"Could you make me fatter?" I asked, looking back at the imp with a hopeful expression. He raised his eyebrows.
"Fatter? You're already 350 pounds, are you sure?"
"Yeah" you turned back to the mirror "but just another 100"
"All right, if you insist. One 450 pound lard butt coming up"
With that, he clicked his fingers, and I began to inflate with fat. My ass widened, belly swelled further more, completely burring my rock hard cock under the flab.
My thighes now pressed up against each other, as my neck practically merged with my fat face and many chins.
When the growing stopped I looked back at myself in the mirror, feeling my flab with thick sausage fingers.
"There you are, fat enough?" said Runt, folding his arms.
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