Annoyed Baby The Remote of Transformation chapter 23 by deleted_user

Baby Linda’s chubby face turned beet red with pure, unfiltered rage. She kicked her tiny legs so hard her diaper crinkled loudly, milk spatters from Vince’s leaking tits still glistening on the coffee table and floor around her.

“I can’t take this shit anymore!” she shrieked in her gravelly, high-pitched baby voice. “You’re standin’ there playin’ with your new udders like a horny dairy cow, squirting milk everywhere, fingerin’ your fresh pussy, moanin’ like a damn porn star — and I’m stuck in this stupid onesie with a saggy diaper! Enough!”

She gripped the remote with both chubby hands, aimed it straight at Vince, and the remote chirped obediently. Blue light flared.

Vince barely had time to protest. “Hey, wait a sec— I was just gettin’ into—”

The transformation reversed violently.

Her heavy, milk-laden breasts shrank rapidly, milk production cutting off as they flattened back into thick, striated pectorals. Wide hips narrowed, thick ass deflated, soft belly tightened into a rock-hard eight-pack. Between her legs, the sensitive pussy sealed up and pushed outward, rapidly reforming into Vince’s familiar nine-inch cock and heavy balls, which swung back into place with a meaty slap against his thighs. Height shot back up to 6’4”. Shoulders broadened. The soaked white tank top and black shorts reformed into his original loose basketball shorts (now properly tented again by his restored monster cock).

In seconds, Vince was back — shirtless, ripped, grinning like an idiot, his massive dick once again proudly outlined in the front of his shorts.

“Aww, man!” Vince complained, though he was already laughing. He gave his restored cock a quick, shameless adjustment. “I was just startin’ to enjoy those leaky tits. They felt fuckin’ weird but kinda awesome. The milk thing was gross… but also hot in a messed-up way.”

Baby Linda dropped the remote onto the carpet with a soft thud, breathing hard through her tiny nose. “There. Fixed. No more cow show. I couldn’t listen to you moanin’ and squirting for one more second. My ears are burnin’ and I’m still starvin’ in this stupid baby body.”

Brandon (still annoyingly stick-thin and flat) threw his bony hands in the air. “Finally! Thank you, Linda. That was disgusting. And embarrassing. And way too much information.”

Paul, who had been hiding near the hallway the entire time, let out a shaky breath and stepped a little closer, still flushed. “Okay… good. Everyone’s… mostly back to normal. Sort of. Can we please stop zapping each other for five minutes? This is getting completely out of hand.”

Vince flexed his restored biceps, clearly happy to be back in his powerful male form, but his eyes kept drifting over to Brandon’s rail-thin body and then down to the angry baby on the floor. “So… now what? We got a cranky toddler landlady, a human toothpick, and me back to prime beef. Remote’s on the floor. Somebody’s gotta fix the rest of this mess.”

Baby Linda glared up at all of them from her spot on the carpet, arms crossed over her tiny chest. “Yeah. Fix me first, you degenerates. I’m tired of this diaper and I’m still hungry as hell. Somebody better order more food or I’m gonna start cryin’ for real.”