Brother's tits

My earbuds were blasting, drowning out the afternoon traffic as I cut through the park, heading home. The sun was dipping, painting the sky orange and purple, but I was just thinking about my Xbox. That’s when I saw him – a homeless dude, maybe fifty, with a scraggly beard and eyes that seemed a little too wide. But what really caught my attention was his outfit: a bright pink sports bra, straining tight over what looked suspiciously like perky tits, and yoga pants that hugged a curvy ass a little too well. He was fumbling with something small and metallic, then dropped it, stumbling off muttering to himself.

I stopped, curiosity overriding my usual tunnel vision. It was a sleek, silver remote, no bigger than my hand, with a single glowing button. "Huh, wonder what this does?" I whispered, picking it up. It felt warm, almost alive, in my palm.

Lost in thought, I wasn't looking where I was going, and wham! I bumped right into someone. My phone clattered to the pavement. "Oh, shit! Sorry!"

It was Ashley, my neighbor. And man, Ashley was something else. Twenty-something, always showing off her assets, and today was no exception. She was rocking a tiny pink camisole that barely contained her massive, bouncing breasts, and white shorts so skimpy they were practically underwear. Her dark hair was pulled into a high ponytail, and she smelled like sweet vanilla and something musky.

"Watch it next time, kid," she said, her voice a little annoyed, but her eyes held a hint of amusement as she continued on her way, her hips swaying mesmerizingly.

I mumbled another apology, bent down to grab my phone, and as I straightened up, my thumb must have grazed that glowing button on the remote. I didn't feel anything, no flash, no tingle, just the usual city hum. Shrugging it off, I shoved the remote into my pocket and continued home, my mind already back on my game.

The apartment was quiet when I got in. "Yo, mom!" I yelled, but no answer. Probably still at work. I tossed my backpack on the couch and headed to the kitchen, thirsty. My older brother, Mark, was perched on a stool by the counter, absorbed in his phone, probably texting his latest girlfriend. Mark was twenty-two, all lean muscle and annoyingly perfect hair.

"Took you long enough, loser," Mark mumbled, not even looking up as I walked past him to the fridge. Same old Mark.

An idea sparked in my head. That remote. Mark was always busting my balls. Maybe this thing could… zap him? Probably just some dumb toy, but worth a try. With a mischievous grin, I pulled the remote from my pocket, aimed it at Mark's back, and playfully pressed the glowing button.

A blinding flash erupted from the remote, bathing the kitchen in an intense white light. I squeezed my eyes shut, my jaw clenching. When I opened them, the light was gone, and everything seemed normal. Mark was still on the stool, still on his phone.

"What the hell was that, dude?" Mark grumbled, finally turning around.

That’s when I saw it. And my jaw didn't just drop; it crashed to the floor.

Under Mark's head – his short, dark hair, his annoyingly handsome face, his trademark smirk – was Ashley's body. Her ridiculously ample breasts strained against the pink camisole, threatening to spill out. Her toned midriff was exposed above the tiny white shorts, which were indeed practically underwear, hugging a curvy, fleshy ass that now belonged to my brother. Even the subtle scent of vanilla and musk that lingered on Ashley was now emanating from him.

"What the hell are you staring at, freak?" Mark asked, his voice cracking slightly, still holding his phone up.

"You... you got... tits!" I blurted, pointing a trembling finger at his chest.

Mark glanced down, then back at me, a confused frown replacing his smirk. He cupped one of his new, enormous breasts, his fingers kneading the soft flesh. "Yeah, and? What, you checking your brother's tits out now? Gross, dude, that's so gay!" He said, his voice laced with disgust, completely oblivious to the impossible reality of the situation. The camisole shifted, giving me a glimpse of deep cleavage and the shadow of hard nipples. My own dick, against my will, twitched in my pants. This was going to be… a very long night.