Jake looked down at the remote. "Hmm, I wonder what this one does," he said, before aiming it back at the man and pressing "PE".
Pressing the button once didn't seem to do anything, so he figured he'd have to hold it down to see any results. Much like the "BE" button.
Soon, he was seeing a bulge grow in size underneath the man's pants.
"Well, either 'PE' stands for Penis Enlargement," Jake said with a surprised grin, after releasing the button, "or you really like what I did to your ex-wife."
"Penis enlargement?" the man asked. If he could widen his eyes, he would have. "What are you doing to me?!"
Jake smiled. "Anything I want."
There was quiet, for a moment, as Jake silently studied the many buttons on the remote. Andrea's husband felt Jake's last words to sink in. He realised the helplessness of his situation. If he couldn't protect himself, at least he could try and save his wife.
"P-please," he spoke slowly, "change my wife back. Do what you like with me, but let her go!"
"Well, you obviously love her very, very much," Jake sneered. "I suppose it would be a shame to break up such an obviously happy marriage."
But just as the faintest of smiles started to brighten his victim's mostly-paralysed face, Jake added joyfully, "I'll make you a whore too!"
"What?? You'll turn me into a copy of Andrea?"
"Sorry, not entirely," Jake tutted, "I haven't figured out the buttons to make you even half that pretty. We'll just have to muddle through. Now grow!"
Jake held down the BE button, and saw a pair of mounds swell underneath his victim's shirt. His baggy shirt was pulled taut over the orbs of flesh, straining the buttons to the point of breaking. His breasts had become a size just slightly smaller than Andrea's, which was still a very large size indeed.
"What did you do?" the man asked, unable to move his head. "I felt you do something and now my shirt feels so tight..."
"You'll find out," Jake said, his eyes back on the remote in his hands. "Now, if 'BE' stands for Breast Expansion... does 'AE' mean what I think it means?"
"Breast...You gave me breasts?? Is that what I'm feeling?"
"All natural too, I think you'll find," Jake responded as he pushed the AE button and held it down. Slowly but surely, he watched the man's backside begin to inflate.
"Now, I can't give you a pussy," Jake said, "and I'm sorry about that, believe me."
At that comment, the man showed alarm as best as his frozen face would allow.
"So I figured if you want to be a good whore but you don't have a pussy, instead you want a big ol' butt so you can fit all the dicks up there instead."
"...What?? That's not how it works!"
But he continued to hold the button down. His victim's trousers creaked and split at the seams as more and more jiggly flesh continued to push its way into existence from within. The pressure pulled the fabric around his enormous cock taught, and he was getting a raging hard-on despite his panic.
"You have one hell of a rear shelf on you there," Jake smiled as he eventually relented on the button. Each enormous cheek had destroyed the trouser around it. If not for a surviving strip of material that still ran the centre seam between them, his tattered pants would have fallen to the ground. With all that booty, the poor guy would never be able to wear men's sizes again. "Keep it clean and I'm sure it'll be very popular. With all the dicks."
"You're evil!" the man said.
"Whoever designed this remote must've been a real OCD-monger! Look, there's one that says, 'MBFABWL', whatever that does, it must be really specific. I feel like I could do more with you. I figure 'HG' is hair growth, but that could equally turn you into a busty, bubble-butt bigfoot." Jake was toying with his victim now, and loving it. "How about this one? Does 'LE' stands for Leg Extension, or Lip Expansion, or what? A luscious pair of lips could do wonders for your future career. Think I should press it and find out?"
"No!!"
"Okay then, I'll just skip the physical changes and go straight to the mind control," Jake said nonchalantly as he hit the MC button.
"Now..." Jake paused, "oh yeah, what's your name? I never asked."
"Thomas," his victim replied obediently.
"Well Tommy, now your name is Tammy. No, Trixie! Got that?"
"Yes, My name is Trixie."
"Good." Jake hit the Pause button, freeing Trixie from his constraint. Since he was under mind control, there was no need for it any more. "I don't particularly like conducting business in such a public place. Last thing I need is yet another interruption, so I'll try and wrap this up quickly."
"Now pay attention Andrea, this concerns you too. The both of you are still husband and wife, but you are both whores. Except for all the paying customers you each enjoy fucking as part of your jobs, aside from all that, you share a traditional, monogamous marriage. Neither one of you will ever get upset with the other for sleeping around, so long as it's work-related. Understood?"
"Yes," replied Andrea, flatly.
"Yes," added Trixie.
"Ugh, that voice. Trixie, even though you're a man you always try to look and act as feminine as you can. And that includes putting on a girly voice whenever you talk. Because of your... figure, you feel more comfortable and confident in women's clothing. It makes you so happy when other people confuse you for a woman. You take it as a compliment. And of course when you're working, you sell yourself as a chick with a dick "“ and not as a guy in drag with boobs. That's just good advertising. Got it?"
"Yes," Trixie responded.
"In a girly voice?"
"Yes," Trixie squeaked.
"Better," Jake said, though he quickly added, "but keep working on it. What else? Andrea, tell me what else I asked you to do?"
"To buy new clothes," she replied, matter-of-factly.
"That's right. Trixie, once you come out of this trance you're going to go clothes shopping with Andrea. You'll need a whole new wardrobe of ladies' clothes to suit your new body and lifestyle. You're very proud of your huge butt so you prefer clothes that make your ass look good. You want to dress slutty and show some cleavage. And remember to buy lots of kinky underwear and high heels."
"Okay," Trixie replied, this time in a breathy tone.
"And get a wax, definitely. And a wig, to wear until your own hair grows out. You'll need make-up and accessories too, though you can just borrow Andrea's for now. Work that one out between yourselves."
"Yes," Andrea nodded.
"Yes," added Trixie, in her Marilyn Monroe voice.
"One last thing before I let you go," Jake said. "Hand me your wallet."
Trixie obediently fished the wallet out of the tattered remains of her trousers and handed it to Jake. He flipped it open and removed her driving licence before handing the wallet back.
"Now I know where you live," he said as he pocketed the licence, "right?"
"Right."
"I'll come round and check up on you from time to time," he continued, "and also to collect my money. You both agreed that I should get 20% of every penny you earn, plus... free rides for life! You both think this is a fair arrangement and will never question it, or any other alterations I might want to make in the future."
Jake zapped the two whores with the MC button, releasing them from the trance. "Does that sound like a good deal?" he asked.
"Sure thing, baby," Trixie purred. Jake almost laughed with surprise. Her words, coming from what was still an obviously male face, inadvertently hilarious.
"You got it, er..." Andrea faltered.
"My name's Jake," he said, "but I'm not adverse to a flattering nick name or two."
"Okay, stud," Andrea winked. "My hubby and I have got to get us some nice work clothes."
"Yeah baby," Trixie added, "my titties sorely need an underwire hug, and I sorely need to feel pretty."
"Alright, you two go do that," Jake grinned at Trixie again.
"Will you be around here later? I want you to see what I look like in my new outfit," asked Andrea.
Jake looked sideways at Rebecca, the busty teenager he'd zapped with the MC button moments before Andrea had intruded on him. "I would say very probably not," he said.
"Okay daddy, you have fun with that cutie," Trixie gave the dormant Rebecca a little wave. "Come on Andrea, us girls had better get all dolled up so we can get working!"
"I'm coming, girl," Andrea said as she put her arm around Trixie's waist and planted a kiss on her husband's cheek.
Jake watched the pair walk off together. While not on the level of the MC button, the jiggle and sway of Trixie's rear bumper was still quite hypnotic.
"So much for that," he turned back to Rebecca. "When the husband showed up it could've meant big trouble for me, but it all worked out for the best. Probably saved a marriage, too. How does the saying go? When life hands you lemons, you make big-bootied lemonade that will sleep with men for money. Something like that."
Rebecca stared at him blankly.
"I don't know why I expected you to laugh," he said.
