Sam was barely able to get her hand on the remote. Her claws came in great handy for this task; they gave her the extra 1/4 inch she needed to gently slide the remote away from the couch's edge and in range of her palm so she could easily scoop it up. Trish murmured in her sleep and continued to mash herself against Sam's squishy torso.
Now in possession of the remote, Sam looked over it carefully. There were a lot of buttons. She figured Trish would be out for quite a while, so she gave herself time to understand the interface before she made any changes. She examined the remote's recent history, including all the changes made to her body.
She almost shouted "What?!" in surprise when she noticed a setting to reduce her metabolism to a crawl and force weight gain. That wasn't possible. She'd been plump for quite a while...unless...
No, she thought. She wouldn't. Sam glanced down at Trish's innocent face, smiling blissfully. Yeah. She would.
Sam scowled. So how thin was she supposed to be? She entered a sub-menu that detailed the effects of the weight gain transformation. Just as she expected, a box next to "Acceptance" was checked, with Trish listed as the only exclusion. Sam unchecked the box.
A massive head rush confronted her brain for all of a split second, then her consciousness settled once again. It was like a door that had been holding back a pile of memories was opened and spilled its hidden contents across her brain. She knew now that she had been as thin as Tricia, and had been unaware of her weight gain since the ice cream parlor. That's when things started to change for her.
Well, two can play at that game. Sam grinned evilly as she began to program a transformation into the remote.