Horny Linda The Remote of Transformation chapter 22 by deleted_user

Brandon stared at the steaming, complaining pile of shit in horror, his stick-thin body trembling with panic. “Okay, okay, okay — shit, shit, shit, think!”

He pointed the remote at the sentient mound and focused hard, trying to undo the mess he’d made. The remote hummed. A bright blue light swept over the disgusting pile.

With a series of wet, squelching, reversing sounds, the shit began to reform. Chunks pulled back together, rising and reshaping into smooth skin, curves, and limbs. In under ten seconds, Linda was standing there again — early-twenties blonde knockout with perky DDs straining her torn blouse, wide hips, and that heart-shaped ass. She looked perfect.

She blinked, patted herself down, then scowled. “Well? Did it work? I don’t feel like a turd anymore, so that’s somethin’.”

Vince sat up, still grinning. “You look normal, Mrs. H. Nice tits again.”

Linda took a step forward — and immediately stumbled. She caught herself on the arm of the couch, then tried to straighten up.

Her voice came out exactly the same gravelly trailer-trash rasp, but now every word was accompanied by a soft, involuntary moan.

“Jesus Christ, what the — ohhh… fuck…” She shifted her weight and another moan slipped out. “Why the hell does walkin’ feel so goddamn good now?”

She took another step. A breathy, needy little whimper escaped her plump lips.

Brandon’s eyes widened. “Oh no…”

Linda tried to cross her arms under her breasts, but the motion made her nipples visibly harden under the torn fabric. She let out another involuntary moan, louder this time. “Mmmph… you little shit, what did you do? Every time I move… it feels like someone’s playin’ with my clit. These tits are so sensitive — ohhh fuck — even the air is teasing ‘em!”

She shifted her thighs together and her knees nearly buckled as a fresh wave of pleasure rolled through her. Her face flushed crimson, but the scowl stayed firmly in place.

“Every little movement… every jiggle… it’s like my whole body is one big erogenous zone now. I can feel my ass cheeks rubbin’ together and it’s makin’ me wet. This pussy is throbbin’ like a damn jackhammer just from standin’ here!”

Vince whistled low. “Damn. Side effects, huh?”

Linda took one more experimental step toward Brandon, ass clapping, tits bouncing, and let out a long, shaky moan that sounded way too pornographic for her cranky tone. “You fix this right now, you bony little freak! I can’t even yell at you properly without soundin’ like I’m mid-orgasm! Every time I get mad it feels… ohhh… even better!”

Paul finally stirred on the floor, groaning as he sat up. His eyes landed on Linda — now back to her stacked blonde form but clearly struggling to stay upright without moaning — and he immediately turned red again.

Brandon, still in his flat, stick-thin female body, clutched the remote tighter. “I… I was trying to make you normal! The remote must’ve added some kind of hyper-sensitivity side effect. Every movement, every jiggle… it turns you on. A lot.”

Linda glared at him, thighs pressing together as another involuntary whimper escaped. “You bet your flat ass it does. Now change me back to how I was before the shit incident — or at least fix this horny bullshit — before I start humpin’ the damn furniture just to make it stop!”