Paul had enough.
He lunged off the couch, heart pounding like a scared rabbit, and snatched the remote right out of Vince’s massive hand. “Give me that! This is getting out of control. We are reversing everything right now before someone gets hurt—or worse, before we all end up on some government watch list.”
Vince threw his head back and laughed, deep and booming from his new barrel chest. “Paulie, you absolute dork. You don’t even know how—”
“Quiet!” Paul hissed, cheeks burning. He pointed the remote at Marcus first, squinting at the little screen like it was a calculus exam. Undo. Reverse. Make him normal again. He thought it as hard as he could, finger hovering over the big red ACTIVATE button.
Zzzzt.
Blue light swept over Marcus.
Marcus’s upgraded male body started shifting immediately. Broad shoulders narrowed with a soft pop. His tall, athletic frame compacted, hips flaring outward into wide, childbearing curves while his waist cinched dramatically. The tight white jeans stretched and reshaped around thickening thighs and a suddenly plump, heart-shaped ass that filled the denim to bursting. His chest ballooned forward into two heavy, round breasts that strained the cropped tee until the fabric rode up, exposing soft underboob. His face softened—cheekbones still high but now delicately feminine, lips plumping into a full pout, long lashes framing wide, surprised eyes. Dark hair cascaded down past his shoulders in silky waves. Between his legs, the impressive bulge inverted and reshaped with a wet, intimate little squelch, leaving a smooth, sensitive mound beneath the jeans. A faint, involuntary gasp escaped his newly soft throat as the changes settled.
Marcus blinked, then looked down at his—her—new body. “What the actual fuck, Paul?”
Still using his same sassy tone, just pitched higher and breathier now.
Paul’s eyes went wide behind his glasses. “No, wait—that wasn’t—”
He spun toward Brandon in a panic, trying to correct course. Undo! Reverse the last one! Make them normal! Finger slammed the button again.
Zzzzt.
The light hit Brandon.
His lean, gym-honed male frame melted and reformed in seconds. Shoulders slimmed, hips widened into a dramatic hourglass, ass rounding out into two firm, juicy globes that made the pink silk robe ride up teasingly. His chest swelled into a pair of perky, full C-cup breasts that jiggled with every startled breath, nipples visibly poking against the thin fabric. Legs lengthened and smoothed, becoming long and shapely. His face feminized beautifully—sharp features turning elegantly pretty, cheekbones softening, lips turning plush and glossy. Short hair grew out into stylish, tousled waves that framed his face. Between his thighs, everything tucked and inverted smoothly, leaving a neat, sensitive pussy that made him shift his weight with a little surprised inhale.
Brandon looked down, perfectly manicured hands cupping his new breasts experimentally. The robe had slipped open, giving everyone a clear view of smooth cleavage and the soft curve of his belly leading down to wide hips. “Well… this is certainly a look,” he said, voice now a smooth, confident alto that somehow still dripped with flamboyant flair. He turned sideways, admiring the dramatic sway of his new ass in the mirror across the room. “I mean, the hips are serving, darling. But Paul, sweetie, you absolute disaster.”
Marcus—still very much Marcus in personality—planted his hands on his newly wide hips and shot Paul a glare that was equal parts shock and amusement. His tight white jeans now hugged thick thighs and that fat, juicy ass like they were painted on. The cropped tee was stretched obscenely over a pair of heavy tits that bounced when he moved. “You tried to be the responsible one and turned us both into chicks? Iconic. Truly. Ten out of ten for execution.”
Vince was doubled over, laughing so hard his new eight-pack was on full display. “Oh my god, Paulie! You fucking nerd! Look at them! Marcus got the booty upgrade and Brandon’s rocking those tits like he was born for it. This is the best mistake ever!”
Paul stood frozen, remote clutched in his trembling hands, face tomato-red. The screen now read Targets: Marcus & Brandon – Female transformation complete.