'Now the moment of truth', you smile and take a drink and say," I wish I weighed 300 pounds."
Not as big as Mike, but a start.
You set the Wishing Drink on the coffee table and quickly run over and shut the blinds to the living room and then you feel a weird warm feeling through your body. You look down at your belly to see that it's starting to grow outward. You watch in utter amazement as a tiny little belly pushes outward on our shorts and shirt and slowly the shirt starts ridding up on you and your shorts get tighter as your belly pokes through. Your shirt gets tighter as you notice your chest is getting fatter too. Your shorts are soon skin tight as your legs start to get fatter and your butt is also growing.
Just as it feels like you're about to faint because of the tight shirts and shorts your pants rip and your shirt tears. Your belly expands outwards and your boy breasts become bigger. You see your arms are also getting flabbier and your fingers are becoming rounder. You then feel another stain across your shirt and another rip and you see that you can no longer see your feet. Your belly keeps on growing slowly and your shoulders widen and you feel heavier and then it starts to slow down and your underwear feels like it's gonna snap too. Now your a 6 foot 300 pound teen.
You smile and look down at your huge belly and smile. You lower your gigantic butt down to the couch and it groins like when Mike sits on it. You smile and you feel your belly and instantly love the feeling of the soft flesh on it.
You use your hands and feel all over your belly and you just love the feeling. You then want to see what you look like in a mirror so you try to get up, but can't. So you slowly lift yourself up and waddle for the first time and go up the stairs slowly feeling every part of your body jiggle as you walk.
You reach the bathroom and turn on the light with your pudgy hand and see yourself. You instantly love your new size. You look over every curve and bulge on your body and love it. You slap your belly and watch it ripple through. You love it. You slowly walk back down stairs and remember that your clothes are in pieces on the ground still.
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