A completely changed Walter

"Well, Frank, do you like me better that way?" said the wrong Mrs. Hohmann in her dumb female bimbo voice.

"Walter?! How did you do that?"

"With my newest invention, the iBod! It works in such a way that it moves your body into a subspace pocket while it wraps a hologram around your actual body! Does that sound understandable to you?"

"Wow! That was the single most intelligent sentence this woman has ever said to me!" Frank said and took a step towards 'Mrs. Hohmann', stretched out his arms and, to Walter's regret, began to grab her breasts with both hands. Before 'Mrs. Hohmann' could say anything against it, he began to knead it thoroughly. "Are you crazy! Take your hands off my breasts immediately!" shouted 'Mrs. Hohmann' and wanted to go back and slap Frank in the face. She came with her elbow to the iBod, which was on the table behind her and immediately fell to the floor. 'Mrs. Hohmann' turned around startled, bent down rather inelegantly and examined the iBod. "Shit! If it's broken now ..."

While 'Mrs. Hohmann' inspected the iBod, she presented Frank with a first-class view of her well-trained ass. Frank couldn't resist the sight any longer and fondled 'Mrs. Hohmann's bottom. What does he do!? Frank, you piglet! I know that the back of the Hohmann looks good, especially in such a tight dress, but surely he still knows that I'm in it right now, or has all the blood gone from his brain? Well, I'll show him! Frank heard a faint 'Fizz' and suddenly no longer had Hohmann's ass cheeks in a bathing suit in front of his face, but Walter's in a pair of tight jeans.

"Lucky, the iBod still works! But, Frank ... are you gay or why are you fiddling with my ass?" asked the 48-year-old inventor. "Definitely not and even if I did, I wouldn't be into you!" answered Frank and immediately let go of Walter's buttocks. "Walter, do you actually know what you invented? What possibilities are opening up there?". "But I certainly know what I invented and what you could do with it, that's why I invited you over to my place." said Walter as he turned to Frank. The small bulge in Frank's sweatpants drew Walter's eyes. "Did you really get a latte off my ass?" "But not from your ass, from Mrs. Hohmann's of course." said Frank, but he was still uncomfortable because it was still his friend's butt somewhere.