"Woah...(IYNH), what did you wish about my gut!?" he asks, looking down at his now fairly large gut.
"I just wished you bigger, like I'm about to do myself," you say with a grin, sipping the Wishing Powder. "I wish that I was the fattest person in this state by several hundred pounds, and I was the tallest person in this state by 6 inches."
"Wait wait wait, what are you doing (IYNH)!?" Josh asks, "We already ordered the pizzas! You should've told me before hand, that way you'll actually be full afterward," he finished with a smirk. You just laugh and heft your enormous and growing gut onto the table once more, hearing the sound of flesh rubbing against cloth, and the occasional rumble of your gut, which is steadily growing louder along with your size. Your weight keeps ticking up higher and higher, you're actually curious how big you'll be. Though your thoughts are abruptly stopped when you start growing taller, your member starting to press hard into your massive overhang. As your head rushes closer and closer to the ceiling, it seems like your body is trying to fight your gut from sinking farther down (and losing quite miserably), as your gut continues to expand farther forwards and widen even further.
"I wish I knew how tall I was, how heavy I am, I'm always mobile, and I can control my weight." you say, knowing you might want to shrink down to be efficient, or grow to make things a bit uncomfortable in certain situations.
"So, how much do you weigh (IYNH)?" Josh asks, still pawing his beginner gut.
"Well," you say, grabbing what you can reach of your gut, and thinking of your weight, "Nine hundred and....ninety two...ninety three pounds," you say, as the last couple of pounds from your growth add themselves to your body.
"Woah...that's almost half a ton..." Josh says.
"Well, right now I'm teetering on the brink of being half a ton, I think I might need a slight push in the right direction," you say, smacking your gut proudly and willing yourself to one thousand and ten pounds.
"Ooh, you know, I never thought that being over a thousand pounds would feel so good," you say, moaning and rubbing your gut as it finishes the last of your gains. You once again grab your belly, pick it up (well, as much of it as you can) and try to set it on the table. To no avail. You can't simply pick up your gut anymore to set it on the table. You have to pick it up, pin it on the table, then grab the sides of your overhang and slowly slide your behemoth gut onto the table.
"Damn..." is all Josh says, staring at your immense form. He looks up and down your body, taking in every inch, then lingers on your moobs. He promptly bursts out laughing.
"What?" you say, moving towards Josh, your moobs and belly swaying side to side.
"All of your fat-aha!-went into your thighs...wheeze...and moobs, so you look like a woman!" Josh says, sounding like a kid.
"That's quite childish, Josh," you say. Josh just laughs all the harder. You sip the Wishing Powder.
"I wish I could change my body's proportions at will," you say, willing a large portion of the fat in your moobs, thighs, and butt to go into your gut. You moan and lose concentration as your already massive belly, which looked extremely large before, now looks like an enormous mass that you can't see the floor past.
"Ooh...I love it..." you say, caressing your massive gut as it finishes it's growth on the table, "I...I need more..." you mumble. Willing yourself bigger, putting a little extra love in your gut, to really hammer home the fact that you're huge. Your gut grows, and spreads farther across the table, Josh stares in awe, then warns you in fear.
"(IYNH), the table, it's tipping over!" he warns, you just moan louder and look at the table as it capsizes from the enormous weight of your stomach.
"Ooh...more..." is all you utter, feeling your body expand even more, you love handles extending farther and farther outward, making a fold on your sides as big as a monster truck tire, speaking of monster trucks, your gut alone has to weigh more than one by now. You're entire body is reaching the limits of the small dining room, the table being pushed into the wall, and your body just growing and greedily taking up more space. Your butt expands, and puffs outward, creating a shelf behind you big enough to hold a cup or a plate, your gut could hold two platters of food if you're sitting down, and your massive thunder thighs are the width of a care tire each.
"Oof...maybe a bit...too much..." you say, sharply realizing that your pressed up against the walls of the room, your massive gut and love handles pressing against the walls at your sides.
"You think!?" Josh says, poking the front of your belly.
"Careful," you say as you feel Josh's fist delve into your cavernous belly button, "you might lose an arm in there!" you say giddily, for a moment you imagine your body growing so abruptly that Josh gets sucked into the depths of your belly button, and you close your eyes, imagine what it would feel like, what Josh would feel.
"Hey! Hey!! What the hell were you thinking! Get me outta your belly button!!" Josh yells, you feel him punching the inside of your cavernous belly button, and it's surprisingly painful.
"Oh, ouch! Stop hitting me, I'm on it!" you say, getting quite pissed off at Josh for punching and kicking you. You shrink slightly and feel Josh slide out of your belly button, a sharp pop signaling he's free.
"You idiot, you could've killed me! That's why I hit you!" Josh yells in your face, his gut bounces and jiggles as he speaks, his abs contracting to make his voice louder, but only contributing further to the bouncing of his gut, "Hey fatass! You even listening!?" Josh says, he's obviously lost his patience.
"Alright, you wanna see a fatass? I'll show you a fatass," you say, willing yourself to grow to fill the room.
"More..." you rumble, your voice deepening as the gain grows faster, "more..." you say once again. Your massive love handles are squished tightly against the walls, and your fat has nowhere to go but forwards and through the small hall door near your butt. You feel fat in your left ass cheek being squished through the doorway, your shorts, which miraculously grew with you, stretching from the distended mass sticking out of the door. As you grow more, your gut reaches the front of the dining room, crushing the table underneath it, and wedging itself in the opening between the dining room and family room.
"Moooooreee!" You bellow, making yourself grow further, you hear cracks, and thuds, and a sharp pain in your head, you look up to see your head is on the ceiling! You continue further and further, your moobs starting to swell upwards, your gut--stuck in the hallway opening, pushing your moobs higher and higher up, threatening them to teeter over onto your face. You attempt to buck your hips a couple times, timing it with surges of hundreds of pounds, and, with some pain, get your gut to slide through to the next room, it's painfully cramped with the room you have in here, but your gut still has some room to go. Josh is pushing against the front of your gut, trying to get you to stop, you shift your weight to one side, your fat pressing so hard up against windows, and shattering them as they grow, the wall of flab and cloth taking it's place, and oozing out the window. Josh is pinned by your gut against the far window, a sliding door made entirely of glass, you grow more, determined to show Josh what a real fatass is. The window Josh is pinned against shatters, and he topples to the ground in your backyard.
"Ooooh....oooh....oooh..oh.." is all you can manage, your head has busted through the ceiling into the second floor, your head sticking through a hole, straight into the laundry room. You stop growing, and feel your body stop pulsating, though still packed tightly into the room that you have.
"What the fuck is going on!?" You hear Mike yell from his room, "what the hell is in the staircase..." Mike says, stepping on your love handle, which oozed up the staircase.
"Ouch!" You bellow, your deep baritone voice vibrating the walls and knocking pictures off the shelves like earthquakes.
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