Backfired Hottie The Remote of Transformation chapter 7 by deleted_user

Vince’s grin was pure chaos gremlin as he kept the remote pointed roughly in Kayla’s direction. His mind raced with filthy, hilarious images: hotter rave slut — bigger tits, way fatter ass, sluttier outfit, make her even hornier and louder than usual, glitter everywhere, permanent fuck-me eyes.

He mashed the big red ACTIVATE button without looking down.

Nothing happened to Kayla.

Instead, the remote’s lens was pointing straight back at Vince’s own massive chest.

Target acquired: Vince.

The blue scanning light swept over him again.

“Oh shi—!”

It hit like a glitter bomb exploding in his veins.

Vince’s already towering 6’4” frame stayed exactly that tall, muscles locked in place, but everything else went full rave-slut turbo. His hard pecs ballooned outward into two heavy, round, gravity-defying DD tits that strained and jiggled with every panicked breath. The nipples stiffened instantly into thick, puffy pink peaks that poked obscenely against nothing — because his shirt had already vanished, replaced by a skimpy, electric-purple crop top that barely covered the underboob and read “CUM SLUT” in sparkling rhinestones.

His waist cinched dramatically while his ass exploded. Those basketball shorts shredded with a loud riiiip, transforming into skin-tight, neon-pink booty shorts that rode so high they disappeared between two massive, heart-shaped globes of jiggling ass-flesh. The shorts were so short the bottom curve of each cheek hung out, and a tiny black thong strap was clearly visible wedged deep between them. His legs stayed powerfully muscled but gained a smooth, tanned sheen and a slutty sway even when he stood still.

His face shifted just enough — same cocky hazel eyes and mischievous grin, but now with full, glossy cock-sucking lips painted hot pink, heavy smoky makeup, and long purple lashes. Bright purple-and-pink hair cascaded down past his shoulders in messy waves, glitter sparkling across his cheeks and cleavage. A tiny diamond belly-button piercing appeared with a soft plink.

And between his thick thighs… the monster nine-inch cock remained, now painfully hard and tenting those tiny pink shorts so aggressively the fat head nearly poked out the bottom. His heavy balls were still there too, but the whole package looked even more obscene framed by that fat new ass and the glittering rhinestone waistband.

Vince — still very much “he” — looked down at himself, then back up at the stunned room.

His voice came out higher, breathier, dripping with the same crass energy but now wrapped in a sultry party-girl tone. “Well… fuck me sideways. I think I just turned myself into the hottest bitch at the rave.” He cupped his new massive tits with both hands and gave them a shameless bounce, watching them jiggle hypnotically. “Goddamn these things are heavy. And sensitive as shit. Feels like my nipples could cut glass.”

He spun around, showing off the massive, clapping ass that barely fit in those shorts. The motion made his cock slap audibly against his thigh. “Look at this fucking dump truck! Sis, you jealous yet?”

Kayla’s mouth hung open, eyes wide. “Vince… you absolute fucking degenerate. That’s… actually kinda hot? In a ‘my brother is now a stacked trap’ way.”

Paul’s face was beet red. He couldn’t stop staring at the way those huge tits rose and fell with every breath, or how the tiny shorts were losing the battle against Vince’s still-very-male bulge. “Vince… you… um… you should probably reverse that. Right now.”

Brandon fanned himself dramatically, eyes sparkling with delight even though his attraction stayed firmly on the male side. “Oh honey, the silhouette is serving. Those hips, that ass, those tits… the styling is a crime, but the body? Chef’s kiss. Still one hundred percent Vince energy though. I’m living.”

Vince laughed — a loud, goofy, horny sound — and struck a pose, one hand on his wide hip, the other hefting a tit. His cock throbbed visibly. “This feels fucking amazing. Everything’s so… bouncy. Sensitive. I kinda wanna go dance like this. Or bend over and see what this ass can do.” He wiggled his hips, making his cheeks clap once. “Remote’s still in my hand, nerds. Who’s next? Paulie? Wanna match me?”