He makes the pretty flight attendant believe she's his sister!

What could he type? It had to be something which removed all the animosity that lady had towards him. Suddenly he was struck with the perfect idea.

Define new reality for selected target:

Brooke is my little sister who loves me more than anything in the world.

He hovered over Enter.

Fuck it. One more word. Couldn’t help himself.

Lesbian.

He hit Enter. The screen pulsed violet, then went blank.

Nothing.

A full minute of silence followed. Ji-yeon’s hand slid down his arm, curious. “Baby, what are you doing with your phone?”

Then, they heard footsteps. Fast. Heels hammering back toward them.

Edward tensed, ready for security, ready for handcuffs.

But the figure that burst around the corner wasn’t angry anymore.

Brooke was running, full sprint, face lit up like she’d just spotted her favorite person in the universe. Her uniform was the same crisp white blouse and black pencil skirt, hair still in that tight professional bun, but her body… fuck.

The app had listened. Even though he’d mentioned nothing about her body.

Her chest, once modest, almost flat under the blouse was now massive. The white fabric strained, buttons pulling, gaps showing lace bra and deep cleavage with every bounce as she ran. Her hips swayed wider, ass rounder, the skirt riding up her thighs. Legs longer, stockings sheer, heels higher. She looked like every mile-high fantasy he’d ever jerked off to, dialed up to impossible.

“Why didn’t you tell me you’d be visiting me, big bro?” she squealed, voice high and bubbly, all traces of cold professionalism gone.

She launched herself at him.

Arms around his neck, body slamming into his, her newly huge tits squishing hard against his chest, soft, heavy and warm. The impact knocked him back a step, right into Ji-yeon, who caught him with a soft laugh, her own bare breasts pressing into his back.

Edward was trapped, squeezed between two beautiful women, both with ample, perfect tits mashing him from front and back.

Life couldn’t get better.

Brooke nuzzled his neck, giggling, her hands roaming his chest like she couldn’t stop touching him. “I missed you so much,” she whispered, lips brushing his ear. “You never visit me anymore.”

Ji-yeon’s arms slid around his waist from behind, chin resting on his shoulder, her voice warm and teasing. “Who’s this pretty girl, baby?”

He barely noticed it but there was some confusion on Brooke’s face before her eyes flashed purple again. He hadn’t seen it but the same had happened with Ji-yeon behind him.

Brooke pulled back just enough to look at Ji-yeon, eyes lighting up. “Oh my God…Mommy!” She squealed again, reaching past Edward to hug her too, the three of them tangled in a messy, tit-heavy embrace. “You look amazing! Those shorts are so cute.”

Ji-yeon laughed, squeezing Brooke’s waist. “Thank you, sweetie. Your uniform looks a little… tight today.”

Brooke glanced down at her bursting blouse, buttons straining, and grinned shamelessly. “Yeah, I’ve been growing again. Big bro loves it though, don’t you?” She turned back to Edward, batting her lashes, pressing her tits harder against him.

Edward’s cock, still out, still hard, throbbed between them, trapped against Brooke’s skirt. Neither woman seemed to care. In fact, Brooke’s hand drifted down, fingers brushing the head like it was the most natural thing.

Ji-yeon noticed, smiling proudly. “Look at you two. So close. Mommy loves seeing her babies get along.”

Brooke bit her lip, eyes on Edward, flirty and adoring. “He’s the best big brother ever.” Her voice dropped, playful. “Always taking care of me.”

An old man passed in the corridor, glancing at the three of them tangled together, Edward’s pants around his ankles, cock out, two women with massive tits hugging him like he was the center of their universe.

He smiled politely and kept walking, albeit a bit scandalised. They had to get back to looking decent.

Brooke tugged his hand, pouting. “Come sit with me at the gate? My break’s almost over, but I wanna be with you.” She pressed closer, her tits squishing again, nipple hard against his chest through the blouse.

Ji-yeon kissed his cheek, hand sliding down to cup his bare ass. “Mommy’ll come too. We can all wait together.”

Edward nodded, dazed, pulling up his pants finally, zipping with shaking hands.