“What he hell are you doing?!” shouted Mike, your brother, “What’s that stuff?” he asked grabbing the powder out of your hands.
“N’Nothing” you answered defensively.
“What happened to your gut?” Mike asked prodding his finger into your newly inflated belly.
“N’Nothing” you answer again, “Give me back the powder!”
“Tell me what it is first!” Mike replied.
“Okay, okay!” you said nearly in tears. “It’s a magic Wishing Powder, I got hold of it from that shop in the mall earlier, I wanted to see what it would be like to be bigger than you.” The tears were starting to well up in your eyes. “Help me get upstairs before Dad comes home please.”
“Sure little bro, anything you want” Mike answered.
Mike got into the hall and locked the front door properly, that way nobody could get in, not even your Dad with his key.
It felt really strange walking about in this body, you couldn’t see your feet so you had no idea what they were doing. It really took some planning thinking of how to maneuver yourself. It was even more difficult getting up the stairs, your body seemed to get heavier with every step. You finally got to the top and Mike helped you into his bedroom.
“Dad won’t come in here,” Mike said. Of course, he was right, Dad was always going on about how much of a bombsite Mike’s room was, and it was!
Mike helped you onto his bed.
“Thanks for that Mike,” you said, “I don’t know what I would have done otherwise.”
“No prob bro,” Mikey answered, “but there is one thing you could let me do.”
“What’s that?” you asked.
“Let me have a wish.”
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