Your sister, Ashley, enters the room, apparently looking for something and in a bit of a hurry.
"Hey sis-" you begin, before you're cut off.
"-Now now," she says angrily, "God where did I leave that shirt?"
She looks at you, for some reason implying that you can help her.
"Well, don't look at me," you say, an idea slowly making its way into your head, "Besides, are you even sure your shirt will fit, you've been developing quite a gut."
Now you focus on your sister, imagining her midsection gaining 20 pounds of flab, losing any definition and becoming a soft, jiggle-prone muffin top. Nothing.
"What are you even-?" she begins reaching down as a change becomes visible, her belly swelling a bit like dough, rising in and beyond the confines of its pan. She frowns, feeling an unfamiliar softness in her midsection, a layer of flab now coating her once rather impressive abs.
"What the...?" she begins, leaving the room, presumably to study her body and her new found little pot belly. You can't help but laugh a bit, but you feel rather odd. You reach down, passing your hand along your own midsection and discovering it was a little swollen as well-soft and bulging just a bit in a way you were completely unaccustomed to. Your belly had grown as well!
You stand up, feeling a small tug from your belly, it now had a bit of hang going on, though it was very minor. Looking in the mirror, it seemed as if your midsection had gained 10 pounds- though this was just a rough estimate. If that was the case, did that mean there was some form of backfire from changing others, a sort of half of the change applied to yourself scenario?
You-
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