"What you pointing at?" Frank asked, drawing a puzzled look from his little brother.
"What are you freakin' blind, the shoe shine guy!" John answered in an annoyed tone.
Frank looked over at the man who was shining a businessman's shoes, and at first nothing seemed out of the place, but then he looked at the businessman himself, who was about 29 years old, except his head was now securely fastened to the delicate neck of a M.I.L.F, about 45 years of age, and he was wearing a white tank top, a short yellow skirt and a pair of the highest heels either of them had ever seen, white leather pumps with 5-inch stiletto heels. The man's new DD-Cup breasts (implants) strained against the fabric of his skimpy top.
"Woah frick!!" Frank remarked, as the shoe shine guy cleaned the businessman's pumps and chatted away to him about the stock market of all things.
John then pointed out the other person who had been affected, a dark-haired middle-aged woman with make-up plastered onto her face, vainly trying to look younger, which ironically she did now, at least from the neck down. Her head now sat on the young businessman's buff body, dressed in his grey suit, white shirt and tie, with black loafers on her now large feet.
The sight of the woman swaying the man's hips like she had done when she had her own body almost made the brother gag, it wasn't the prettiest sight they had ever seen.
The brothers didn't hang around for too long, they needed to find the remote and the thieving teenager who had taken it from them.
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