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“What the hell is going on?” Stephen muttered under his breath, his grip tightening on the remote.
Meanwhile, Lawrence stirred, still half-asleep, feeling a strange sensation all over his body. His chest felt heavy, his clothes constricting painfully. His eyes fluttered open, and he blinked in confusion, groggy from sleep.
“Ugh… what’s… happening?” Lawrence mumbled, sitting up slowly, feeling something touch and lightly tickle his neck. He winced as he felt a sharp tearing sensation across his chest. “Ouch! What the-?”
He looked down and gasped, his eyes widening in horror as he saw the changes for himself. His polo shirt, once loose and comfortable, was now stretched taut over a pair of large, round breasts. The fabric strained, tearing slightly under the pressure, revealing smooth, pale skin of his new heavy breasts beneath.
“What the… what the hell is this?!” Lawrence shouted, his voice higher and softer than before. He scrambled to his feet, nearly stumbling as he felt the unfamiliar weight on his chest and the new sway of his hips. His hands flew to his chest, feeling the soft curves, his fingers trembling. “This-this can’t be real!”
Stephen watched, eyes wide with a mix of shock and dark curiosity, as Lawrence’s panic mounted. 'Incredible,' he thought, unable to tear his eyes away. 'This remote can actually change someone’s body entirely.'
Lawrence’s breathing quickened, his hands frantically exploring his new form, trying to understand what had happened. He touched his face, his long fingers running over the soft contours of his cheeks and the full lips that felt so foreign. “No, no, no! This isn't possible! What's going on? Is this a dream?" He gasped, gripping his torn shirt, his fingers digging into the soft skin beneath. "Get me out of this dream! Wake up! Please!" Lawrence shook his head furiously, feeling how long hair tickled the back of his neck.