You mix up the Wishing Powder, loosen your belt, and wish for 35 pounds of fat, to give you a fat gut too - 35 pounds on your current 170 will make you 205 - hardly huge, but a little potbelly should appear.
You drink the solution and look down. A feeling of warmth, comfort and relaxation comes over you, concentrating in your midriff. As you stand legs apart (to help keep your jeans up), you see a little swelling appear in your midriff, and a small gut appear - not much, but you realise that it comes with lovehandles and all. You reach down to your jeans and find that they won't do up again - at least, not without a lot of effort! You finally get your belt done up, then pull your jeans down a bit for comfort. That's better.
To double check, you head into the bathroom and step on the regular scale. "206", just as you'd expected. Great! Now it's time to use this stuff on Mike. Big as he seems to be now - 52 inch jeans indeed - you're going to make him bigger. Bigger than Dad, bigger maybe even than football.
You mix up another dose of Wishing Powder, and return to the door of Mike's room. You drink, then wish. "I wish Mike would grow to 400 pounds, and most of that gain would be fat in his gut!" You look across at Mike in his bed, and it's as if you can see a momentary shimmer around him. It clears, and he rolls over as you watch his gut expectantly. It looks...
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