Roommate Tits The Remote of Transformation chapter 10 by deleted_user

Paul — now a soft, petite brunette with wide doe eyes, shoulder-length chestnut hair, and an adorably shy flush across her freckled cheeks — stood frozen in the middle of the living room. Her new body felt… overwhelming. Narrow shoulders, tiny waist, wide hips, and a plush bubble butt that made her yoga pants stretch tight. But none of that compared to the two enormous H-cup breasts dominating her chest.

They were heavy. Warm. Ridiculously sensitive. And they were still very much Vince and Kayla.

Her hands hovered inches away from the massive, jiggling orbs, fingers trembling. The tight white tank top was stretched to its absolute limit, the thin fabric doing almost nothing to hide the thick, puffy pink nipples that had already stiffened into prominent peaks from the cool air and sheer embarrassment.

“I… I should probably check if you’re okay,” Paul whispered, voice soft and breathy in her new higher register. “Vince? Kayla? Can you… feel this?”

She gently cupped the undersides of both breasts with her small hands. The moment her palms made contact, a jolt of pleasure shot through her chest — warm, electric, and way too intense for simple skin. The left tit (Vince) wobbled heavily and seemed to push back into her touch, while the right (Kayla) gave a cheeky little bounce.

A faint, goofy voice vibrated through the soft flesh directly into Paul’s mind, loud and crass as ever: “Fuuuuck yeah, Paulie! Squeeze harder, these tits feel insane. My whole body is just… boob now. Sensitive as shit. Every little touch is going straight to my dick—wait, do I still have a dick in here? Feels like it!”

At the same time, Kayla’s wild, party-girl energy crackled through the right breast, her voice echoing with the same slutty enthusiasm: “Holy shit, this is wild! I’m literally your right tit, sis—er, bro? Whatever. Everything’s so soft and jiggly and horny. Pinch my nipple, I wanna see what happens!”

Paul’s face burned crimson. She gave an experimental squeeze, fingers sinking into the impossibly soft, warm tit-flesh. Both breasts responded instantly — jiggling wildly, nipples tightening even harder. A soft, involuntary moan slipped from Paul’s glossy lips as a warm throb pulsed between her new thighs. The sensation was ridiculous: every knead sent sparks of pleasure radiating outward, and she could feel Vince and Kayla’s personalities reacting in real time.

Vince’s left breast gave a lewd little bounce on its own. “Goddamn, these things are heavy. Bounce us! Walk around and let us slap together. I wanna feel what it’s like to be proper fuck-jugs. This is the funniest shit ever!”

Kayla’s right tit twitched, the nipple stiffening into a thick pink peak that begged for attention. “Fuck yes, squeeze me harder, nerd! I’m so sensitive—feels like my clit and my cock are both in my nipple at the same time. If you keep this up I’m gonna… oh shit, I think I can make the whole tit throb if I concentrate—”

The right breast suddenly pulsed warmly, sending a fresh wave of tingling pleasure straight down Paul’s spine. Her new pussy gave an embarrassing little clench, a hint of wetness already forming in her panties.

Brandon watched the whole thing with sparkling eyes, one hand over his mouth to stifle a delighted laugh. “Oh my god, Pauline, your roommates are the horniest breasts in existence. Look at them reacting! Vince is clearly trying to make the left one jiggle on command, and Kayla’s nipple is practically waving hello. This is performance art.”

Paul bit her lip, unable to stop herself from giving another gentle, curious squeeze. The massive tits wobbled heavily in her hands, soft and plush, the skin silky-smooth. Another shared moan — part Vince’s goofy groan, part Kayla’s wild laugh — vibrated through her chest.

“Don’t stop, Paulie! This feels way too good to reverse yet,” Vince’s voice teased inside her head. “Make us bounce more! Walk to the kitchen and back — I wanna feel these fat tits slap around!” Kayla added with glee.

Paul’s knees felt weak. Her new female body was betraying her — nipples aching, a growing warmth between her legs, and the constant, intimate awareness of her two chaotic roommates now living as her own hyper-sensitive breasts. She glanced down at the remote lying on the floor a few feet away, then back at the massive, quivering chest that used to be her friends.

The breasts jiggled expectantly, nipples stiff and eager.