Back to Curvy The Remote of Transformation chapter 23 by deleted_user

While Linda was busy clutching her rumbling belly and glaring daggers at everyone, and Vince was still wheezing with laughter on the couch, Brandon saw his chance.

The stick-thin, flat-chested version of himself felt awful — no bounce, no sway, no power. He was done with it.

He quietly pointed the remote at his own narrow chest while the others were distracted by Linda’s latest gurgling stomach.

Change me back to that sexy auburn-haired bombshell body I had earlier — massive perky tits, tiny waist, wide hips, fat juicy ass, long smooth legs, the works. Keep the long wavy auburn hair, green eyes, full lips, and the soft breathy feminine voice. Everything else stays me.

The remote hummed softly. Blue light flickered over Brandon’s bony frame for just a second — quiet enough that no one noticed in the chaos.

The transformation hit fast and delicious.

His flat chest surged outward, swelling rapidly into the same glorious, gravity-defying DDs that strained against the now-too-tight black crop top. The fabric stretched with a soft creak as his tits ballooned into full, round perfection. His waist cinched in dramatically while his hips flared wide, ass inflating into two thick, heart-shaped cheeks that filled out the yoga pants until the seams looked ready to surrender. Skinny legs thickened into smooth, toned thighs. In seconds, Brandon was back to being a stacked, curvy auburn goddess — tits bouncing heavily, ass jiggling with every tiny shift in weight.

He let out a happy little sigh in his soft, breathy voice. “Mmm, much better…”

Brandon ran his hands down his restored curves, cupping the heavy undersides of his massive tits and giving them a satisfied squeeze. The familiar weight and bounce felt right. He shifted his hips, feeling that glorious ass clap softly, and couldn’t help but smile. The power was back. The sex appeal was back.

No one had noticed yet.

Linda was too busy fighting another rising fart, her face twisted in concentration. “Don’t you dare laugh, Vince. If one more of these rips out, I’m blamin’ all of you degenerates…”

PPFFFRRTTT!

A bubbly, wet fart escaped anyway, making her thick ass cheeks wobble in the torn jeans. The smell bloomed again — sharp and nasty.

Vince howled. “Another one! Damn, Mrs. H, you’re like a whoopee cushion with anger issues!”

Paul waved a hand in front of his face, looking queasy. “Maybe we should really open some windows…”

Brandon took the opportunity to strike a subtle pose — chest out, one hand on his wide hip, letting his restored curves do the talking. His auburn hair cascaded over one shoulder as he batted his green eyes innocently.

He cleared his throat in that breathy, slightly ditzy voice. “Um… guys?”

All three heads turned.

Linda’s eyes narrowed first. “You sneaky little shit! You changed yourself back while we were dealin’ with my new fart factory!”

Vince’s laughter died into a low whistle as his gaze raked over Brandon’s restored body — massive tits, tiny waist, fat ass packed into those yoga pants. His cock, which had never fully gone down, gave another obvious throb in his shorts. “Goddamn… welcome back, curves. You look even better than before.”

Paul’s face went scarlet again, his eyes flicking helplessly between Linda’s still-gassy bombshell body and Brandon’s freshly restored hourglass. He opened his mouth, closed it, then just stared.

Brandon grinned, giving his hips a little sway so his ass jiggled enticingly. “What? I couldn’t stay flat forever. That body was boring. This one… this one’s fun.” He cupped his heavy tits again, bouncing them lightly. “See? Much better. Now, Linda, about those side effects…”

Linda’s stomach gurgled loudly. She pointed an accusing finger, trying to look stern even as another fart threatened to escape. “Don’t you start teasin’ again, you busty traitor. Fix my guts or I swear I’m gonna crop-dust this whole room on purpose!”