"Does he have it?" Brian asked.
"Check his pocket." Chad said, snatching your bottle of water.
Brain puts his hand into your right pocket and finds your wallet and puts it back then goes for your left side while you're still being held down.
"Why are you doing this to me," You question and fidget.
"Because," Brian answers taking out the Wishing Powder from your left pant pocket," we knew you had this."
"What are you going to do with it?!" you demand.
"Just have some fun," Brain answers.
"Yeah," Chad grins from behind you.
"What about you squirt?" asks Jeff who's holding onto your right arm with his huge hands.
"I was going to use it on Sean since he's such a bully, then... um... make myself fat," you answer truthfully while you continue to struggle.
"Well we might make Sean look small ourselves," grins Brian," but I'm sure we can make you fat."
"Yeah," Chad smiles and giggles.
"Why would anyone want to be fat anyway?" Jeff asks. Jeff is big guy, is pretty built with some extra weight on him.
"Look at my brother and Dad," you answer," I'm just a twig in the family."
"I'm sure we can do that, right boys?" Brian asks.
Chad and Brian agree.
"But could you make sure only the 4 of us know about the change?" you ask.
"Why not," Brian answers," you bought the powder."
'Funny thing, you think to yourself.
Brian adds a few sprinkles of powder to your water bottle and shakes it up and takes a drink and say," I wish (insert your name here) would get fat and only the people in this car would know about the difference."
"Thanks," you smile and Chad and Jeff let go of you and you feel a strange feeling come over you.
The strange feeling makes you feel warm and fuzzy all over your body, as if you're going to faint. Then it dims down and you feel yourself grow. You look down to see your once flat tummy is starting to grow outwards. You see that Brian, Chad and Jeff are all looking at you as your shirt starts to ride up and your belly spills out from under your shirt. You pants get tighter and you develop boy breasts and your butt grows along with you too. Your shirt starts to strain and the warm feeling disappears leaving your clothes in ruin and you with a big fat belly, about the size Mike was before he left for college, except flabbier.
"Whoa," Chad says poking your belly," it works."
"Of course you moron," Brian says rolling his eyes," I guess I should make your clothes grow too."
"And the ones inside," you ask.
"Fine, those too," Brian agrees and takes another sip of the water bottle and says," I wish that all of (insert your name here)'s clothes would grow to fit his new size."
"Thanks," you say to Brian and your clothes magically expand and repair themselves to fit your new size.
"Now get out of here," Brian tells you," we have things to do."
"Be careful what you wish for," you tell them and climb out of the car.
Brian and the boys drive away leaving you standing in your driveway without any Wishing Powder, but now you're about 250 pounds. You give your belly a rub and head inside.
But who's sitting at the table?
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