"Let's go bake some cookies!" says Sarah with a smile on her face.
"What about the Wishing Powder?" you ask eyeing the bottle on the table.
"Get rid of it," Sarah answers.
"Will do," you smile and pick up the Wishing Powder and head upstairs to your bedroom and put it in your computer desk drawer.
"You better not be using it," Sarah calls.
You head back downstairs and say," Of course not." And slide your arm behind her and put your hand on her waist and say," Now for those cookies."
Sarah and you head over to her house, after you wrote a note for your folks and sleepy brother, and bake 15 cookies. Sarah feeds you 12 of them and gives you two big glasses of milk to wash them down with. By the time you're done you're pretty full and Sarah runs her fingers over your full tummy and says how cute you'll be once you start gaining.
You two watch a movie and soon Sarah's folks are home. Sarah and her mom could pass as sisters and her Dad is a nice guy with a little belly on him. They invite you to stay for supper, you agree.
Sarah's Dad serves up some tasty tacos and encourage you to have another one and finish off the cheese. Sarah gives your upper leg and stomach a rub throughout the meal.
After supper you go to Sarah's room where you see her private collection of cut outs of people she finds hot. There's quite a few newspaper clippings of linebackers, one of your brother in his high school football uniform, a few "fat is bad" articles with huge guys in the pictures.
After having a nice talk and rub you're lead downstairs and given a big bowl of ice cream to eat. You're starting to think you've gained 5 pounds being here for just a few hours.
At nine you decide it's best to go home and give Sarah a kiss goodnight. The kiss feels so natural, as if you were meant for each other. She wishes you a good night and pinches your butt and giggles and you head home.
You arrive home after a short walk and go into the living room and see your folks sitting on the couch watching TV and your Mom has a confused look on her face.
"What's on your face?" asks your Mom giving you a stare.
You're also confused and walk closer and bend down and your Mom looks you over and says," Ohhhhh, lipstick."
"Way to go son!" your Dad cheers with his face lighting up with a big smile.
"Really?" you ask feeling yourself blush.
"So who's the lucky girl?" asks your Mom with inquisitive eyes.
"Yeah," your Dad says leaning closer," who?"
"Sarah," you answer with a smile.
"Nice girl," your Mom smiles.
"Yeah," answers your Dad," nice smile, Dad's a good cook."
"Yeah," you smile and pat your tummy.
"Did you remember your pleases and thank you's?" asks your Mom.
"Of course," you smile.
"Thatt’a boy," your Mom smiles and returns her gaze to the TV along with your Dad.
You turn and walk up the stairs and walk into your room and decide to check your e-mail.
You turn on your computer and get your new CD out and put it in CD drive and sign online and remember you put the Wishing Powder in the drawer. You wonder what you should do about it.
You open the drawer and...
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