Still not into women The Remote of Transformation chapter 11 by deleted_user

Inside Brandon’s bedroom, the mood had shifted from curious exploration to full-on testing the waters.

Brandon had Marcus bent gently over the edge of the bed, one hand sliding between those thick thighs from behind while the other cupped a heavy, swaying breast. His fingers brushed tentatively over Marcus’s new pussy—soft, warm, already a little slick from all the touching and nipple play. Marcus let out a breathy giggle that turned into a small gasp when Brandon’s fingertip circled the clit.

“Mmm… okay, that feels… different,” Marcus murmured, voice still dripping with sass even in its higher pitch. “Kinda nice. Like a warm buzz. Keep going, babe.”

Brandon pressed closer, his own perky tits squishing against Marcus’s back, his free hand reaching around to squeeze one of those heavy DDs. Their bodies fit together soft and curvy—ass against hips, tits against back—but something was missing. Brandon’s mind kept flashing back to Marcus’s old lean, hard body, the way his cock used to feel sliding into him. This was all plush and yielding. No hardness, no familiar thrust. Just warmth and wetness and… weirdness.

Marcus pushed back experimentally, grinding his plump ass against Brandon’s mound. “Your turn. Touch me like you used to—wait, no, that’s not—” He reached back, fingers slipping between Brandon’s thighs to stroke the new pussy there. It felt good, technically. Sensitive. The clit throbbed under the touch. But it was like rubbing two pillows together. No spark. No heat in the gut the way it used to hit when they were both hard and horny as men.

After a couple more minutes of awkward fingering, mutual boob squeezing, and increasingly half-hearted moans, they both stopped at the same time.

Brandon pulled his hand away first, laughing softly as he flopped onto the bed on his back, tits jiggling with the motion. “Okay… this is not working. At all.”

Marcus collapsed next to him. “Right? It feels… fine? Like a massage or something. But my brain is still screaming ‘where’s the dick?’ Every time I look at your tits I think ‘cute’ but my pussy is like ‘meh, next.’”

Brandon snorted, covering his face with one arm while his other hand idly played with his own nipple. “Same. I love women—fashion, makeup, the whole aesthetic—but sexually? Still very much a cock connoisseur. This is like trying to eat salad when you’re craving a steak. Polite, but disappointing.”

They looked at each other and burst out laughing—genuine, belly-shaking laughter that made their new breasts wobble and jiggle wildly. Marcus’s fat ass bounced on the mattress as he rolled onto his side. “We’re the world’s worst lesbians. Two gay dudes turned into hot chicks and we can’t even scissor properly. Iconic failure.”

“Tragic,” Brandon laughed. “The remote gave us perfect bodies and zero sexual chemistry. At least the tits feel amazing when you squeeze them. That part’s a win.”

Marcus sat up, giving his heavy breasts another experimental heft and letting them drop with a soft slap. “True. These things are fun to play with. But if I’m gonna get off, I still want something thick and veiny attached to a cocky idiot who knows how to use it.” He grinned wickedly. “Like the giant meathead currently laughing at us in the living room.”

Brandon smirked, standing up and shrugging the pink silk robe back on, though it did little to hide his curves. “Exactly. Let’s go rescue poor Paul before Vince corrupts him completely.”

"I was going to say we rescue Vince... and bring him in here to see what these bodies can really do."

Still giggling and trading playful swats on each other’s plump asses, the two curvy ex-boys opened the door and stepped back into the living room.

Paul was sitting on the couch, shirt barely containing his massive D-cups, face buried in his hands in eternal embarrassment. Vince lounged beside him, still gloriously male and built, remote in hand, grinning like Christmas had come early.

Brandon struck a pose in the doorway, robe slipping off one smooth shoulder. “Well, boys… experiment concluded. Verdict: we make terrible lesbians. Zero stars. Would not recommend.”

Marcus leaned against the doorframe, hips cocked, heavy tits on full display. “Turns out gay brains don’t flip just because the hardware changes. Who knew?”

Vince howled with laughter. “Told you! Pussy is wasted on you two.”