Unwanted Glow-Up The Remote of Transformation chapter 16 by deleted_user

Brandon wasn’t about to let a little hesitation ruin the fun. He snatched the remote off the coffee table before anyone could protest, his auburn waves bouncing as he spun toward Paul with a wicked, breathy giggle.

“Oh come on, Paulie. Don’t be such a shy little mouse. You bought the damn thing — time to see what it feels like! Trust me, it’s fabulous.”

Paul backed up a step, hands raised, voice cracking with panic. “Brandon, wait — I really don’t think —”

Too late.

Brandon pointed the remote straight at him and the remote hummed. Blue light engulfed Paul.

“Oh no — oh shit —” Paul squeaked as the change slammed into him.

His height shot upward first, bones lengthening with soft cracks until he stood at a willowy 5’10”. His shoulders narrowed, waist cinched in, hips flared just enough to give a feminine sway. His chest swelled into two small, perky B-cups that sat high and tight on a lean frame. Ass rounded out into a firm, heart-shaped bubble that filled out his suddenly baggy jeans. His face sharpened into elegant, model-like features — high cheekbones, full lips, big doe-like hazel eyes framed by long, silky dark hair that spilled down past his shoulders. The last of his masculine bulk melted away into smooth, lithe curves.

When the light faded, Paul stood there in clothes that now hung loosely on his new tall, slender, undeniably sexy female body. He looked like a shy runway model who’d accidentally wandered into a nerd convention — elegant, leggy, and quietly stunning.

Paul looked down at himself, face flushing crimson. His hands flew to his chest, then his narrower hips, then back up to touch the long dark hair.

“Th-this isn’t funny!” he squeaked in his exact same shy, polite voice, now sounding adorably embarrassed coming from that pretty face. “Brandon! Change me back right now! I feel… exposed. These legs are too long and everything’s… moving differently. I don’t like this at all!”

He tried to pull his baggy shirt tighter around his small breasts, but it only accentuated the gentle curves. His new long legs shifted awkwardly, thighs rubbing together in a way that made him blush harder.

Vince, meanwhile, was leaning forward on the couch like a kid at Christmas, eyes roaming appreciatively over Paul’s new lithe form — the long legs, the perky little tits, the firm ass, the elegant neck and sharp cheekbones. His heavy cock twitched visibly in his shorts, the tent growing even more obvious.

“Goddamn, Paulie,” Vince laughed, voice thick with horny amusement. “You look fine as hell. Tall drink of water with legs for days and that cute little ass. Three sexy chicks in the apartment now? Best day ever. Keep her just like that, Brandon — she’s perfect.”

Linda snorted from her chair, arms still crossed under her massive tits, her gravelly old-lady voice dripping with sarcasm. “Look at you, bookworm. All leggy and awkward like a baby deer in heels. At least you ain’t got these bowling balls bouncin’ around like mine. Still, you do clean up nice, I’ll give ya that.”

Paul hugged himself tighter, mortified, cheeks burning as he felt Vince’s shameless ogling. “This is humiliating… I can feel my… my chest moving when I breathe. And my hair keeps getting in my face. Vince, stop staring like that!”

Brandon clapped his hands delightedly, his own massive tits jiggling in the tight black crop top. “See? You look gorgeous, Paul! Elegant, sexy, lithe — total model vibes. Admit it, the legs are killer. Now we’ve got tall nerd girl, cranky trailer bombshell, and fabulous auburn goddess. The group is serving.”

Vince grinned wider, not even pretending to hide how much he was enjoying being surrounded by three curvy women — one of them still very much his embarrassed roommate.