Try For Yourself The Remote of Transformation chapter 18 by deleted_user

Brandon threw his hands up, auburn waves bouncing dramatically. His massive tits jiggled with the motion as he let out an exasperated little huff in that soft, breathy voice.

“Oh my gawd, Linda, you are such a buzzkill! I’m trying to share the magic and you keep yapping about back pain and wiping and periods like some grumpy old lady at bingo night. If you two boys are so curious, then stop asking questions and just experience it already!”

Before anyone could react, Brandon snatched the remote off the coffee table. The screen lit up instantly: Targets acquired: Paul and Vince.

Vince’s eyes widened, a big stupid grin spreading across his chiseled face. “Whoa, hold up—”

Paul’s mouth opened in panic. “Brandon, wait—!”

Too late.

Brandon pointed the remote at both of them at once and the remote chirped twice. A bright blue wave swept over both boys at the same time.

“Fuuuuck—!” Vince yelped, voice already pitching higher.

Paul just squeaked, hands flying to his chest.

The changes hit like a comedy explosion.

Vince went first, because of course he did. His towering 6’4” muscle-god frame shrank rapidly, bones cracking and reshaping as he dropped to a curvy 5’7”. His broad shoulders narrowed, waist cinched in hard, hips exploding outward while his ass ballooned into two thick, clapping cheeks that immediately stretched and then shredded the front of his basketball shorts. His heavy pecs swelled outward into massive, round, perky tits that bounced wildly as they grew. His face softened but kept the same goofy, cocky grin and hazel eyes, now framed by long, messy blonde hair that tumbled down his back. His voice cracked mid-laugh into a loud, brassy feminine tone that somehow still sounded exactly like Vince.

“Holy shit, these things are huge!” New Vince laughed, grabbing his massive tits with both hands and giving them a gleeful shake. The motion sent them bouncing everywhere. “Look at these fuckin’ melons! And this ass—goddamn, it’s like I sat on two pillows!”

Paul’s transformation was quieter but no less dramatic. The shy nerd shrank down to a petite 5’4”, his slim frame curving out into the same exaggerated hourglass. His chest pushed forward into a pair of big, soft, perky breasts that strained against his button-up shirt until the buttons popped off one by one. His hips widened with a soft pop, ass rounding out into a plump, jiggly bubble butt that split the seat of his pants. His face became adorably feminine — big doe eyes behind his glasses, soft cheeks, long dark brown hair falling around his shoulders. His voice came out as a quiet, embarrassed squeak.

“Oh no… oh gosh…” Paul whispered, hands fluttering over his new huge tits, trying unsuccessfully to cover them as her cheeks burned crimson. “They’re so… heavy. And everything feels so… wobbly.”

Both new girls stood there in the ruins of their old clothes — Vince’s shredded shorts hanging off his wide hips like Linda's had earlier, Paul’s shirt hanging open over a bouncing chest and torn pants barely clinging to thick thighs and ass.

Brandon clapped his hands delightedly, his own curves jiggling. “See?! Now you get it! Isn’t it fun?”

Vince (now a loud, stacked blonde) immediately started strutting around the living room, ass clapping with every step, laughing his head off. “This is awesome! I feel like I could knock someone out with these tits! Paulie, look at you — you’re adorable!”

Paul just stood there frozen, hands cupping his new breasts, glasses slightly askew, looking mortified but undeniably curious as he shifted his weight and felt his ass jiggle.

Linda groaned loudly from her chair, sounding like the world’s crankiest seventy-year-old watching a circus. “Great. Now there’s four of us with giant racks. You happy now, sparkle tits? Just wait ‘til they gotta pee or try to run. You don’t know what you’ve started.”