“James, honey,” she said sweetly, stepping closer to him. “I have a favor I want to ask of you.”
James’s stomach fluttered. Of course she did, he thought. Very few people knew about his gift but Denise was one of them. He wasn’t supposed to use his power but the thought made him excited. Her was this beautiful older woman, someone he had crush on for so long, and she was most likely about to ask him to make her expand. What did she want? Did she was to make her perky C cups bigger? Did she was her already round ass to be larger? Or maybe she wanted to be taller? Or maybe…no. James pushed the last thought from his mind. There was no way she’d want that.
“It depends on what you need,” he smiled politely, trying to maintain eye contact. “I’ll do my best to help you however possible.”
“Oh I hope so. Please, I want you to use your, uh, gift on me. Please,” she told him, her smile wider.
“Mrs. Washington…” James started, but she quickly interrupted him.
“Oh James, honey, stop. You know you can call me Denise,” she said, stepping even closer to him. They were very close now. She continued, her voice quieter now. “Besides, it’s Ms. Washington.”
“I-uh, yeah,” James stuttered. “Ms. Wash-I mean, Denise, I’m not really supposed to use it, ya know?”
“But who will know?”
“Uh, probably most of the neighborhood,” he told her as a matter of fact.
“Oh, I don’t think so. Not really with what I had in mind. I did just get back from vacation after all.”
She was right. She had been gone on vacation for the past few weeks. James had no idea where but her suit case was still laying on the floor. He hadn’t even seen her come back since she’d arrived late last night. It was a possibility that no one else on the block had seen her yet, but an expanded bust or backside couldn’t really be explained with ‘happened over vacation’.
“Honey, at least hear me out?” she said softly, almost purring it.
“O-ok, I can do,” James said, genuinely curious. She took a deep breath.
“I, I want you to make me fat,” she said calmly. James’s eyes widened and his stomach twisted. She what? There was no way he heard her right.
“Y-you want to be fat?” He asked incredulously. “Why?”
“Believe it or not,” she spoke quietly, her face flush as if she were embarrassed. “When I was younger, I was chubbier. I never had a problem with it, in fact I liked it. But I lost the weight for my husband and when he left me I kept it off for the job. Most people don’t want a chubby gogo dancer. But now, I don’t have to worry about any of that. Now I can be myself, who I want to be. Now I can indulge myself, pleasure myself. And you can help me.”
James swallowed nervously. There was no way this was happening. He had never expected anyone would ask him this. It was one of his biggest fantasies, to use his powers to fatten someone up and now, Denise Washington, the beautiful black MILF that lived across the street from him, was asking him to do just that: fatten her up.
“I, uh, I’m not sup- “, she cut him off.
“I know, I know, honey. Just, please, please do this for me. If you do, I can make it worth your while,” she said as she…
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