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How will young James fare alone with his mature, womanly neighbors?
This choice: He can cause massive weight gain  •  Go Back...
Chapter #3

Angela Stevenson

    by: SonicV Author IconMail Icon
“Maybe I should go visit Angela.” James said to himself as he headed out, but rather than trust being the main driving force in his decision, instead it was guilt and shame, as James sought to hopefully start off his vacation by cleaning his slate of one literally big mess caused by his condition. “Of all the powers I could have gotten…dammit.” James muttered, still cursing it to this day as he readied to face one particular MILF who was hard to be around even before an incident he wound up causing.

If you asked Angela Stevenson, she would tell you that she is the most beautiful woman on James’ street and beyond, and until recently, not many people could argue that point, no matter how much she loved to rub in the faces of others. She was a brunette with short hair that stopped just above her shoulders, and each follicle was as wavy as it was shiny. Her face exuded sexiness like no other, rendering all men unable to keep from drooling even if their wives were around. Not even all women were immune to her deep and sensual eyes or her constantly full and ruby red lips, all complimented by her alabaster skin that looked so perfectly soft. Her body was just as perfect, with all the right areas being round and bouncy, while the rest was slim and smooth. None of the moms on the street believed that she had worn a bra in her entire life, but to Angela, keeping her perky Double-D girls hidden beneath such restraints was laughable. One wonders if her round bubble butt was given the same treatment or if she had some tiny and sexy little number between her cheeks. Given how her longest skirts just barely reached her thighs, it was a question that was constantly on everyone’s minds. Whatever the case, her ass was always emphasized as much as her tits, and James would be lying if he said he had never leered at her in the past. In the looks department, Angela had plenty to make people envious, and to be fair, that was the whole reason her husband, or many man would have chosen a stuck-up floozy like her.

Yes, it was no secret, to her or anyone else, that Angela’s man had selected her as a perfect trophy. The man himself was almost never around his massive and lovely two-story home, leaving Angela to be a constantly present ornament to show off all that he had. In fact, now that James thought about it, the guy hadn’t been seen at all in quite a while, and given how flirtatious his ‘wife’ tended to be, that was A-okay with her. Angela was never silent about her disdain for her husband, complaining for just about everything about him, including the time he ruined her figure for an entire year when he used a faulty rubber, a story their teenage daughter always ‘loved’ to hear.

That was Angela’s style; she loved to put down and critique and point just how perfect she was and how petty everyone else was, and sadly with how big and in your face the wealth she had married was, there was no ignoring her. That’s what led to James’ mom to going to one of her ego-inflating parties so she could guzzle on free booze, and for some reason James had been forced to come along. As James readied himself to knock on the door, he felt himself growing more and more nervous about the time when he accidentally put Angela in her place.

Watching his mom getting hammered on the most expensive liquor money could buy in the home of a stuck-up trophy wife was not James’ idea of fun, but he wound up bringing the party to a complete and utter halt when he suddenly felt very strange. Out of nowhere, his legs suddenly felt like noodles as the world began to spin, and Angela happened to be nearby, prompting James to grab onto her arm so he wouldn’t fall. As soon as he got a grip though, Angela quickly screamed as she saw her body bloating up with fat!

James could still hear her clothes tearing right off of her, and her shoes shooting off of her feet like rockets, and he winced at that memory. Since then, Angela’s attitude had definitely been put through the ringer, especially when she found out that no matter how much she exercised or dieted, she would not lose a single pound. Apparently, anyone fattened up by James stayed like that, and as a result, Angela had put on even more weight over time. She had managed to work off any additional pounds despite never shedding the initial bulk, but whenever she tired of a weight-loss routine, she would gain those additional pounds right back. Never again would Angela be skinny, and James had spent many times since then trying to get her to accept his apology. Yes, Angela’s nose had been held up perpetually high and she was as loose as she was snobby, but James had never meant to hurt her, and he couldn’t take the weight on his conscience anymore. He knocked on the door, hoping that his latest attempt would be different, but knew it would be hard considering she currently weighed…

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1. 350 Pounds

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