thrust into her mouth. “Who knew my little Michaela had such a talented tongue?”

Michaela moaned around him, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure through Zack’s body. Her eyes fluttered shut as she lost herself in the act, her mind blank except for the need to please him. Her new body—her plump lips, her enhanced curves—felt like it was made for this, like this was what she was meant to do.

Zack’s grip on her hair tightened, his breathing growing ragged. “You’re gonna make me cum, babe,” he warned, his voice strained. “Don’t stop.”

Michaela didn’t stop. She couldn’t stop. Her body moved on its own, driven by the changes Zack had made to her. She took him deeper, her throat working around him as she swallowed him down. Zack let out a low groan, his hips jerking as he came, his release flooding her mouth. Michaela swallowed instinctively, her body trembling as she felt him pulse against her tongue.

When he finally pulled away, Michaela looked up at him, her lips swollen and glistening. “Did… did I make you happy?” she asked, her voice soft and uncertain.

Zack grinned, running a hand through her hair. “Oh, you made me very happy,” he said, his voice satisfied. “But don’t worry, babe. This is just the beginning. We’ve got a lot more fun ahead of us.”

Michaela nodded, her mind too foggy to question what he meant. All she knew was that she wanted to make him happy—no matter what it took.