Todd loved where this was going, but he didn't want to completely embarrass the chick in public, so he looked back to the remotes options. He saw the scale, she sat at a 12 now, having been doubled in size. With a press of two buttons, he applied her change to an eight. Todd looked over to the barista, who was kneeding her supple titflesh while she blushed, her impulsive groping seemingly involuntary.
Gwen massaged her new growth as a warmth enveloped her, similar to the previous one, yet different. She looked down and watched as her newly grown assets began to shrink before her eyes. Her shirt went down slowly, barley covering her midriff as the shrinking slowed to a stop. Relieved, and somewhat dissapointed, she went back to work restocking items in the cafe.
Satisfied, Todd looked back to the remote. He wondered if he wanted to mess with the barista still, or if he wanted a new target. In his defence, he's only looked from afar at the changes, and hasn't been able to feel or be touched by them. He decided he should-