u/LateMix1392

"Goddddddddd Mommmmmmm, you're righttttt, anal sex in your body is increadibleeeee"-Son

"I know honey, I can't beleive your Father never allowed me this pleasure, at least I can give it to you my son"-Mom

"Thanks Mom, you'reeee thee bestttttt...fuck you're good"-Son

"Yessss honey, it's very pleasurableeee on this sideee as well, can't believeeee he neverrrr did itttt"-Mom

"Wellllll I'm happyyyy you're giving itttt to mee knowww, nowwww pleaseeee cummmm!"-Son

"Anything for my sonnn!"

"Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"-Mom "Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"-Son

Open to RP

The trip had started normally enough. We’d practically sprinted into the cabin to claim our spots for the week. Mike snatched the master bedroom, Josh grabbed the spare, and since I was the slow one, I got stuck with the couch in the living room. While the other two were unpacking, I started poking around the dusty shelves and old cupboards, looking for something to do. That's when I found it. It was this weird, chunky remote with symbols I didn't recognize and a little screen that said “Reality Remote”.

I called the guys over, waving the thing around like a trophy. "I know this sounds fucking insane, but I think I just found a way to make this week ten times better," I told them.

Mike just rolled his eyes. "What, we're gonna watch your grandparents' old movies? I doubt there's even Wi-Fi out here."

I grinned, feeling a sudden surge of mischief. "Oh, Mike, this is way better than Netflix." I pointed the remote at him and mashed a few random buttons.

The change happened in a heartbeat. Mike let out a choked gasp as his frame shrank, his muscles softening into curves. Tattoos started blooming across his skin like ink spilling under the surface. He looked down, his face twisting in shock as he reached into his pants. "WHAT THE FUCK DUDE! Why am I covered in ink? And where the fuck did my dick go?!"

I was floored. I couldn't stop staring at the hot, tattooed girl standing where Mike used to be. "No way... did I actually just turn you into a girl?"

Mike wasn't exactly thrilled. He lunged at me, ripping the remote out of my hand. "You think this is funny? Oh, I'll show you funny!" He pointed the thing back at me and clicked a few buttons of his own.

A sudden heat slammed into me, starting at my chest and radiating downward. I felt my hips widen and my skin soften, though I stayed tan and lean. Then came the weight. I felt my breasts swell, pushing out against my shirt, growing larger and heavier than Mike's. I didn't even wait for the dizziness to fade before I slid one hand up under my shirt to squeeze my new tits, the nipples already hard and sensitive. My other hand dove down my pants, fingers searching and finding velvety, soaking wet folds where my cock used to be.

"Oh god," I moaned, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity straight to my core. I looked at Mike, who was now a gorgeous, inked babe. "I actually have to thank you. You made me a better you!"

While we were having this identity crisis, Josh was just standing there, enjoying the view. He was leaning back, his hand already working the throbbing bulge in his jeans. The sight of two half naked women arguing in front of him had clearly done the trick.

"Gross!" Mike and I yelled at the same time. "No way you're just playing with yourself in front of us!"

We looked at each other, a silent agreement passing between us. We didn't even have to speak. We both pointed the remote at Josh and let the magic hit him.

Josh started shaking, his body shrinking and shifting. Huge, voluptuous breasts sprouted from his chest, stretching his shirt tight. He didn't have any tattoos, just flawless, creamy skin. He was easily the most beautiful of the three of us. A smug look crossed his face, and he stepped toward us, his eyes dark with hunger.

"This isn't exactly how I pictured the week," Josh murmured, his voice now a sultry feminine purr. He reached out, sliding his hands down both my and Mike's pants at the same time, his fingers grazing our new, sensitive heat. "But I think we can make it work."

He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "So… how many of us can actually fit on your grandparents' bed?"

We all looked toward the bedroom and then back at the remote. "Guess it doesn't matter," I whispered, feeling a needy throb between my legs. "We can always make it bigger."

Who wants to see more of our adventures? We could be convinced to make a series out of our “misfortunes”.