"Can you do this for me?" she pleaded, her eyes brimming with a deep sense of longing.
"I told you to forget about your ex-husband," I shook my head and rejected her request.
"Please, just this once. I just want to see him again. I promised it would be the last time," she insisted. Although I wanted to refuse, it was clear that she genuinely missed him.
"Alright," I gave in. I transformed, recalling the memory of my father or, in her words, my past self from eight years ago.
I gained a lot of weight, and my voice shifted to mimic him. It was strange, but when I transformed, Zayen seemed even more beautiful to me. She was already pretty, but this time, I fell in love with her.
"Honey, I missed you," she hugged my now chubby frame, and she seemed genuinely excited to see this body again.
I could also feel her heart beating against my chest as she hugged me, the soft and perfect shape of her tits rising and falling .
