"So, what does it do, again?" Tina asks, cocking her head. You stare at her in shock. Where once stood your girlfriend - a pale, freckled girl - is instead an incredibly sexy version of your mother.
For the most part, she looks the same; a buxom woman with tanned skin, green eyes, and wavy brown hair pulled into a half-up, half-down bun and sprinkled with strands of grey. From a distance, you're sure you'd mistake her for the real deal. But it's the little things. Like how her lips are painted bright red and look a bit plumper than usual. How her skin-tight red camisole outlines a six-pack of abs you could grate cheese on. How she stands just a bit taller than you, even though your real mother barely comes up to your shoulder.
Tina, still waiting for your answer and unaware of the discordance in your thoughts, steps towards you. "Sweetie?"
"T-Tina? It's still you, right?"
"Of course it's me," she says, her brow furrowing in worry. "Aw, are you sad your toy didn't work?"
Before you can answer, she's pulling you into a hug, squashing her double d-cups against your chest. "I'm sorry, sweetie. If you're feeling sad, how about I make it up to you?"
She leads you to the couch and firmly pushes you down. Her eyes sparkle deviously as her hands make their way to your fly and tease out the beast inside. It stirs, and despite Tina wearing a fetishized version of your mum's body, you can't help but feel aroused.
Tina watches your length stiffen to its full seven inches. She licks her lips, and your heart skips a beat. Was that? Your eyes weren't playing tricks on you, however, as a long, black, pulsating organ slithers from her plush, red lips, over two feet long. You feel a chill running down your spine as you realise what this means.
The ray gun didn't just bring one of your fetishes to life. It brought all of them.