Who Are You? The Remote of Transformation chapter 14 by deleted_user

Paul hurried toward the parking garage exit. He tried to jog, but the heavy DD breasts bounced heavily in the tight red tank top, drawing more than a few lingering stares from the swapped crowd. His long dark hair kept falling in his face.

There—by the automatic doors leading to the garage stairs—he finally spotted the construction worker body.

The big, bearded man in the safety vest and tool belt was standing awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot like he didn’t know what to do with all the muscle and mass. One massive hand kept drifting down to adjust the prominent bulge in the work jeans, then jerking away like it had burned him.

Paul waddled over as fast as his curvy legs would carry him. “Hey! You—in the construction guy body! I need the remote. It’s really important!”

The big man turned. The face was the same rugged, bearded one Paul had worn earlier, but the expression was pure panic. Wide eyes, trembling lower lip, shoulders hunched even though the body was built like a tank.

“Oh my god, finally someone who looks normal—well, hot, but normal-ish!” The deep, gravelly baritone didn’t match the terrified tone. “I’m Emily. I was just trying to buy a new phone case and then—poof—I’m this giant hairy dude with a… with a thing between my legs! It keeps moving! And it’s heavy! And when I touch it it gets even bigger and I don’t know what to do!”

Emily looked down at her massive calloused hands, then back up at Paul’s voluptuous figure. Her bearded face flushed bright red. “You’re really pretty. Like, super pretty. Please don’t leave me alone like this. Everyone’s screaming and swapping and I just want to go home and cry but I don’t even know where home is anymore because this isn’t my body!”

Paul sighed. “I’m Paul."

"Oh shit! You too?"

"Sort of. I caused most of this mess trying to fix the first round of changes. The remote should be in one of those vest pockets. Give it to me and I’ll try to set everything right. Again.”

Emily’s big hands fumbled through the pockets, finally pulling out the matte-black remote. She clutched it tightly for a second, then reluctantly held it out. “Here… but you’re not leaving me, right? I don’t want to be stuck as this smelly man forever. What if I have to pee standing up? What if someone wants to fight me? I’m only sixteen!”

Paul took the remote, the familiar weight feeling strangely comforting in his soft, feminine hand. “I’m not leaving you behind. Just… stay close. I’m going to try a careful reversal this time. No mass swaps. No random thoughts. Just put everyone back exactly where they belong.”

Emily nodded eagerly, the motion making the bearded chin wobble. She fell into step beside Paul, towering over his curvy Latina frame. The contrast was ridiculous: a stacked bombshell and a hulking construction worker walking side-by-side like it was normal.

As they moved back into the main mall corridor, Emily kept glancing down at Paul’s cleavage, then quickly looking away. “Your boobs are really big too… Does it, uh... how does it feel? Mine—his—keep swinging when I walk. It’s so weird.”

Paul flushed. “Yeah. It’s… a lot. Focus, Emily. We need to find a quiet spot so I can concentrate on the reversal without panicking again.”