I had a nightmare that morning. I dreamed about my ex-husband, the moment he left me with the kids. "You have to manage things on your own now Karen. I'm off to Mexico with Dianne," he said to me. I begged him to stay and tried to grab him preventing him from leaving the house, but my hands went right through him as if he was a ghost. "Mom, what is happening?," I looked behind me and saw my son and daughter run down the stairs. "Go back to bed children," the words left my mouth, but I didn't want to say it. "Harry, please stay with us," I turned towards the man in the doorway, but he was already gone. "Don't worry Karen some day you'll be.....THE WINNER!!!!!!," a voice thundered in my head.
I jumped up and looked around me. I was in my kitchen, no young children and no loud voices. In front of me was an nearly empty bottle. "...and the winner of $5000,- is...," the quiz-master on the screen said. Great I had been drinking again, and must have fallen asleep watching TV. When was I ever getting over the divorce? It had been nearly 10 years since Harry left and I still had problems with it. And why? He was an asshole and left me for some young bimbo with fake tits bigger than her head. Every year on the same date I wanted to get drunk just to forget al of it. Yesterday had been that day.
"You know maybe I should forget about men!," I said angry and punched the bottle off the table. Maybe I shouldn't have... The bottle landed right next to the TV and smashed into a million pieces. The glass fell down to the kitchen floor and drops of liquid splashed onto the screen. "Oh...great," I sighed and stood up waggling. I still suffered the consequences from the drinks I had last night. I shut the TV off and began cleaning the floor. After a couple of minutes the job was done. I swiped the liquid of the screen and put the TV back on. The screen only showed snow, thinking it was just a slight malfunction I gave the box a little slap. Nothing happened, then all of a sudden the screen began to flash in every thinkable color and a beam shoot out!?
I stared as the beam hit the remote on the table. It only last a couple of seconds. I didn't now what this was all about, but I guessed it was a little 'leftover' from my drinking adventure. After a minute I tried the TV again, this time it didn't even give snow. "Damn thing!," I grabbed the remote off the table. It felt weird it was a bit warm in my hand, but it cooled off pretty quickly. I looked it over and noticed only one button and a switch. "Didn't it used to have like 12 buttons or something?," I thought to myself. When I looked closer I saw the button had a flame printed on it, the switch had a 'G' printed on it's left side and an 'S' on it's right side. "G and S? What is this?," I was confused. One minute ago I saw a weird beam coming out of a broken TV and now the remote got itself a make-over!?
When I turned the thing around to look at the front side my finger pressed the button on top. There was a bright flash and I felt a cold shiver going through my body. "What the...," I looked around me and noticed the room made a little 'jump'. It was like it grew a little. I was convinced the remote had something to do with it. I pressed the button on the remote again. The same strange light filled my vision and I had the same weird feeling in my stomach. I looked around me and noticed everything had grown again! This was weird, I made my way to the standing mirror in the hallway. The furniture I passed on the way all seemed much bigger than before. I looked at myself in the large mirror.
My long reddish brown hair looked like a bird's nest, I really looked like hell. My bathrobe was almost reaching the ground and the sleeves seemed longer. Maybe it wasn't everything else that grew, I was smaller! I untied my bathrobe. My bra was barely filled and my panties were almost sliding off. This wasn't real, I was still dreaming! I looked at the remote again, which looked much bigger itself, I began to understand what the 'G' & 'S' stood for. The S was probably 'shrink' cause I was definitely a lot smaller, maybe close to 4ft. So I had some idea what would happen if I switched over to 'G'. It sure was worth giving it a try so I flipped the switch and hit the 'fire' button.
Again a feeling came over me, but this time it felt warm and pleasant. It was such an arousing feeling I stroked my skin with my free hand and looked into the mirror. I watched the sleeves of my bathrobe creep up my arms and my breasts began to fill up my bra again. My panties slid back in place. The whole process felt so great I decided to bring this to a higher level. I kept firing till I was over a foot taller than my normal height. It was so surreal! My breasts were spilling out of their cups, I always had quite some flesh with my D cup, but now they seemed even larger, My body lay on a few pounds the last few years, but I still had a good figure. It was almost right to stay this size!
I was planning to restore myself and turn away from the mirror, but I couldn't resist giving it one more shot. Looking at my 'new' reflection I fired another burst at myself. Again I enjoyed the pleasant feeling of growth, but after a foot or so my chest ached. My breasts felt like they were going to explode. They were already a tight fit for my bra, but this extra growth spurt was making it unbearable. I couldn't hold it much longer, so I put the remote down and barely managed to take of my bra.
I sighed in relief and looked back into the mirror. I was treated with a welcome sight. My breasts looked so big, of course they hadn't actually grown larger in proportion, but comparing myself to the 'shrunken' furniture made especially 'them' stand out. Now my ample boobs looked like footballs. They weren't boobs or tits anymore. No, people would call them hooters or juggs. My 'new' boobs weren't fake hoovering porn star boobs like my husband's bimbo had. No these babies were all natural. I stroked my soft jelly mammaries, kneading them in my hands pushing them against each other to form an incredible cleavage.
While enjoying my new found height all sorts of thoughts ran through my mind, how I could use this remote for my own good. But, I also had the feeling I should share my knowledge with someone or even test it on someone besides myself! But, before I could share anything I had to do something about my 'improved' self. I wasn't happy with the thought of shrinking back again, but I had to. If someone saw me like this they would surely freak out. I chuckled, it would be fun to see people's faces when they're suddenly confronted with a 7ft tall amazon. But, I would save those fun moments for some other time. Now I had other things in mind.
A moment later I returned myself to my former size. I felt disappointed to be my normal 'short' self again, but it would have to do for now. I walked to my bedroom, got rid of the bathrobe, put on a shirt, some jeans and was ready to go. I didn't think about taking a shower, at that moment I had my mind on the remote and what fun things I could do with it. I didn't make me forget the tears and bad dreams, but now I had something else to focus on.
I went...
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