Where Chelsea got her body from

Soon enough, we had Chelsea's mom Janet standing naked in the living room, the shreds of her clothes on the floor. I noticed there was a pair of beige silicon lumps lying besides her top. Sure enough, when we let go of her, behind her arms I could see she had the same pear shape as her daughter, including the same minuscule mammary mounds.

"Well well well," I chuckled, "looks like I know why you wanted to keep your clothes on, and why you were yelling at Chelsea."

"Shut up!" she snapped at me. "You all are freaks! I'm leaving!"

With that, she grabbed her purse and turned around, her bare ass a lumpier version of Chelsea's, with more cellulite.

"See you at the Farmer's Market!" I yelled behind her playfully.