Kenny watched as Marco trembled, still on his knees, begging for mercy. He tightened his grip on the remote, his decision solidifying in his mind. Marco had caused enough chaos, and there was only one way to ensure he learned his lesson.
"Sorry, Marco," Kenny said, his voice dripping with false sympathy. "But you’ve had your fun. Now it’s time to go back to what you really are.”
Before Marco could react, Kenny pressed the button on the remote, this time with full intent. A glowing light enveloped Marco’s body, and within seconds, his youthful form began to change.
Marco groaned as his son's lean, athletic teenage body morphed. His muscles softened, his face aged rapidly, and his once-flat stomach ballooned outward. Layers of thick hair sprouted across his chest, arms, and face as his gut expanded, pressing against the fabric of Carl’s now undersized teenage clothes. His shirt stretched to the limit, barely holding together, and his jeans strained uncomfortably around his thicker thighs and expanding waistline.
By the time the transformation was complete, Marco was once again a reflection of his true self—a big, fat, hairy Latino bear dad, completely out of place in Carl’s stretched and shredded teenage clothing.
“Wh-what did you do?!” Marco cried, looking down at himself in horror. His belly sagged over his waistband, his chest covered in thick hair that poked out from the straining collar of Carl’s t-shirt. The clothes were comically tight, and his gut hung low, exposing a bit of his hairy stomach. He looked absolutely ridiculous.
Kenny crossed his arms, smirking as he took in the sight. “Look at you,” he teased, unable to suppress his laughter. “You’re way too big for Carl’s clothes now! I mean, come on, Marco—how do you expect to fit into anything like that?”
Marco tugged at the tight shirt, trying desperately to cover himself, but it was useless. He was a bear of a man, bursting out of the too-small clothes. “This isn’t fair!” he whined, his voice now deeper and more gruff. “I can’t stay like this!”
Kenny leaned in, his grin widening. “Oh, you’re staying like that, Marco. Consider it a little reminder of what happens when you mess with other people's bodies.”
Marco looked down at his large, hairy body in dismay. “But my clothes—they don’t fit anymore!”
Kenny chuckled, shaking his head. “Well, that’s too bad, isn’t it? Maybe next time you won’t steal a transformation remote and try to ruin everyone’s lives.”
"But this is Carl's body!" Marco explained. "At least let him stay a teenager."
"You'll have to work it out with your genius son whenever you find him." With that, Kenny turned on his heel, pocketing the remote as he walked away. Marco tried to call after him, but Kenny waved dismissively over his shoulder. “Good luck finding clothes that fit, Marco. Maybe you can swing by a big and tall store.”
Satisfied, Kenny made his way back to the gym where Luke—still in Martin’s 300 pound dad body—was waiting. When he arrived, Luke was lounging on a bench, looking more comfortable in Martin’s big body by the minute.
Kenny tossed him the remote with a confident grin. “Mission accomplished, sir,” he said. “Marco’s back to his old self. Well, his old self. Fat, hairy, and out of shape. I gotta be honest. He looked kinda hot.”
Luke, now fully embracing his new dad body, caught the remote and chuckled. “Nice job, Kenny. Sounds like you gave him exactly what he deserved.” He patted his belly with satisfaction, a proud smirk crossing his face. “I think he’ll think twice before messing with us again.”
Kenny nodded, feeling a sense of accomplishment wash over him. “Yeah, I don’t think he’ll be causing any more trouble anytime soon. Not after seeing himself in the mirror.”
Luke grinned, holding the remote tightly. “Well done, Kenny. You handled it perfectly.”
Kenny took a deep breath, he felt his face flush looking Luke up and down. And he felt his son's teenage cock stiffen inside his black cyber armor. He hit the button on his watch to power down and approached the big Asian Daddy before him. Already he was wild with desire to fool around again, and he could tell by the twinkle in Martin's eyes that Luke was feeling the same way.