Vince/Linda Swap The Remote of Transformation chapter 11 by deleted_user

The world flipped.

Vince felt a sickening lurch, like someone had yanked his soul out through his spine. His towering 6’4” athlete’s frame suddenly felt… wrong. Lighter. Softer. His heavy nine-inch cock vanished in an instant, replaced by a strange, empty ache between his legs and a pair of massive, heavy tits that slammed onto his chest with a jiggle. Long platinum blonde hair cascaded over his shoulders. Wide hips. Thick, plush ass. Smooth, sensitive skin everywhere.

He staggered, hands flying up to cup the enormous perky breasts now attached to him. “What the—holy fuck! These tits are huge!” His voice came out high, feminine, and breathy, but the words were still pure Vince—loud, crass, and shocked. “Linda! My dick’s gone! I’ve got a fucking pussy now! And these things—” He squeezed his new tits, eyes rolling back a little as a surprised moan slipped out. “Shit, they’re sensitive as hell!”

Across from him, Linda blinked rapidly, adjusting to the sudden shift. She was now standing at 6’4”, packed with dense muscle, broad shoulders, thick arms, and powerful legs. Between her legs swung a heavy, semi-hard nine-inch cock and low-hanging balls that felt obscenely full. She looked down at her new massive hands, flexed one bicep experimentally, then reached down and gave the thick cock a curious heft.

“Well I’ll be damned,” she muttered in that same grizzled trailer-trash rasp, now coming from Vince’s deep baritone chest. It sounded ridiculous—like a seventy-year-old woman trapped in a young male pornstar’s body. “This thing’s heavier than it looks. Swingin’ around like a damn pendulum. And these arms… Jesus, I could probably bench a truck with these guns.”

She rolled her new shoulders, making the eight-pack abs flex, then gave the fat cock another experimental tug. It twitched and started thickening noticeably under her grip. “Huh. No wonder you were so damn insistent. This monster’s got a mind of its own.”

Vince (in Linda’s smoking-hot blonde bombshell body) stared at his old body with wide, feminine eyes, hands still kneading the massive tits spilling out of the torn blouse. His new wide hips shifted, plush ass jiggling, and he could already feel a warm, slick heat building between his smooth thighs. “This is so fuckin’ weird! My ass feels huge back there. And my pussy… shit, it’s gettin’ wet just from standin’ here. Linda, you better not be gettin’ hard in my body right now!”

Linda (in Vince’s ripped male athlete body) smirked with Vince’s chiseled face, but the expression was pure old-lady Hargrove. “Too late, hot stuff. This thing’s already half-mast and throbbin’. Feels like I could fuck through concrete with it.” She gave the swelling cock another slow stroke, watching it lengthen and thicken. “You gonna keep squeezin’ those fat titties, or are we gonna talk about switchin’ back before the pizza gets here?”

Vince whimpered softly as he accidentally brushed a nipple, sending sparks straight to his new clit. His blonde hair fell over one eye as he glared. “This body’s a goddamn traitor… everything feels too good.”