David gulped as Andy clicked swiftly across the room, not even realizing his shoes had completely changed. He couldn't let his brother keep going down the same path his father was on... not if he could help it.
"Comment puis-je vous servir..." Andy began, before stopping himself. "Sorry, monsieur. I am, 'ow you say, rusty? I mean to say, how may I serve you?"
"Andy, don't you see? You're my brother, not my maid!"
"Brother?! Non. 'Ow could zat bee? Why you are not even les Français! Unless this is some sort of.. what you call, role play?"
"No! Come on, snap out of it."
"Snap out of what? I would be 'appy to snap out of my panties if eet would please you!" Andy stepped closer and gently placed his hands on David's belt buckle. David recoiled quickly.
"Andy! Please!"
"Who ees Andi? I am Yvonne. But of course you may call me any name you like, monsieur."
David kept backing away, not sure where to go or what to do. His brother, however, kept pace, trying to stay as close as possible. Finally, David felt his back against the wall.
"You seem uneasy monsieur. Perhaps you would enjoy a massage? Or maybe Yvette could join us when she 'as finished her chores?"
David stammered, trying to say no. But no words would come out. He felt powerless looking on as Andy's t-shirt began to stretch, the fabric suddenly strained to its limits by a pair of sizable tits. David clenched his eyes shut, trying to think of something - anything - to get him out of this mess. Something unsexy and normal, to use his new powers to change everything back. Then he felt Andy's soft breasts pressing against his body...
