Angela saw the words "Mind Control" and knew what she needed. What she wanted. What she deserved. She hammered the button without a second thought.
The glass screen on the remote shifted. The text now instructed her to "Please Select a Strength Setting." She nodded and looked at the menu below. She had been given five options, ranging from "Tiny Nudge," to "Divine Command." Angela hovered her thumb over "Divine Command" before reconsidering. From what few sci-fi or fantasy movies she had seen, going hog-wild with mind-control powers was a risky business. What was more, it wasn't even the fun kind of risky business. No, that way lay nothing but ironic death and moral lessons she had no interest in learning. She laid her thumb on option 3 "Extremely Strong Suggestion," and pressed the button. May as well start there and see what happened.
Angela didn't feel any different. Her growth felt pleasant. Warm. Arousing, even, but there was nothing here, except...Angela sniffed. She caught a whiff of something that smelled like cinnamon. She turned her head to the side and smelled herself. Sure enough, the scent was coming from her.
"It worked?" she asked nobody in particular. There was only one way to find out. She threw on a shirt and went out into the hallway. She felt an odd presence emanating from her body, as though invisible hands were reaching out and grasping at the world around her. They closed on...something downstairs. Two somethings, actually. She wandered downstairs, already guessing at what lay in store.
"--I just don't get why she likes breaking my stuff," she overheard Cindy say through tears of frustration.
"Just your bras," said Becca, "And I think she likes it because she's worried that she's getting old. My guess is that she thinks that if she can still make you feel insecure in your body, she's still more attractive than you."
"Y-you think that's it?" asked Cindy. Angela furrowed her brow. That was quite enough of that bullshit, thank you very much. She stomped into the kitchen.
"Becca. Go to your room," she ordered.
"Yes, mom," said Becca. She stood up and walked off. Angela turned her gaze on Cindy, when a cruel thought crossed her mind.
"Cindy. Take off your shirt."
"Mom, I--"
"Now."
"Yes, Mom." Cindy did as she was told. Angela looked at her daughter. This experiment was working well.
"Now flick the end of your own nose as hard as you can." Again, Cindy did as she was asked.
"Yes, M-ow!" Cindy caressed the end of her own nose. Angela's eyes widened as she realized what this meant.
"Okay, now Cindy, go to your room. Don't come out unless you need the bathroom or the house is on fire or something. Otherwise, just sit there and think about how flat you are, and how--" Angela hefted her chest "--how you would do anything to have big, bouncy tits like me."
"Yes, Mom," said Cindy. Without another word, she stood up and strode off towards the stairs as if nothing had happened. Angela sat down at the table, shaking with excitement, and let out a girlish squeal.
"Oh, this is what I always wanted," she whispered to herself as she ran her hands through her hair. "I just don't know where to start!"
She decided on...
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