As Mikey watched Jon work, he noticed his new mother become more and more antsy. After about a half hour, Jon couldn't seem to take it anymore. He stood up, and sauntered right into Mr. Steel's office. Vincent looked up to find locking the door, his eyebrows waning to tiny arches as he raised them in a telling way.
Mr. Steel laughed. "Alright, but nothing too serious. I have a business meeting in fifteen minutes.
"I know," Jon said, his feminine voice drooping with lust, "I scheduled it." He practically pounced on the older man, kissing him and running his dainty hands down his body. Vincent returned in kind, popping open Jon's shirt and tweaking his small nipples. They seemed to react to his touch, the areola and teats expanding until they were a proper womanly size.
Mikey watched in morbid fascination, unable to avert his eyes from the scene on the television. By now Vincent had moved on from Jon's nipples, pawing at the flesh beneath them. Again Jon's body responded, lumps of flesh growing in Vincent's hands until they were as large as Mikey's original mother's. Suddenly the couple noticed the time, and quickly disengaged before it could go any further.
Vincent cleared his throat as he straightened out his clothes, then looked back at Jon, who was re-buttoning his blouse over his now impressive bodice. "Well," he said sheepishly, "I'm off to my meeting. Enjoy your lunch."
Jon smiled back at him, a few faint lines on his face as he aged to a graceful thirty nine. "I will, thank you. I actually plan on surprising my youngest today with some food from his favorite barbeque."
Mikey started a bit, not sure what to make of this. His old mother had never shown up to any of her children's schools at lunch, but then again hopefully his old mother hadn't been having an affair with her boss. On the screen, Jon had collected his purse and headed off to his car, now very close to fulfilling his new role...
