New Girl Introduction The Remote of Transformation chapter 15 by deleted_user

Brandon strutted toward the apartment door in the killer black outfit—massive tits barely contained by the stretchy top, tiny waist flaring into that fat, heart-shaped ass that clapped softly with every step. Long auburn waves bounced down his back, green eyes sparkling with pure Brandon drama.

He didn’t knock. He just sauntered in like he owned the place.

The scene inside was… charged.

Vince was sprawled on the couch, still shirtless and ripped, his nine-inch cock still half-hard and tenting those loose shorts like it had been the entire time Brandon was gone. Linda (still in her torn blouse and shredded jeans) sat across from him in the armchair, arms crossed under her heavy tits, grumbling complaints in her gravelly voice while occasionally sneaking glances at Vince’s bulge.

Paul had apparently just returned with the pizza boxes and was setting them on the coffee table, looking awkward as hell.

All three heads snapped toward the door as the curvy auburn bombshell walked in, hips swaying, tits bouncing, ass jiggling in those painted-on yoga pants.

Vince sat up straight, eyes wide. “Holy fuck. Who the hell are you, gorgeous?”

Linda’s scowl deepened, her raspy old-lady voice barking, “We don’t need no door-to-door strippers in here, missy. Whatever you’re sellin’, we ain’t buyin’.”

Paul’s glasses nearly slid off his nose. “Um… hi? Are you… lost? Or selling something? The pizza’s already here, so—”

Brandon couldn’t hold it in. He planted one hand on his wide hip, pushed out his massive chest, and spoke in that soft, breathy, slightly ditzy new voice:

“Boys… and Linda… it’s me. Brandon.”

Dead silence for three full seconds.

Then chaos.

Vince’s jaw dropped so hard it was audible. “Bullshit.”

Linda leaned forward, squinting hard. “The fuck you say? Sparkle boy? No goddamn way. You sound like a phone-sex operator.”

Paul’s face went beet red. “B-Brandon? But… you’re… that body… those… oh my god.”

Brandon twirled slowly in the middle of the living room, letting them drink in the view: the way the crop top clung to his enormous perky tits, the dramatic curve of his waist, the way the yoga pants made his fat ass look like it belonged in a music video. He gave his hips a little shake for emphasis, watching all three pairs of eyes track the jiggle.

“Ta-da! Exact same fabulous me on the inside—flamboyant, gay as hell, still only into dick. But on the outside?” He ran his hands down his sides, cupping the undersides of his massive breasts and giving them a proud lift. “I turned myself into this stacked auburn goddess so I could try clothes on for Linda. You know, figure out what actually fits that ridiculous hourglass you gave her. But then… oh my god, you guys. The attention. The stares. That cute straight boy at the store practically came in his khakis just looking at my ass. I’ve never gotten ogled like that in my life. It’s addictive.”

He struck another pose, arching his back so his tits thrust forward and his ass popped. “These things bounce when I breathe. This ass claps when I walk. And the power trip? Chef’s kiss. I love it. You all have to try this. Seriously. Vince, you’d look insane as a girl with that cocky attitude still intact. Paul, you’d make the cutest shy little nerdette. Linda, you’re already living it and you know it feels good. Come on—group transformation party! Who’s first?”

Vince was grinning like a lunatic, eyes glued to Brandon’s curves. “Fuck yes. I’m down.”

Linda grumbled, but her eyes kept flicking over Brandon’s body with reluctant interest. “You sound like a damn valley girl now. And you’re tellin’ me you did all this just for clothes? Bullshit. You’re havin’ too much fun struttin’ around with them watermelons on your chest.”

Paul looked equal parts horrified and fascinated, cheeks burning. “Brandon… we should really think about this…”