What it's like to be a girl The Remote of Transformation chapter 17 by deleted_user

The pizza boxes were mostly empty, grease stains and crusts scattered across the coffee table. Vince lounged back on the couch, one massive arm draped along the backrest, his persistent hard-on still tenting his shorts like it had nowhere better to be. Paul sat stiffly in the armchair, trying (and failing) not to stare at the four enormous breasts currently occupying the living room. Linda slouched in her torn clothes, arms crossed under her own heavy rack, looking equal parts annoyed and amused.

Vince finally broke the charged silence, grinning at Brandon. “Alright, spill it, princess. What’s it actually like having a girl body? For real. The tits, the ass, the whole package. Is it as fun as you’re making it look?”

Paul nodded quickly, glasses fogging slightly. “Yeah… I mean, if you don’t mind sharing. It’s gotta feel really different, right?”

Brandon lit up like someone had flipped his spotlight on. He set his plate down, turned sideways on the couch so both boys got a perfect side-boob view, and launched in with breathless enthusiasm, his soft, ditzy voice bubbling over.

“Oh my gawd, you guys, it’s amazing. These tits—” he cupped the massive perky DDs and gave them a proud bounce, watching them jiggle hypnotically “—they’re so heavy but so firm. Every little move makes them sway and bounce. It feels powerful, like I’m carrying around built-in attention magnets. And this ass?” He stood up quickly, turned around, and gave his fat heart-shaped rear a firm slap. The loud clap echoed. “It’s ridiculous. It jiggles when I walk, it claps when I shift my weight, and sitting down? It spreads out all soft and pillowy. My hips sway whether I want them to or not. The center of gravity is totally different—everything moves in this bouncy, sensual way. Even breathing feels sexy. And the attention! Straight boys at the mall were staring so hard I thought their eyes would pop out. I’ve never felt that desired before. It’s addictive!”

He twirled again for emphasis, auburn hair swinging, tits and ass bouncing in perfect sync. “Honestly, you both need to try it. Vince, you’d look insane as a stacked blonde with your loud personality still intact. Paul, you’d be the cutest shy little nerd girl—”

Linda cut in with a loud, gravelly snort, sounding exactly like a cranky seventy-year-old watching kids play with fireworks.

“Bullshit,” she barked. “Listen to this one, struttin’ around like he invented tits. You’ve had that body for what, two hours? It ain’t all rainbows and bouncy fun, sparkle tits. Those things are gonna start hurtin’ your back by tonight. And that fat ass? Enjoy waddlin’ around when you gotta take a piss—everything’s in the way, and good luck wiping without smearing. You think the attention’s cute now? Wait ‘til some creep won’t leave you alone at the gas station. It gets old fast, trust me.”

Brandon pouted, hands on his wide hips, pushing his chest out. “But Linda, it feels so good right now! The way clothes hug every curve, the way my thighs rub together when I walk—”

“Yeah, yeah,” Linda interrupted again, rolling her eyes. “You don’t know shit yet. You ain’t had to deal with periods, or random dudes catcallin’ while you’re just tryin’ to buy milk, or these giant watermelons gettin’ sweaty underneath on a hot day. You’re still in the honeymoon phase, honey. Give it a full day and you’ll be beggin’ to switch back. Mark my words.”

Vince laughed, his cock twitching visibly at Brandon’s enthusiastic demonstration. “Damn, Mrs. H is brutal. But for real, Brandon, does it feel… sensitive? Like, everywhere?”

Brandon opened his mouth to answer with even more gushing detail, green eyes sparkling.

Linda groaned and reached for another slice. “Here we go again. This one’s gonna talk our ears off about how ‘empowering’ it is to have an ass that won’t quit. Just wait ‘til he tries to run or bend over to pick something up. Gravity’s a bitch.”

Paul shifted uncomfortably in his seat, clearly distracted by the constant jiggling happening all around him, while Vince kept staring with open, crass fascination.

The remote still sat on the table, untouched but tempting.