Paul hits himself The Remote of Transformation chapter 9 by deleted_user

Paul’s hands were shaking so badly the remote felt like it might slip right out of his sweaty palms. “Okay, okay, I can fix this. Just… reverse. Undo. Make them normal again. Please.”

He pointed the remote first at Marcus, then swept it toward Brandon, and his finger jabbed the ACTIVATE button twice in quick succession.

Zzzzt. Zzzzt.

The blue light flashed again—except this time it bounced. Or looped. Or the remote simply got confused by Paul’s frantic, overlapping thoughts. Instead of flowing outward, the energy snapped back like a rubber band and slammed straight into Paul’s own chest.

“Oh no—”

The change hit him like a warm, tingling tidal wave.

Paul gasped, knees buckling as his slim, nerdy male frame began to shrink. His shoulders narrowed, hips flaring outward with a series of soft, wet pops that made his pants tighten uncomfortably before they started to loosen and reshape around newly thickening thighs. His waist cinched in sharply, creating a soft, hourglass curve. His chest swelled forward—slow at first, then faster—two sensitive mounds pushing out into full, heavy D-cup breasts that strained against his button-up shirt until the buttons popped open one by one. Pale, smooth skin spilled into view, soft and jiggly, with puffy pink nipples that tightened instantly in the cool apartment air.

“F-fuck—!” Paul squeaked, voice cracking upward into a soft, breathy soprano.

His face rounded out, cheekbones softening, lips plumping into a naturally pouty shape. Glasses still perched on a smaller, cuter nose. Short brown hair lengthened and softened into a shoulder-length bob with gentle waves. Between his legs, his cock and balls pulled inward with a slick, intimate sensation that made his thighs press together instinctively. The feeling of everything tucking and folding into a warm, sensitive pussy left him dizzy.

His pants slid down slightly on narrower hips before the fabric adjusted. The whole process took less than twenty seconds, but it felt like forever—every inch of his body reshaping, softening, becoming undeniably female.

Paul looked down at himself—at the heavy breasts rising and falling with each panicked breath, at the soft curve of his belly leading to wide hips and thick thighs, at the unmistakable feminine gape between his legs. His shirt hung open, giving everyone a perfect view of pale cleavage and the gentle jiggle with every tiny movement.

“I… I didn’t mean…” he stammered in that new soft, embarrassed voice, hands flying up to cover his chest only to realize how much there was to cover. The motion made his breasts squish together noticeably. “This isn’t what I—oh god.”

Vince was laughing so hard he had to lean against the wall, his massive new athlete body shaking. “Paulie! Holy shit, you actually did it! Look at those tits! You went full nerdy bookworm chick. Adorable. And that little squeak? I’m saving that forever.”

Marcus grinned wide and gave his own new tits a playful bounce. “Welcome to the club, sweetheart. Those glasses still look cute as hell on you.”

Brandon clapped his hands together delightedly. “Oh my god, Paul, you’re precious. That shy little blush with those big soft tits? Chef’s kiss. We match now! Trio of accidental girls. How does it feel down there, darling? Tingly? Sensitive?”

Paul’s new face burned crimson. He tugged his shirt closed as best he could, but the fabric barely contained his chest. His nipples were traitorously hard from all the stimulation, and the strange, warm emptiness between his legs made him shift awkwardly, thighs rubbing together in a way that sent an unexpected little spark up his spine.