Just the Two of Them The Remote of Transformation chapter 10 by deleted_user

The door clicked shut behind Paul and Brandon, leaving the apartment suddenly quieter than it had been in months.

Vince sprawled on the couch like he owned it, all six-foot-four of ripped muscle on display. His basketball shorts were doing a heroic but failing job of containing the thick, heavy nine-inch cock that had been steadily tenting the fabric since Linda’s transformation. It throbbed visibly every time he shifted, the outline of the fat head and veiny shaft impossible to ignore.

Linda stood a few feet away, arms still crossed under her massive perky tits, which only pushed them higher and made the torn blouse gape wider. Her shredded jeans barely clung to her wide hips, and that tiny thong was riding high between her plump ass cheeks. She glared at him with the exact same sour expression she’d worn for years—now on a stunning twenty-something face.

Vince grinned, that same goofy, class-clown spark in his eyes. “So… just you and me, Hot Hargrove. Or should I say Hot Linda?” He gave his hips a little roll, making his massive bulge bounce. “We got the place to ourselves. You’re lookin’ like a goddamn pornstar, I’m packin’ this upgraded dick… seems like a waste not to test drive the new equipment, right? C’mon. One quick ride. I’ll even let you be on top so those big tits can bounce in my face.”

Linda’s gravelly voice came out sharp and unimpressed. “Boy, you got some nerve. I may look like I just stepped off the cover of Sluts Monthly, but inside I’m still the same woman who used to threaten to evict your ass for playin’ music too loud at 2 a.m. Keep that monster in your shorts or I’ll smack it with a frying pan.”

Vince laughed, not deterred in the slightest. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, letting the tent in his shorts point straight at her. “Aw, come on, Linda. Look at you—tits like that, ass like that, and you’re tellin’ me you don’t feel even a little curious? I bet that new pussy’s already gettin’ wet just from me lookin’ at you. We could have some fun. No strings. Just two roommates blowin’ off steam.”

Linda’s eyes narrowed, but her cheeks flushed a little. She uncrossed her arms only to plant her hands on her hips, which made her hourglass figure pop even more dramatically. “Steam? The only steam I want is from the pizza oven. You keep talkin’ like that and I’ll zap you into a Ken doll with this remote. I ain’t some horny co-ed just because you gave me these watermelons up top. Back off, meathead.”

Vince stood up slowly, towering over her, that heavy cock now straining so hard against the shorts that the waistband was pulled away from his abs. He gave her his best charming, crass grin. “Third time’s the charm, right? C’mon, Linda. One time. I’ll be gentle… at first. You can yell at me the whole time if it makes you feel better. Bet those new tits are extra sensitive. I could just—”

That was as far as he got.

Linda’s eyes flashed with pure irritation. Without thinking, she snatched the remote off the coffee table, pointed it straight at Vince’s chest, and—still thinking about how annoying his persistent horny bullshit was and how unfairly hot his new body looked—squeezed the trigger.

Blue light flashed.

Vince’s eyes widened. “Whoa, wait—Linda, what the fu—”

The change hit him instantly.