Doubles Testing The Remote of Transformation chapter 15 by ThePanswapticon

Marcus leaned back against the dresser, still topless and smug as hell. “You know what’d make this data collection really interesting?”

Ethan didn’t even look up from the notebook he was furiously scribbling nonsense into. “If you stopped being a complete jackass?”

“Nope,” Marcus grinned. “If you joined me.”

Ethan froze. “What?”

“You. Me. Two smoking hot women.” Marcus waved his hands between them like he was presenting a magic trick. “We could see how the, uh… physics interact in close contact. You know, for science.”

Ethan whipped around, face burning. “Are you—Marcus, are you actually trying to seduce me?”

Marcus shrugged, unbothered. “Look, if I’m gonna be stuck in a body this hot, I might as well see how far I can push it. Don’t act like you’re not curious. You’ve been staring at me this whole time.”

“I have not!” Ethan snapped, then immediately realized how defensive that sounded.

Marcus smirked. “Come on, man. You’ve literally been touching me with that tape. And let me tell you, these boobs? Way better than yours. We could compare. You know… hands-on research.”

Ethan’s breath caught. He hated how part of him wanted to say yes, just to know what it felt like.

Marcus stepped closer, just enough for Ethan to feel the warmth of his skin. “What’s the matter? Afraid you’ll like it?”

Ethan swallowed. “Marcus. Don’t—”

“Don’t what? Don’t test the limits of your invention?” Marcus grinned wickedly and traced a finger along Ethan’s bare shoulder. “Seriously, you’re like… a solid ten right now. So am I. This could be the most legendary experiment ever.”

Ethan stepped back, bumping into the desk. “Marcus, I—”

Marcus tilted his head. “What if I ask nicely? You know I’m gonna keep pushing until you crack.”

Ethan’s face burned. “This isn’t—”

Marcus grinned and suddenly whispered, “Strip down, bro. Let’s see what you’re really packing as Lila.”

Ethan blinked. “You’re insane.”

“Insanely hot,” Marcus countered, spreading his arms like he was presenting himself. “You’ve already seen me. It’s only fair.”

Ethan stood frozen, Marcus’s words rattling around in his skull like loose screws.

“You’re serious,” Ethan said.

Marcus grinned. “Dead serious. Come on, dude. You’ve been dying to see what you look like under that hoodie ever since the zap, admit it. Hell, I’m dying to see it. Pure science. Side-by-side comparison.”

Ethan glanced at the Morphisizer remote on his desk like it was some kind of emergency eject button. “This is so not scientific.”

“Yeah, but it’ll be hilarious. And a little educational.” Marcus wagged his eyebrows. “Think of the data! Measurements, skin elasticity, jiggle physics, everything.”

“Marcus…”

“Come on, bro. What’s the worst that could happen? I’ve already been flashing you like some drunk spring breaker.”

Ethan muttered under his breath, but his fingers had already hooked under the hem of his hoodie. He paused.

“You’re such a bad influence.”

“Damn right I am,” Marcus said, grinning. “Do it, Lila 2.0.”

Ethan yanked off the hoodie, tossing it aside, standing in just a sports bra and pajama shorts. Marcus’s grin widened like a wolf spotting a rabbit.

“Holy—dude. You’re stacked,” Marcus said, leaning in to get a better look.

“Don’t look at me like that!” Ethan hissed, wrapping his arms over his chest.

Marcus just laughed. “Come on, what’s the point of being a girl if you’re gonna be shy? Off with the rest. We gotta see what we’re working with.”

Ethan hesitated… then kicked off the shorts, standing there awkwardly in just the bra and panties. His face burned, but some part of him felt a strange thrill—like he was breaking a rule he didn’t know existed.

Marcus tilted his head. “Not bad, bro. But… we can’t exactly compare through fabric, can we?”

“Marcus, I swear—”

Marcus gestured at his naked body. “Look at this body, man. I’m like an art exhibit.”

Ethan’s eyes involuntarily dipped down and immediately shot back up. “Oh my god. This is… this is wrong on so many levels.”

“Wrong? Dude, this is the most right thing I’ve ever done.” Marcus struck a pose, hands behind his head, chest out. “Come on. For science.”

Ethan stared for a long second, cheeks hot, then yanked the sports bra over his head and slipped the panties down.

“Holy shit.” Marcus’s grin turned predatory. “Bro. You’re way hotter than me.”

“Shut up,” Ethan muttered, crossing his arms.

“Don’t cross your arms, we gotta compare!” Marcus stepped in, practically face-to-face, their breasts brushing with every breath. “Dude, this is insane. Look at us. We’re like a pair of living Victoria’s Secret models.”

Ethan stumbled back slightly as Marcus laughed. “Marcus, what are you even doing?”

“Testing texture.” Marcus reached out, hands hovering just shy of Ethan’s chest. “Permission to… uh, compare?”

Ethan’s face burned. “…Fine. But quick.”

Marcus grinned like a devil and gently cupped Ethan’s boobs, giving them a little squeeze. “Oh my god, they’re perfect. Firm but soft. Like stress balls from heaven.”

“Marcus!” Ethan yelped.

“What? It’s for science!” Marcus said, kneading them a little more than necessary. “Man, if I had these all the time, I’d never leave the house.”

Ethan swatted his hands away, his face crimson. “This is so messed up.”

Marcus leaned in close, whispering, “You’re kind of into it though, huh?”

Ethan’s breath hitched. He didn’t answer.