What's the Big Deal? The Remote of Transformation chapter 12 by deleted_user

Brandon and Marcus finally emerged from the bedroom, flushed, glowing, and still completely naked. Both had that unmistakable post-orgasm sheen on their skin and a lazy, satisfied smirk.

Paul, still struggling to keep his own oversized shirt closed over his massive D-cup tits, saw the two were naked and turned beet red and looked anywhere else. Vince, lounging on the couch like a king, grinned wide.

“Holy shit!” Vince boomed, that deep athletic voice full of filthy amusement. “I could hear every fucking moan through the walls, you sluts. ‘Oh god, my clit!’ ‘Harder, I’m cumming!’ Sounded like a goddamn porno in there. So spill—what’s all the fuss about? Pussy that good?”

Brandon struck a pose, one hand on his curvy hip, the other fluffing his tousled waves. “Darling, it was transcendent. Best orgasm of my life, and I’ve had some legendary ones. These new bodies know exactly how to rub the right spots. No performance anxiety, just pure, wet, grinding bliss.”

Marcus cupped his heavy tits and gave them a playful bounce, watching them slap together. “Yeah, and apparently girl-on-girl still works even if our brains are screaming ‘we like dick.’ My new pussy doesn’t care about logic—it just wants to get fingered until it squirts.”

Vince’s hazel eyes sparkled with pure chaos. He snatched the remote off the coffee table. “Fuck that. I wanna know what the fuss is about personally. No more secondhand moaning.” He pointed the remote straight at Marcus.

Zzzzt.

The blue light enveloped both of them for a split second.

In an instant, everything flipped.

Vince’s towering, ripped male athlete body suddenly had Marcus’s sassy personality behind the wheel. Marcus blinked, then looked down at his own massive eight-pack, huge arms, and that thick nine-inch cock still swinging heavy between his legs. “Whoa… still me in here, but damn, this body feels like cheating at life. These muscles… this dick… I could fuck for days like this.”

Vince looked down at himself and burst out laughing immediately. “Holy shit! Look at these fat fucking tits!” He grabbed the heavy DDs with both hands, squeezing and jiggling them roughly, making them bounce wildly. “And this ass—goddamn, it’s like two basketballs back here! No wonder you bitches were moaning. This pussy feels… empty as hell. Kinda tingly though.”

He spread his thick thighs a little, one hand shamelessly sliding down, fingers brushing the sensitive lips. “Feels weird. Wet already? Damn. So this is what all the fuss is about. Heavy tits swinging, ass jiggling, and a sloppy little cunt that wants attention.”

Marcus flexed one massive arm experimentally, then grabbed his new nine-inch cock and gave it a slow stroke, watching it thicken. “Okay… this is fucking awesome. I’ve got muscles for days and a dick that could split someone in half. But I still feel like me—still want to suck a good cock and wear cute shit.”

Brandon watched the whole swap with delighted fascination, his own naked female body still on full display. Paul just sat there, mortified, trying desperately to hide his own massive breasts while the chaos unfolded.

Vince kept groping himself shamelessly. “Alright, who’s next? This pussy ain’t gonna finger itself!”