A remote control?

Callum looked up to see that the two of them were standing in front of a closed metal door in the research division. He had been to the research division many times and yet never seen this section. The hallway here was narrower, the lighting colder, the walls bare of the usual motivational posters and project boards. Just clean metal and a single heavy door with a biometric scanner set into the frame beside it. Liora kept her right hand on the scanner. A soft beep sounded, the light turned green, and the doors slid open with a quiet hydraulic hiss.

The two of them stepped inside as the doors shut behind them. The room was small. Smaller than Callum expected for something Margot treated like the future of the company. The walls were plain white, the floor the same polished material as the hallway. In the center sat a small pedestal, and on it was a small remote-control-looking device with a few thin wires attached to it. The whole setup looked almost unfinished, like someone had left it mid-test.

Callum stepped closer, curiosity cutting through the leftover irritation from the office.

“Is this the big project Mom can’t shut up about? What kind of fancy remote control is this?” he laughed, the sound a little sharper than he intended.

Liora moved up beside the pedestal, her eyes bright behind the thick glasses. “Oh! No no Callum, this is a very special remote. It has the ability to alter reality!”

She spoke in awe, like she was still half in disbelief herself. Callum looked at the woman as if she was crazy. The words hung in the small room and sounded exactly as ridiculous as they were.

“Uhh what? Are you on drugs or something?”

“Callum! Take this seriously.” Liora’s voice tightened. She pushed her glasses up again, a nervous habit. “You have no idea what these people are capable of. The things I’ve used in making this… I didn’t think materials like this could exist…”

She kept talking, her tone distant, almost reverent. Callum only half-listened. His attention had already drifted back to the device on the pedestal. It looked ordinary enough at first glance, black casing, a few buttons, nothing that screamed magic. He reached out and grabbed the remote, disconnecting the wires connected to it with a small tug. The wires fell loose against the pedestal. The remote sat light in his hand, warmer than he expected, like it had been running.

He turned it over, studying it. There were three buttons on the face, each labelled in small clean text: unaware, aware but obedient, and fully aware. On the side, near where his thumb naturally rested, there was something like a small mic. On the opposite end a tiny transmitter lens sat flush with the casing.

“So how does this work? What’s with all these weird buttons?” Callum said as he looked over the device, turning it over in his hand again.

Liora stepped closer, close enough that he could feel the faint heat of her body. “Well there are three settings. I wasn’t quite sure what the use case is for this device but basically if you press down one of the buttons and speak into the mic, the device can warp the target’s reality to match whatever input you’re providing while keeping their mind at the selected level of awareness.”

Callum could not believe his ears. That sounded like straight-up magic. Could something like that really exist? The whole explanation felt like it belonged in a bad late-night movie, not in a sealed lab under his mother’s company. He stared at the three buttons again. Unaware. Aware but obedient. Fully aware.

He felt a short, reckless laugh build in his chest.

“Hahaha what nonsense. So if I press this button…” He pressed the fully aware button with his thumb. The small click felt louder than it should have in the quiet room. “…and say Stress relief toy…” He lifted the remote and pointed it straight at Liora. “…It’ll warp reality for you?”

Liora’s eyes had gone wide the second Callum pressed the button. She started to close the gap between them, one hand lifting like she meant to stop him, but she was too late. A thin beam of light shot out of the transmitter end of the remote and hit her square in the chest. The light expanded fast, enveloping the nerdy woman in a soft white glow that filled the small room for a second and then collapsed inward.

When the light hit her, Liora’s body jerked hard in place. Callum watched it happen right in front of him.

Her clothes went first. The blouse that had been stretched across her heavy tits simply thinned and faded, the fabric turning translucent before it vanished completely. The pencil skirt followed, peeling away from her thick hips and soft thighs until there was nothing left. Her bra and panties disappeared last, gone in the same slow dissolve. In a few seconds she was standing completely naked in the middle of the small lab.

Then her skin changed. It started at her feet and crawled upward in a smooth wave. The soft, living texture of her legs turned rubbery, slightly glossy, denser, the kind of material that would give under fingers but never quite feel like real flesh. The change moved over her thick thighs, across the soft curve of her belly, up the heavy swell of her tits and finally over her arms and face. By the time it finished, every inch of her was rubber.

Her arms started moving next. They lifted on their own, hands coming up to rest seductively on her own shoulders. Fingers curled inward, pushing her massive rubber tits higher so the heavy soft weight of them sat up on her chest. The pose locked in place like it had always been there.

Then her face changed. The nervous, slightly awkward expression she always wore melted away. A big derpy smile spread across her mouth, wide and empty and completely wrong on her. Her eyes went glassy behind the thick black-framed glasses that somehow stayed put.

Callum stared. The whole transformation had happened in front of his eyes, piece by piece.