"Wait," Jeff whispered, her voice husky with desire. A desire she didn't know she had. "I have a confession to make." She stared into Paul's wondering eyes. Eyes that she could really fall in love with. Eyes that were technically her father's. Well, when she was his son, Jeff. "Grace?" Paul asked, suddenly worried. "I can explain my...," she hefted her heavy breasts. "There's a program on my... on Jeff's computer. It, well... maybe I should just show you." She walked Paul into her room, replete with the trappings of her former life. Well, after the weekend, it will still be my life, I guess, she thought. Jeff took her father to her computer where the Chronivac program still ran. A number of windows blinked all over on the screen, including the one that indicated that Paul was standing next to his son Jeff, not his wife Grace. Paul squinted as he scrunched up his face trying to puzzle out what he was looking at. "Look, Grace," he said, "I don't know what you're showing me here. What does this have to do with those huge tits of yours?" "Well, it's a program that let's you change anything about anyone. I gave myself some larger breasts as a... test." "You're kidding," Paul raised a skeptical eyebrow. Jeff took her seat at the computer and pulled up her profile with a few clicks. "No, it's true. Watch. Haven't you ever wondered how I'd look as a redhead?" She turned back to Paul with a smile. She watched his expression as she confirmed the change and her hair slowly shifted from a dull brown to a ravishing red. The soft hair floated before her eyes and she couldn't suppress her laughter when she saw Paul's slack jaw. "No way." He was speechless. He took Jeff's seat from her and stared at the screen incredulously. Jeff, meanwhile, teased her red hair, loving that feeling of it cascading through her fingertips. Paul turned back to her suddenly, his eyes wide. "I can change anyone with this?" "Of course," Jeff said with a whisper, her lips brushing close to his. Paul held her gaze for a moment before returning to the computer with a wide smile on his face. His fingers began running across the keyboard, filling the room with the clacking noise. "Mmmm? What are you doing?" Jeff asked, suddenly worried. She wasn't Grace. Paul was not her husband. She was Jeff, Paul and Grace's son. Her mother... er, his mother was just upstairs asleep in a crib. In a few hours she would wake up and want to nurse again. His mother would want to feed at her own breasts. The very thought of it left Jeff feeling... ...in charge. In control. In...explicably aroused. "There!" Paul interrupted Jeff's thoughts. He leaned back in his chair, his hand absently kneading Jeff's tit. "What'd you do?!" Jeff asked, suddenly worried. Paul only smiled as the changes began.