27,000 Words of Kreme!
While he's certainly good at his job with the discount electronics chain Bust Buy, famed for busting the bottom on prices, Luke Berry never expected that his work would lead him straight to Hell. However during an unusually hot late summer, that is precisely the destination, Hell, Michigan, where Tech Con is taking place.
Rapidly approaching middle age, single with a nineteen year old son back home, everyone likes Luke, the exception being his ex. Unfortunately, or fortunately, Luke's life is about to take an unexpected turn in Hell, when a man hammers on his door one morning.
The man seems like a nutcase, particularly when he claims to be an inventor and states his product will be the next big electronics breakthrough, one that will change everything.
Looking at the completely ordinary television remote control, Luke barely raises an eyebrow but listens to the sales pitch anyway. Luke discovers that maybe the guy has something, at least when he claims that this remote is truly universal, controlling every television simply by aiming it at them, no complicated programming, no anything.
When he further explains that it uses no batteries and the power cell will last 75 years, Luke has some interest, at least in the potential of this weird man's product.
Testing the remote after the man leaves, Luke's surprised when it does seem to turn on the hotel room TV, but there’s a distinct distortion in the picture. If the remote is causing it, there's a problem, so he checks the cable connections.
A storm rolling in is the last of Luke's concerns, but his day is about to get a whole lot busier, and the business is going to be all pleasure, thanks to a fluke lightning strike, a power surge that either shocks or shoots one hell of a blast of static electricity straight from the little TV he leans over.
Luke quickly yanks the remote from his pants pocket, tossing the still smoking little device across the room. He's lucky it seems, that the remote took most of the charge. In all the craziness, Luke sees that the surge of power not only ruined the remote and gave him quite a scare, it also flipped channels to the one he always avoids, the adult channel. But as he goes to try and change it with the regular room remote, he passes out.
When he wakes up, to a pounding he first believes is in his head, Luke begins his true descent into the madness of Hell. In a comical series of stumbling and dealing with a new quite impressive thickness in his pants, the hotel maid walks right into his room, him on his knees with his pants undone and massive dick straining outward before the porn on television.
As he locks eyes with the cute latina maid, Luke sees that his own shock at seeing his erection is nothing compared to the reaction a woman has. Everything from her expression to her body instantly seems to go through an extreme metamorphosis, the once attractive maid becoming the stereotypical latina slut, wearing a maid uniform no hotel would ever provide.
After a freakishly passionate encounter, Luke runs from the hotel. But the road back from Hell is paved with good intentions it seems, and Luke discovers that every time he so much as sees a girl or woman that turns him on, his mind is falling more and more into the pit of lust and perversion that the plots of porn delve into.
Will Luke find out what has happened to him after that remote got fried by a fluke lightning strike? Will he resist the temptations found around every curve, particularly those curves on the supple young blonde girlfriend of his son's? Or will Luke give in and enjoy the changes that only a twisted moment of fate and an odd little remote control can offer?
Whatever the case, Luke may have made it out of Hell, but he's quickly finding his mind on the path right back, and this time there may be no returning.