Tricia had dropped past the one-foot mark and Rick was babbling like an idiot. He fumbled with the buttons and found a button marked Undo. He pressed it, but in his shaky attempts to maneuver his thumb into position, he accidentally nudged a few other buttons as well.
Tricia's growth stopped immediately and she began gaining height as fast as it disappeared. She sighed in relief as she passed his knees once more, but a strange feeling inside her caused her to panic again.
"What did you do?!" she screamed.
"No--nothing!" Rick stammered. "I might...have hit a few other buttons, I don't...I don't know!" He stared at the remote, afraid to touch anything else.
Tricia's body felt heavy. Not the gaining-size kind of heavy, but actually heavy. She was up to four feet at this point, and when she examined her bare body she knew she had started to gain fat around her waist. It was slight, but it was there. Her thighs were widening slowly, and her stomach was pushing outward now. She felt a strange warmth coming from her chest, an uneasy crowded feeling, as if something was pushing against her organs. She realized as her belly expanded that it was entirely possible that Rick, with his unusually intense orgasm, managed to get her pregnant, and that by accident he was causing that pregnancy to fast forward at an incredible rate.
"You gotta make it stop! Hit Pause or something!" Tricia's furry black breasts grew into the plentiful milk stores of an expecting mother. She felt even stranger sensations from them as her new baby grew into its third trimester. The added weight was straining her back.
Finally, Rick came to his senses and pressed Pause. Tricia felt the changes subside. Fortunately, she had grown back to her original 5'4" stature, but now she had the belly, hips and breasts of a woman expecting a baby any day now. All across her body, her frame was faintly thickened by extra fat stored to nurture the baby.
Give me the remote!" she demanded. "I'll fix this."
"Wait, maybe the Erase button--"
"NO!" Tricia shouted. The minute she heard "Erase," she knew it was a bad idea. She lurched forward to grab the remote, her collar's large bell clanging wildly, but she only managed to bump his arm. The remote shot a white light, but instead of hitting Tricia, it shot up and to the right...hitting her large mirror and bouncing back at Rick. Tricia's eyes went wide as she watched his body disappear in a giant flash, the remote along with him.
"No! Rick! NO!" Tricia shouted at the vacant space between her and the far wall of her bedroom. There was no trace of him. And with the remote zapped out of existence, there was no hope of fixing her problem. He had doomed both of them.
"Rick...," Tricia sobbed. The bastard messed up big time. She wanted to curse his name but she knew full well it was her own fault they were brought to this point. She wanted payback, and now he was gone forever. A bit of overkill, she thought. And what a fitting punishment to bear his only child as a reminder of what transpired that day. To live out her entire life as a cowgirl, covered in black fur, sporting a collar, rings and bracelets that couldn't be removed, mother to a child who'll probably be a cow-like hybrid just like her... The remote made the world accept her as a cow, but would it accept a baby? Would it even still accept her now that the remote was gone?
Tricia fell to her knees. A kick from her baby made her shiver. She gently rubbed her large belly, feeling the soft fur against her fingers. What kind of future had she made for herself?