Pizza break The Remote of Transformation chapter 16 by deleted_user

“Nope. Not right now,” Paul said quickly, holding up both hands like he was surrendering to a hostage situation. His eyes kept darting between Brandon’s massive tits and Linda’s equally impressive cleavage, cheeks permanently pink. “We should eat first. Pizza’s getting cold. Let’s just… be normal for five minutes.”

Vince shrugged, still grinning like an idiot, his heavy nine-inch cock still visibly tenting those loose basketball shorts. “Fine by me. I can wait. But damn, Brandon, you’re really sellin’ the whole ‘try being a girl’ thing.”

Linda snorted, her gravelly voice cutting through the room like sandpaper. “You kids and your damn magic clicker. I already got turned into a walking pair of tits and an ass today. I ain’t in no hurry to watch the rest of you turn into sluts too. Pass me a slice before I starve.”

They settled around the coffee table with paper plates and greasy pepperoni pizza. The atmosphere was thick with awkward horniness.

Brandon, still in his killer black off-the-shoulder crop top and painted-on yoga pants, made sure to sit right next to Vince on the couch. Every time he leaned forward to grab another slice, his enormous perky tits nearly spilled out of the low neckline, bouncing heavily. He crossed his long legs, making his fat ass shift and jiggle against the cushion, then “accidentally” brushed his smooth thigh against Vince’s muscular one.

“Mmm, this pizza is so good,” Brandon purred in his soft, breathy new voice, licking sauce off his full lips while looking sideways at Vince’s obvious bulge. “But you know what’s even bigger and thicker? That monster you’re packing, Vince. God, it’s actually really sexy. The way it keeps twitching every time I move… I’m not even into women and I’m enjoying the show you’re putting on.”

Vince choked on his pizza, coughing as his cock visibly throbbed harder in the shorts, the fat head outlined clearly against the thin fabric. “Jesus Christ, Brandon. You’re killin’ me here. You sound all cute and ditzy but you’re talkin’ like a damn porn star.”

Brandon giggled, the breathy sound pure mischief, and leaned in closer so his heavy tits rested on Vince’s arm for a moment. “What? I’m just being honest. It’s a really nice dick. Thick, veiny, those big low-hanging balls… I could stare at it all night. You should be proud.”

Across the table, Paul was trying (and failing) to focus on his food. He had two busty goddesses—one cranky blonde landlady and one flirty auburn flirt—sitting right there in the same room, both with ridiculous curves that bounced and jiggled every time they reached for pizza or shifted in their seats. Linda’s torn blouse kept gaping open, flashing deep cleavage. Brandon’s crop top was basically a suggestion. Paul’s eyes kept flicking down to all the soft, bouncing flesh, then snapping back up guiltily. His pants were starting to feel uncomfortably tight.

“Paulie, you okay over there?” Brandon teased, voice light and airy. “You look a little… distracted. Is it the pizza, or the four giant tits at the table?”

Paul nearly dropped his slice. “I—I’m fine! Just… thinking about midterms. Yeah. Quantum mechanics.”

Linda grumbled around a mouthful of pizza, sounding like a seventy-year-old trucker. “You boys are all horny as hell. I can see your little nerd boner from here, Paul. And you—” she jabbed a finger at Vince “—put that damn baseball bat away before you knock the table over. This pizza ain’t free, and I ain’t payin’ for new furniture just ‘cause you can’t control your upgraded meat.”

Vince laughed, but his cock gave another obvious twitch as Brandon “accidentally” brushed his auburn hair against Vince’s shoulder and whispered, “It’s okay, big guy. I like that it’s reacting to me.”

The remote sat innocently on the table between the pizza boxes, screen faintly glowing, waiting for someone to crack.

The teasing continued. Brandon kept finding excuses to lean over, bounce, or let his ass jiggle while reaching for napkins. Paul kept stealing glances at both women, growing more flustered by the minute. Linda complained the whole time but never actually told anyone to stop looking.