Your name is Eva, and it's not like you hate your friends or anything, but you are 21, a senior college student, and a sad virgin.
Why? Because all your friends are female.
Yes, you hold nothing against them, but you are simply not into girls. You are very attracted to the masculine body. But how do you get some dick?? You're terrible at talking to strangers, and you can't fuck your friends if they're all girls!!
But fear not. After 21 years of incelibacy, the solution has arrived. Yes, that's right. The REMOTE has arrived.
You're not really sure how it got into your hands, but it happened and now you're standing in your dorm bedroom by yourself, salivating at the possibilities it presents. Literally. You catch yourself drooling. Your wildest kinkiest fantasies are about to come alive.
You sit down on your bed, mind wandering over the possibilities. There are so many girls you know. So many potential excellent, strapping men. Who's it gonna be?
You finally decide to take care of your roommate, Ash, first. She's closest by proximity after all. You walk out into the living room, remote in hand, and see her at the kitchen table doing homework for her weeder chem course. She has shoulder length brown hair, glasses, delicate cheekbones, modest B-cups, and an average looking build. Her hand, feminine and thin, is resting on the notebook, busy drawing molecular diagrams as she anxiously shakes her knee.
"Hey Eva," Ash says, not looking up. She's in concentration mode.
"Hello," you say, and press a button. Let's get some pecs in here!
Ash doesn't even notice when her boobs slowly sink inwards on themselves and retract until her chest is as flat as an ironing board You frown. That was it? You want something more exciting than that, so you adjust the setting. Her chest swells again, but this time, it isn't the soft boob fat. No, it's muscle. Pure muscle.
It's two iron mounds of beefy flesh and you see Ash wince a little. Her originally somewhat loose t-shirt is now stretched extremely tight by her massive pecs. It's almost about to burst. You can see her small dark nipples through the sheer fabric.
She grunts a little. "Ah," she says aloud to no one in particular, "I need to remember to get the large size shirts next time. I keep putting on weight here for some reason..." Although she keeps doing homework, she also pats her pecs a little, as if unsure of why they're so powerfully masculine.
Next is her voice. You make the adjustments, and Ash's throat starts swelling until a sculpted Adam's apple bobs up and down as she swallows. She coughs. "Mhm," Ash rumbles, and oh my gosh that baritone is to die for. "My throat is sore." She reaches for the tea mug on the table. As she drinks, you can't tear your eyes away from how her Adam's apple keeps sexily bobbing in her throat.
You decide to do the rest of the male changes in one go. Her hair shortens to her scalp. The delicate brushwork of Ash's face is obscured, painted over with rough strokes of smoldering masculinity. Her eyebrows and cheekbones thicken. Her nose becomes wider. Her lips thin. The jawline strengthens, cutting a dashing line. Below, her shoulders broaden as her biceps swell in size, matching her already well-endowed pecs. Everywhere, she grows, larger and larger. Her hands grow rough and coarse, bones creaking as they become almost twice their original size. The hand she's writing with dwarfs the pencil now. Ash now appears as a handsome young man with brown hair and bursting muscles, the type who'd appear on GQ's cover.
Ah, but you haven't done the most important part yet.
You change her nether regions.
Ash starts moaning deeply as she feels something start growing between her legs. She shyly rubs her massive, sculpted, well-defined thighs together, but it doesn't look like it helps by the way her face goes red. You watch as the bulge in her pants swells up, bigger and bigger until it looks like she, no, he stuffed an eggplant down his sweatpants. He tries crossing his legs but the bulge is too large and he fails. He's forced to sit with his legs wide apart so there's adequate room for the massive bulge.
You grin, looking at Ash who is panting, red-faced. Time for the real fun.