Paul's Escape The Remote of Transformation chapter 17 by deleted_user

Paul set his half-eaten slice down with shaky hands, his face burning hotter than the pizza oven. His cock was rock-hard in his jeans, painfully obvious if anyone looked too closely, and right now two pairs of massive, jiggling tits and one fat, clapping ass were making it impossible to think straight.

“I, uh… I need to use the bathroom,” he mumbled, voice tight and polite as always. “Be right back. Don’t… don’t do anything crazy while I’m gone.”

He stood up too fast, nearly knocking over his soda, and power-walked down the short hallway toward the bathroom, shoulders hunched like he was trying to disappear into his hoodie. The door clicked shut behind him with a little more force than necessary.

Back in the living room, the energy shifted immediately.

Vince let out a loud, barking laugh, his eight-pack flexing as he leaned back on the couch. His massive tent hadn’t gone down at all — if anything, Paul’s awkward exit made it twitch harder. “Poor Paulie. Dude’s probably in there right now jerkin’ it to the memory of all these tits bouncin’ around. Can’t blame him. Look at you two.”

He gestured with his pizza crust at Brandon and Linda, both still very much on display.

Brandon giggled in his soft, breathy voice and stretched languidly, arms overhead so his enormous perky tits lifted and strained against the black crop top. The motion made his tiny waist look even smaller and his fat ass shift heavily on the couch cushion. “Aww, he’s so cute when he’s flustered. All that shy, studious energy… and then boom, two busty girls flaunting it right in front of him. I bet he’s in there right now trying not to moan too loud.”

Linda took another big bite of pizza, chewing with zero grace while her torn blouse gaped open, flashing deep cleavage. She wiped sauce off her chin with the back of her hand and grumbled in her signature gravelly trailer-trash voice, “That boy’s gonna pop a blood vessel if he keeps starin’ at my new rack like it’s gonna solve his midterms. These tits are ridiculous. Every time I reach for a slice they damn near slap me in the face. And you—” she pointed a greasy finger at Brandon “—stop teasin’ Vince’s dick like it’s your new favorite toy. The damn thing’s been pointin’ at the ceiling since you walked in lookin’ like a centerfold.”

Vince grinned wider, not even pretending to hide the way his nine-inch cock throbbed visibly in his shorts. “Hey, I’m enjoyin’ the show. Brandon keeps bouncin’ those big fake-lookin’ tits and shakin’ that ass every time he laughs. It’s fuckin’ hypnotic. You gonna keep teasin’ me all night, new girl, or are we actually gonna do somethin’ with this remote?”

Brandon leaned over and “accidentally” let his heavy breast brush Vince’s muscular arm again, green eyes sparkling with mischief. “Who, me? I’m just being friendly. But I have to admit… your upgraded cock is genuinely sexy. Thick, veiny, those heavy balls… it’s doing things to me even though I’m still very gay. Maybe I should keep this body a little longer just to keep torturing you.”

Linda rolled her eyes so hard it looked painful. “You two are gonna make me sick. Horny idiots. Pass me another slice before I decide to zap both of you into nuns just to get some peace and quiet.”

The remote sat on the coffee table, screen still faintly glowing next to the nearly empty pizza boxes.

From down the hall came the faint sound of the bathroom fan clicking on — Paul clearly trying to compose himself.