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Walter sat back on the couch, remote in hand, flipping through channels as Peter lounged beside him, munching on popcorn. Suddenly, a commercial caught Walter's eye, and he paused on the channel, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Oh boy, here we go," Walter said, chuckling as the ad began to play.

The screen filled with a vibrant sports arena, cheering crowds, and a energetic rock song blasting in the background. The camera panned to a football team running onto the field, their jerseys shining brightly under the stadium lights. Following them were a squad of cheerleaders, dressed in sparkling outfits, shaking their pom-poms with enthusiasm.

Walter pointed at the TV, "Look who it is!"

Sure enough, there was Alison, front and center at the bottom of a cheer pyramid. She was beaming, her eyes sparkling with fake enthusiasm as she held up the two cheerleaders on top of her. The camera lingered on the pyramid for a moment before cutting to a shot of the football team doing a silly, over-the-top dance routine.

Peter burst out laughing. "Dad, is that you? You look ridiculous!"

Walter chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, that was a fun day on set. Those cheerleaders were something else."

As the ad continued, the camera cut to a close-up of the cheerleader directly above Alison. She was blowing a kiss to the crowd, her skirt fluttering in the wind. Walter leaned forward, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"You know," he said, "being Alison for that shoot was an experience. I got quite the view looking up from the bottom of that pyramid."

Peter raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? What exactly were you looking at?"

Walter grinned. "Let's just say those cheerleaders weren't wearing anything under those skirts. It was a bit of a distraction during takes."

Peter laughed so hard he snorted. "That's hilarious, Dad! I can just imagine you trying to keep a straight face while filming."

On the TV, the ad reached its climax with the football team and cheerleaders together in a final pose, freezing in place as confetti rained down on them.

As the ad ended and their show returned to the screen, Walter turned to Peter.
"Yeah, that thing was a trip. The whole day was a blast, though. It's crazy how different it is acting as someone else, especially in something so silly and over-the-top."

Just then, Walter had a sudden idea, picked up his tablet and started browsing through some rough cuts he had received earlier that week. Finally, he found that one and moved it onto the TV screen.

Suddenly, an ad popped up. The opening notes of "Wet" by David Guetta filled the room, setting a sultry atmosphere. The camera slowly panned over a dimly lit bedroom, complete with rumpled sheets and soft candlelight.

"Oh boy, here we go," Walter muttered, recognizing the shot immediately.

Alison entered the frame, wearing nothing but a smoldering look and a small, strategic towel draped across her hips. She bit her lip as she sauntered towards the camera, her eyes filled with desire, moving in sync with the infectious rhythm of the song.

Tell me baby are you wet

Alison purred, her voice a low, seductive growl. "Ready to turn up the heat? Then you need to try our new premium lubricant. It's designed to make every touch electric and every night unforgettable."

She let the towel drop to the floor, revealing her naked body, and picked up a bottle of lube, pouring a generous amount into her hand. As the chorus of "Wet" kicked in, she began to stroke herself slowly, her movements fluid and sensual, matching the beat of the song.

I’m gonna get you wet

Walter tried to hide his embarrassment, but Peter was already laughing hysterically. "Dad, is that you? That's fucking hilarious!"

Tell tell me baby are you wet

Walter rolled his eyes but couldn't help smiling at Peter's enthusiasm. "Yeah, yeah, don't get too carried away. It's just a job, after all. A very raunchy job."

Alison continued her performance, using various sex toys to demonstrate the lube's effectiveness, her moans and gasps syncing with the beat of the song.

I just wanna get you wet wet

"I promise it'll make your nights wild and your mornings even wilder," she said, her breath coming in quick gasps as she pleasured herself. "So go ahead, indulge in a little extra slickness and see where the night takes you. Who knows? You might just discover a whole new side of yourself."

Drip, drip, drip, drip, for me mami

As the commercial reached its climax, the song "Wet" hit its final notes, and Alison collapsed onto the bed, a satisfied smile on her face. The screen faded to black with the tagline: "Get Wet. Get Wild."

Peter let out a low whistle, shaking his head in amazement. "Holy shit, that was... intense. And that song really set the mood. Dad, that was fucking hot! You should do more of these!"

Walter chuckled, trying to regain his composure. "Yeah, it's definitely a different side of Alison. I must admit, the marketing team for this one really knew what they were doing with that song choice."

Walter smiled at Peter's enthusiasm, feeling a mix of pride and amusement. "You know, the company was pretty generous after that shoot. They sent me this huge gift box filled with goodies."

Peter's eyes widened with curiosity. "Oh yeah? What kind of goodies?"

Walter leaned back, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Well, it was mostly samples of the lube we promoted, but there were also some high-end sex toys thrown in for good measure. They really know how to make an impression."

Peter let out a low whistle. "That's awesome, Dad! I bet that box was a hit with... yourself." He chuckled, punching Walter playfully on the shoulder.

Walter laughed, rubbing his arm dramatically. "Yeah, yeah, very funny. Anyway, it was a nice touch from the company. They really go all out to make sure their models are... satisfied."

Peter grinned mischievously. "So, are you? Satisfied, I mean."

Walter raised an eyebrow and responded with a smirk, "Do I look like a wet woman?"

"Nope, but I can change that!" Peter grinned wickedly, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he swiftly unbuckled his belt and pushed his trousers down, revealing his erection. He had obviously been aroused for a while. A drop of precum shone at his tip, catching the light. "This should do it for a swift change," he said, his voice low and suggestive as he began to stroke himself deliberately. "So, what's it gonna be? Just Alison, or Alison with some extra tweaks?" He looked at Walter, giving him the option to choose.

Walter took a deep breath, considering the offer. He knew Peter had the power to set the limits of this transformation and additional changes. "Hmm..."