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With every other guest having been forced to forfeit the tour, the dapper Radio Demon remained the only one left, alongside Blitzo, who led the sinner down a long, bright, white corridor. Referring to the map on his phone, the imp turned to Alastor as they kept walking. “It’s a shame what happened to the others, even if those dumbasses got themselves into those situations.” He spoke in a non-serious manner, while also muttering the last part to himself. “But now, you’re almost at the end.” “Splendid! I look forward to seeing what this oddity of a building shows me next.” Alastor responded. Eventually, they arrived at a tall pair of white double-doors. Down below Alastor, Blitzo attempted to push them open. “Urgh… stupid fucking… things.” He grunted to himself, as his breathing trembled. Despite their simple looks, it took a considerable amount of strength to open them up. After a brief moment of the sinner watching the imp struggle while humming, Blitzo managed to open both doors fully. “And here… we… are…”. The imp said rather proudly, as he breathed heavily.
Walking through the doors, Alastor saw an enormous room coloured completely bright and white, much like the previous corridor. At different parts of the room were various objects and furniture. One corner had a desk with stacks of television monitors on top of it. Each one displayed either static or a different channel. Another had a massive control panel, with many switches, buttons, and screens all-over it. At the centre of the room, a white reclining chair, next to a small white table with a television remote could be spotted. And right in front of the chair, a relatively small television monitor stood still, on top of a cart with wheels. “Whoever designed this place clearly doesn’t understand how to use space.” Alastor commented. His disgust and hatred for televisions manifesting again upon seeing the many monitors around the immense room. “What I’m more curious about is why all these fucking TVs are everywhere?” Blitzo responded, with a little bit of curiosity about the purpose of this place. Following this brief exchange, the two demons looked around and explored the admittedly empty room. While Alastor looked at it all with distaste, Blitzo ran around it, eventually pressing random buttons on the large control panel that seemed to do nothing. While he went wild with those controls, Alastor soon grew bored of this so-called Television Room. Spotting the recliner, he made his way over to it. He looked at the remote and television on top of the cart and scoffed. Ignoring them, he sat down on the recliner. It made for a highly comfortable seat, as the Radio Demon leaned back into it a little bit.
A bit more time passed as Alastor became more and more comfy, while Blitzo kept playing with the control panel. Suddenly, one of the buttons he hit caused the television in front of Alastor to turn on. Its static boot-up noise and subsequent bright lights annoyed the sinner, who lost out on any further feelings of comfiness. A random sports channel played on the monitor, which Alastor did not care for one bit. Looking around the room from the chair, he spotted Blitzo playing with the panel. “Do you think you could be careful with what you’re doing there? I bet you have no idea with what you’re messing with.” Blitzo looked over at the sinner and thought nothing of what he just spoke. Continuing to play with those buttons and switches, Blitzo pressed another button that triggered something. Directly above where Alastor sat, a series of lights shined down on him, humming loudly as they sounded like they were charging up. The Radio Demon saw them as well and looked over at Blitzo. If his warning to the imp didn’t stop him, nothing would. He scoffed once more, as he thought about how to turn off the television on his own. Despite his slim knowledge of such technology, Alastor spotted the remote next to him, and picked it up. Examining it closely, he found what appeared to be the power button; all while those bright lights above grew brighter and charged up further. “Here we are. Time to shut this blasted thing off.” Having seemingly determined a way to shut the television off, Alastor pointed the remote towards the screen, and hit the power button.
zzzZZZZZAP!!!
In the blink of an eye and a bright white flash, Alastor disappeared. The remote falling onto the floor with a clattering sound, and both the television and set of lights shutting off. Blitzo, upon seeing and hearing this loud spectacle, stopped in his tracks, as his hand rested on the other side of a switch labelled “POWER” that had just been pulled to the on position. “Oh shit!” He shouted. Running to the chair and television where he last saw the demon, Blitzo began to panic. “Fuck, fuck! What have I done? He was just here a second ago… Al? Al, where are you?” He began to ask around loudly after talking to himself in frustration for a split second. He continued staring around the large room, all alone, until he remembered the remote that fell onto the floor. Picking it up, Blitzo too examined the remote, which housed many mostly-unlabelled buttons. With his claw on the on button, he pointed it at the television in nervousness, and pressed it. Another sound of static sounded through the monitor as the picture began to reappear. The same sports channel as before began showing again, with one notable different. On-screen, a tiny image of a familiar face could be spotted. Looking to be no more than a couple of inches tall, Alastor banged on the screen from within the monitor, causing many tiny sounds of tapping to be heard from inside the electronic. He stopped suddenly when he saw the enormous Blitzo from his point-of-view. “I don’t know what you did, you idiotic imp, but I’m trapped here. Do something and get me out before I figure it out myself and feast on your innards!” The sinner threateningly announced from inside the monitor. To say he was enraged at this moment would be an immense understatement. “Calm the fuck down in there. I’ll figure something out.” Blitzo assured the small Alastor.
Despite the words he just spoke, Blitzo remained transfixed at the tiny Radio Demon on the other side of the television screen. Was he seriously inside the television? Alastor stared up at the imp, still in a bout of anger. “What are you doing there, you piece of scum? Shouldn’t you be trying to fix me?!” Blitzo sighed subtly. “I know, but look at you. You’re so small in there. I can’t fucking believe my eyes! Seemingly having already forgotten about meeting a grisly end from the Radio Demon himself, the imp began to flick through the different channels on the television. With each change, Alastor and his small size found himself in a new environment. Transitioning from a cooking channel, to one about politics, towards movie and music channels, the news, and so many more. He constantly had to dodge the once-ordinary programs that now threatened his tiny stature, despite the grand power he possessed. As Blitzo flicked through more channels, he began to laugh crazily at Alastor’s predicament. The sinner attempted to speak to Blitzo, but found his words cut off with every change of the channel. “Stop - that…! Right – this – instant…!! Get – me – OUT OF – HERE!!!” Alastor angrily pleaded. After going on for a little while, Blitzo went back to the sports channel and stopped, wiping a tear from his eye as his laugher ceased. “I’m sorry Al. You have no idea how fucking ridiculous you look in there, and with all those different channels too. Lemme see what I can do now.” Blitzo half-assedly assured him this time. He began to look closely at the television remote again, only to spot something odd with the television monitor. The screen looked… off. As though he could stick his hand through it. Getting a seemingly brilliant idea, the imp pushed his hand inside of the television, and slowly grabbed Alastor, as he shouted “Wait, what in the blazes are you doing to me now?!” Blitzo’s giant hand grabbed the tip of Alastor’s tailcoat, and proceeded to pull him out of the television monitor. “Put me down!” Alastor shouted furiously. “See? You’re o… kay?” Blitzo spoke nervously, as another problem became immediately apparent:
Alastor was still tiny.
Standing at a measly two inches tall, Alastor looked up at Blitzo, who held him close towards his enormous face. The tiny demon had visible television static appearing around his body frequently, as a result of this accident. “Get me back to normal… NOW!” Alastor snapped. His more demonic features beginning to appear and shift on his face. Blitzo, being freaked out by this, quickly yet carefully placed the shrunken demon onto the floor. Scrambling frantically, he looked quickly at the remote, and pressed one of its many buttons. A bright white light shot out of it and zapped Alastor. In another blink of an eye, the demon himself flickered, exactly like a television channel. When he reappeared, there were some… massive differences he had undergone in that mere split second. He had grown back to size, no doubt. The problem being that he had grown too much. The once eight-foot-tall sinner now stood at ten. His entire body had grown larger overall, as though his real-life yet television signal of a body had been adjusted for a larger screen, despite now being back in the real, physical world of Hell. Facing down towards Blitzo, he looked around and realized what had happened to him. “I’m afraid you’ve made me too big, imp. Put me back to my rightful size, and don’t make any mistakes.” Blitzo looked at him in confusion. “Are you sure you weren’t always that big? You look the fucking same to me, deer.” He remarked, while chuckling a little. Alastor, instead of fighting back angrily, began to blush. Everything around him appeared much smaller than before. He tried to sit down on that chair again, only for him to be unable to fit in it properly. He simply outgrew it, along with his surroundings and everybody else; Blitzo especially. Looking quickly at the remote again in another attempt to fix Alastor, Blitzo hovered a claw above another random button. “Here! I think this is the right one.” Alastor sighed, and spoke to himself “Finally. It’s about time this madness finally ended.”
With another visible, physical channel change to Alastor’s body, he reappeared again, with even worse results than before. The sinner had grown again, becoming more of a towering giant at thirteen-feet-tall. His whole physique grew bigger all-over. “What in the nine circles are you doing to me?! You said that would be the right… button… oh dear…” Alastor said furiously, before shifting to pure embarrassment as another new realization settled inside his television-static body. For reasons unknown but surely related to his channels being changed, Alastor had put on weight. A lot of weight. Sporting a large potbelly, with immensely thickened thighs, legs, arms, hands, claws, and feet, the Radio Demon gained possibly a few hundred pounds of weight in an instant, if not more. Still standing up, but with his large head hunched over and body bent over to avoid hitting the roof, the sinner examined his fattened-up form. His suspenders, which were tucked away within the confines of his slim tailcoat, were now fully-exposed as they went to work, holding up his tightened trousers in their attempt to hold in his girth. Behind him, Alastor blushed even brighter as he saw a big, round rear end straining the other end of his pants, with a fully-exposed tail that had appeared to grow in sheer size. “Oh… oh my.” He spoke, blushing immensely brighter now, as his large tail twitched about. His entire outfit struggled to contain his new television-caused heft. Buttons all over his shirt and on his pants were now tight, while his tailcoat and suspenders stretched out to accommodate the much larger deer, in more ways than one. Blitzo, to say the least, looked stunned.
“Oh, my Satan. Look at you! You’re an absolute fatass now!!” The imp shouted in awe, at such a chunky demon being right in front of him. Alastor’s large face grew flushed at hearing such as comment, as he struggled to keep his head down low. “Gnn… why don’t you try another button down there, imp? One of them- grr… must work.” Alastor asked in a defeated tone, from the sheer embarrassment he felt. With no hesitation, Blitzo pressed another button and changed Alastor’s channel yet again. Suddenly, the living television signal fell back onto the floor, as his latest growth spurt finally caused him to bonk his head against the ceiling, creating a dent above. In the ensuing chaos of landing on his bum, both his shirt and pants button popped off his fat physique, while his suspenders gave up and snapped completely apart. Above the cramped demon, the roof slowly began to collapse, exposing more of the strange factory, while giving Alastor more room to grow. As the sinner huffed at his monstrous size, Blitzo began pressing multiple different buttons, one after the other. “Please let this be the end of my woes?” Alastor pleaded quietly. Following such a hopeful wish, Blitzo continued to repeatedly change Alastor’s channel, making him grow even bigger and gain more weight than ever before. The bits of static grew further in appearance and frequency around the large deer’s body, as he slowly filled the now-confining television room. A fitting name for a fitting living television image.
After what felt like an eternity, the enormous 50-foot-tall Alastor watched as Blitzo tucked the remote into one of his pockets. “I think I’ve tried every button on this fucking thing. It just keeps making you bigger. Y’know? You look like the perfect image size for one of those electronic billboards now.” Blitzo teased Alastor, as he walked over to where his behemoth buttcheeks rested. Slowly, with a huge grin, the imp began to feel a small portion of Alastor’s rear end. With what little room he had, the sinner looked back and blushed bright once again. “Could you please cut that out?” He asked, slightly annoyed. Blitzo climbed up his rear end and began to caress his gigantic tail. “But you’re so soft… and huge. I might as well enjoy this. And you might as well get used to this, because now I really have no fucking clue how to fix you.” As a long-forgotten feeling of dread filled the Radio Demon upon realizing he was stuck as a plump giant plucked right from the television signal he turned into, Blitzo slipped and fell back onto the ground. “Ah! Fuck!!” There, another button on the remote pressed against the floor upon impact, zapping Alastor and increasing his image size. Immediately, the floor began to crack all-over, as both demons stared at the destruction. “Oh dear.” “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding.” The floor caved in, and the giant deer and tiny imp (by comparison) fell into the even more enormous chocolate room, surely giving this incurable sinner plenty of room to broadcast his immense television image on the screen known as the reality of Hell.