Seth Tanner, 24, Uni Student

Seth Tanner shifted uncomfortably on the crinkly paper covering the exam table, the sterile smell of the university clinic filling his nostrils. At 24, he was no stranger to these routine check-ups—part of the deal for staying enrolled in his kinesiology program—but today felt different. His mind kept drifting to the small, sleek remote in his pocket, no bigger than his car keys, with just a few unmarked buttons and a cryptic note he'd found tucked beside it in an abandoned backpack on campus: "Point and press. It bends reality to your desires. Yours alone."

What the hell did that even mean? Seth had chuckled at first, thinking it was some prank gadget, maybe a universal TV remote or a garage door opener. But the note's wording gnawed at him— "bends reality to your desires." He'd tested it idly on his dorm room lamp earlier, wishing it would dim without getting up, and sure enough, a soft press made the light fade to a cozy glow. Coincidence? Maybe. But now, sitting here under the fluorescent lights, he couldn't shake the urge to experiment further.

"Alright, Mr. Tanner," Dr. Evelyn Hargrove said in her clipped, no-nonsense tone, adjusting her wire-rimmed glasses. She was about 65, with salt-and-pepper hair pulled into a severe bun, her white coat hanging loosely over a frame that spoke of decades behind a desk rather than in a gym.

Seth wasn't being fair—she wasn't hideous or anything, just... unappealing in that clinical, grandmotherly way. A few fine lines around her eyes and mouth, nothing dramatic, but in his bored, horny college brain, she might as well have been a relic.

"We're going to run through the cranial nerve exam. It's standard procedure for your reported headaches. Follow my instructions closely."

Seth nodded, his hand unconsciously brushing his pocket where the remote hid.

What if it really works? he thought.

Point and press... desires. Could I make her... I don't know, hotter? Or just make her want me?

The idea sent a thrill through him, mixed with a twinge of guilt. But hell, if it was real, why not test it on someone like her? Before the exam ended, or after? Before might screw up the whole thing if it backfired. After, he could play it safe.

Dr. Hargrove started with the olfactory nerve, holding a small vial under his nose. "Inhale deeply and tell me what you smell." It was coffee grounds, sharp and bitter. Seth identified it correctly, his mind half elsewhere.

If I press it now, what would I even desire? Make her strip? Nah, too risky in a clinic.

He imagined her suddenly aroused, her stern demeanour cracking into something eager. His pulse quickened.

Next, the optic nerve. She shone a penlight into his eyes, checking pupil response. "Look straight ahead... good. Now follow my finger." Seth tracked it left to right, up and down, his gaze flicking to her wrinkled hands—soft creases, but not as bad as he'd mentally exaggerated.

_She's not that wrinkly, _he admitted to himself, feeling a bit shitty for the judgment. Still, the remote burned in his pocket.

After, he decided tentatively.

Get the all-clear first, then see if I can make her forget the exam or something fun.

She moved to the oculomotor, trochlear, and abducens nerves, having him track her finger in all directions again, then testing convergence by bringing it toward his nose. "Any double vision?" No, he murmured, complying as she checked his eyelids for ptosis.

His thoughts raced: The note said 'whatever you want.' Does that mean I could desire her to be younger? Or just compliant? Only me who can use it—perfect, no one else stealing the power.

Trigeminal nerve next. Dr. Hargrove pressed lightly on his forehead, cheeks, and jaw. "Feel this equally on both sides?" Seth nodded, clenching his jaw slightly as she tested sensation with a cotton wisp.

_If I test it before we're done, maybe I could desire the exam to end early. Or make her think I'm fine and send me on my way... with a bonus. _He smirked inwardly, imagining her suddenly inviting him to her office for a "private consultation."

Facial nerve: "Smile for me. Raise your eyebrows. Puff out your cheeks."

Seth did, feeling ridiculous, but his mind was on overdrive.

She's not pleasant to look at, but with the remote... I could change that. Make her body respond to me, eager, no questions asked.

The public response? Who cared—the note implied it bent reality, so maybe indifference or arousal all around.

Vestibulocochlear: She snapped her fingers near each ear, then had him repeat whispered words.

"House... baseball... eighty-five." Seth echoed them back, his hand itching toward his pocket.

Before or after? After's safer. But what if I desire her to finish quick?

Glossopharyngeal and vagus: "Open wide, say 'ahh.'" She depressed his tongue with a stick, checking his uvula's rise. Seth gagged slightly, thoughts swirling.

Test it now. Just a small desire—make her nicer, flirtier.

Accessory: "Shrug your shoulders against my resistance." He pushed up as she pressed down.

Finally, hypoglossal: "Stick out your tongue. Move it side to side." Done.

Dr. Hargrove stepped back, jotting notes. "Everything looks normal, Mr. Tanner. No issues with your cranial nerves. We'll discuss those headaches further—stress, perhaps?"

Seth's fingers closed around the remote in his pocket.

Now or never. After it is.

But as she turned to her computer, he hesitated, heart pounding. What would he do?