More Girl Talk The Remote of Transformation chapter 18 by deleted_user

Brandon’s green eyes sparkled with pure mischief as he caught the hungry look on Vince’s face and the flustered fidgeting from Paul. He planted both hands on his wide hips, pushing his massive tits forward so they strained even harder against the tight black crop top.

“You know what? Words aren’t enough,” he said in that soft, breathy, slightly ditzy voice. “You boys need the full experience. Come on—hands-on demo. No actual sex, just… scientific curiosity. Vince, you’ve been staring at these things and that fat ass the whole time your big dick’s been trying to rip through your shorts. Paul, you look like you’re about to combust from trying not to look. Get over here.”

Vince didn’t need to be told twice. He scooted forward on the couch, grinning like a kid who just got invited backstage at a strip club. “Fuck yeah. This I gotta feel.”

Paul hesitated, cheeks burning crimson. “I—I don’t know if that’s appropriate…”

“Oh hush, Paulie,” Brandon giggled, stepping closer until he was standing right in front of them. “It’s just touching. For educational purposes. Think of it as gender studies.”

He took Vince’s big, calloused hand first and placed it firmly on the underside of his left breast. The heavy, perky tit filled Vince’s palm and then some, warm and impossibly soft yet firm.

“Feel that weight?” Brandon purred, giving a little bounce so the breast jiggled heavily in Vince’s grip. “They’re so much heavier than they look. Every step makes them bounce and pull. And they’re sensitive—especially the nipples. Go ahead, give ‘em a gentle squeeze.”

Vince let out a low whistle, squeezing experimentally. His thick fingers sank into the soft flesh. “Holy shit. These are legit. Heavy as fuck but they bounce right back. Feels way better than I expected.”

Brandon moaned softly—more theatrical than horny—and turned slightly so his fat ass was presented to both of them. “Now the main event. This ass has been clapping all afternoon.” He reached back, grabbed Vince’s other hand, and planted it right on one plump cheek. “Slap it. Feel how it jiggles.”

Vince gave a firm smack. CLAP. The thick cheek rippled and bounced wildly, the yoga pants doing nothing to hide the motion.

“Goddamn,” Vince laughed, giving it another playful slap. “That thing’s got its own echo. So soft but so thick. I could play with this all day.”

Paul was staring, mouth slightly open, his own erection now obviously tenting his pants. Brandon noticed and beckoned him closer with one finger.

“Your turn, shy boy. Don’t be scared. Just cup them. Feel how they move when I breathe.”

Paul’s hand trembled as he reached out and gently rested his palm on Brandon’s right tit. The weight settled into his hand immediately. Brandon arched his back a little, making both breasts push forward.

“See? They’re warm. They move with every breath. And when I walk, they bounce like crazy. It’s this constant, bouncy reminder that you’re carrying around sex appeal 24/7.”

Linda watched the whole scene from her chair, arms still crossed under her own massive rack, her gravelly voice dripping with sarcastic commentary.

“Look at you two idiots, groping the new girl like you’ve never seen tits before. News flash: they get heavy. They get sweaty. They start achin’ after a couple hours of bouncin’ around. And that fat ass you’re smacking? Try sittin’ on it for more than ten minutes—it goes numb. Brandon here’s still in the ‘everything’s new and exciting’ phase. Give it ‘til tomorrow when he has to shave his legs or deal with a wedgie up that giant crack and he’ll be singin’ a different tune.”

Brandon stuck his tongue out at her, still enjoying the attention as Vince gave his ass another firm squeeze and Paul gently explored the weight of his breasts with shy fascination.

“See? They’re loving it,” Brandon said breathily. “You should both try it. Just once. The remote’s right there.”

Vince’s cock throbbed visibly harder in his shorts from all the touching. Paul looked like he might pass out from embarrassment and arousal at the same time. Linda just shook her head, muttering about “horny dumbasses.”