Vince's Glow-Up The Remote of Transformation chapter 4 by deleted_user

A soft blue light swept over Vince’s obese frame like a scanner at the airport. He yelped—not from pain, but from the sudden electric buzz that raced through every fat cell.

“Holy shit—here it comes!”

His gut started shrinking first, the pale, hairy dome collapsing inward with wet, squelching sounds like someone letting air out of a beach ball. Rolls melted away in fast-forward, revealing a tightening waist and the sharp V-lines of an athlete. His man-tits deflated, pectorals swelling outward into thick, striated slabs of muscle. Shoulders ballooned, arms lengthening and hardening into veined pythons. His neck thickened, jaw sharpening, while his face stayed recognizably Vince—just hotter: same mischievous hazel eyes, same cocky grin, now framed by a square, stubbled jaw and high cheekbones.

His legs cracked and stretched. Thighs exploded with quad muscle, calves turning into diamonds. Height shot upward until he towered at 6’4”. The basketball shorts that once strained around his massive ass now hung loose for half a second… then tented obscenely as his cock surged.

“Fuuuuck yes!” Vince groaned, voice dropping an octave into a smooth, cocky baritone. He yanked the waistband down without shame. Out flopped his new prize—thick, semi-hard already, easily nine inches of veiny, upward-curving meat with a fat, flushed head and heavy, pendulous balls swinging beneath. It twitched once, thickening further under their stares.

Paul’s glasses nearly slid off his face. “Jesus Christ, Vince…”

Brandon let out a low, appreciative whistle, fanning himself with one hand. “Well, hello, Daddy. That thing is obscene.”

New Vince rolled his massive shoulders, muscles popping and flexing with every tiny movement. He was shirtless still, but now the body was pure fitness-model porn: tanned, smooth except for a treasure trail leading straight down to that monster cock. He cupped his new package, weighing it, giving it a slow, lewd stroke that made it throb visibly.

“Goddamn. Feels like I could fuck through a wall with this thing. Heavy as hell. Look at these balls—swinging like wrecking balls.” He grinned wide, that same class-clown spark still burning in his eyes. “Your turn, nerd.”

He pointed the remote lazily at Paul, screen already reading Target acquired: Paul.