Ashely is looking to get out of the mansion and have a night of fun.  But is the world ready for what this woman considers fun?  (This story is only on my Patreon all-access tier.)

The bouncer stared down at her, his blue eyes narrowing from his dark face.  “What makes you think you can get in without waiting in line?”

             Ashely smiled.  “Oh. . .” She ran her hand around his body, wrapping around his back. “I have my ways.” She pulled herself in close.  “So, are you going to let me in?”

             The bouncer snorted.  “Fat chance.”

             She giggled.  “Well then, I will just have to convince you, won’t I?” She snapped her fingers, causing her body to grow.  The bouncer’s eyes widened as she slowly increased in size until her boobs aligned with his face.  Then, with a smile, her breasts swelled, ballooning outward and hugging the man’s face. “Oh my.” She giggled.  “It appears I have something caught in between my boobs.” She giggled as she felt him fight to get out from between her boobs.  “Oh no, you don’t.  Not yet.” She pushed him into her cleavage. “You have been a naughty boy.”