Out for Errands The Remote of Transformation chapter 9 by deleted_user

Linda stood in the middle of the living room, arms crossed tightly under her massive new tits, which only made the torn blouse gape wider and the deep cleavage spill out even more. Shredded denim hung off her wide hips like defeated flags, and her tiny thong was doing a terrible job of containing her newly plump ass cheeks.

“Jesus H. Christ,” she grumbled. “I look like I just lost a fight with a wood chipper.”

Brandon clapped his hands together with dramatic flair, eyes lighting up like he’d just been handed a blank AmEx at Fashion Week. “Say no more, darling! Mama Brandon’s got you. I’ll run out and grab you some proper clothes. Something that actually flatters that killer hourglass—maybe a cute crop top, high-waisted shorts, or a little sundress that shows off those legs without looking like you crawled out of a trailer fire.”

Linda squinted at him. “You better not bring me back any of that slutty shit, sparkle boy. I ain’t goin’ out lookin’ like a damn stripper. But… fine. My old bra’s lyin’ on the floor in pieces anyway. Go on, then. And don’t take all damn day—I’m already gettin’ a draft up my new crack.”

Paul adjusted his glasses, cheeks still pink from the whole situation. He pulled out his phone, voice polite and earnest. “I’ll order some pizza while you’re gone. Pepperoni and sausage okay for everyone? I can run and pick it up once it’s ready. That way we can… you know, all sit down and talk about this remote like responsible adults.”

Vince lounged back against the couch, his towering 6’4” athlete’s body on full display. The loose basketball shorts were doing nothing to hide the growing tent at the front—his heavy nine-inch cock clearly thickening and rising at the sight of Linda’s half-naked, curvy form. He didn’t even try to hide it, just gave a lazy grin and scratched his eight-pack abs. “Pizza sounds perfect, Paulie. Extra cheese. And hey, take your time. Me and the new-and-improved Mrs. H can hold down the fort.”

Linda shot Vince a dirty look, but her eyes flicked down to the very obvious bulge for a split second. “Watch where you’re pointin’ that thing, meathead. I may look like a damn calendar girl now, but I’m still old enough to be your… well, not your grandma anymore, but you get the idea. Keep that monster in your shorts or I’ll smack it with a rolled-up eviction notice.”

Brandon grabbed his keys and wallet, already heading for the door with a swish of his silk robe. “Ta-ta, boys! I’ll be back with something fabulous. Linda, darling, trust me—you’re going to look serving.” He blew an exaggerated kiss and slipped out.

Paul followed a minute later, phone in hand as he finished the pizza order. “I’ll text when it’s ready. Don’t… do anything crazy while we’re gone, okay?” He gave Vince a pointed, shy look, then closed the door behind him.

The apartment fell quiet.

Now it was just Vince—tall, ripped, shirtless, with a very visible, throbbing tent in his shorts—and Linda, the cranky young bombshell standing there in rags, massive tits barely contained, wide hips and thick ass on full display.

Vince’s cock twitched visibly again, the fabric stretching tighter.

Linda narrowed her eyes, hands on her hips, voice pure grizzled old lady. “Well. Looks like it’s just you and me, big boy. You gonna behave, or is that baseball bat in your pants gonna cause problems?”