(Note: The effects of Jeff’s touch last for an hour)
Jeff embraced his mother, touching her bare hands in the process. As he pulled back, he was able to see how she changed: her chestnut brown hair became a stylish bob; some of her belly fat transferred to her butt and thighs while the rest melted away; her boobs went from B’s to F’s; and her pajamas under the robe melted away, leaving only a lacy bra and panties visible beneath. Her facial features became much prettier.
“Thanks, honey, I’m glad you’re not too old to give your mother a hug once in a while,” she semi-joked as she returned to cooking breakfast, unaware that she’d ever been any different.
“Of course,” Jeff said, trying desperately not to ogle his own mom.
Then, his father came in. He was a relatively short and thin guy, with a tenor voice. Jeff saw opportunity and hugged him too, taking his father by surprise.
As he pulled away, Jeff watched his father grow in every direction, becoming tall, broad and muscular. His jaw sharpened and his face grew stubble all over, which showed off the new rugged features. His clothes grew just big enough not to explode, which showed off his new anaconda in his pants and meant his white collared shirt was unbuttoned down past his massive pecs.
“Morning to you, too, son,” he said to Jeff in a deep baritone. His dad leaned over his mom and hugged and kissed her from behind, as she faintly protested. “Pick up where we left off tonight, gorgeous?” Jeff distinctly heard him whisper to his mom, who blushed.
Jeff drank in the sight of his now very sexy parents, knowing they’d be normal when he saw them again. Then he finished his breakfast and headed out the door to school, eager to spread his Sexy Touch there.