After your weird trip through time you decide to go home. While walking home you decide you want to get fat, but the Wishing Powder is probably already bought out by some teen queen wanting the perfect nails. So you'll have to gain weight on your own.
Once you get home you find your Mom in the kitchen and the house is filled with the smell of your Mom's Spaghetti Sauce. You love that smell.
"Oh just in time dear," Your Mom says looking up from the boiling spaghetti," I was about to phone up Dave and tell him to send you home. Go wash up for supper."
"Ok," you answer and walk into the living room to see your Dad in some cotton shorts and a white t-shirt saying "King Henry's Royal Buffet", stretched over his massive gut.
"Hey," your Dad greets and opens his arms up and you walk over and give your Dad a hug.
"How was your day?" asks Dad with a smile.
"Weird," you answer rolling your eyes.
Your Dad looks at your bag and says," I see you were at the mall? What's so weird about that place?"
"You have no idea," You say with a smile and head upstairs to your room. Once there you put your new CD on your bed and head across the hallway to the bathroom to wash your hands, arms and legs since they all have some dirt on them. You wipe yourself dry and your Mom calls, "Suppertime!"
You put the towel back on the rack and go to exit the bathroom when Mike walks into view. He's much bigger then in September when he went to college. He's wearing a tight muscle shirt(more like a fat shirt) that seems to show off every curve and roll on your brother's body. He looks to be even wider then before. He hasn't shaven in a few days and his face lights up when he sees you.
"Little brother!" Mike says and opens his arms wide and grabs you and holds you close for a big bear hug that squeezes the air out of your lungs.
"Hey," you say hugging back with all your strength," welcome back."
"Thanks twig," Mike says letting you go and looking you over," did you even grow?"
"I got a bit taller," you tell admit, you grew 3 inches taller.
"Still pretty small around here," Mike says and pokes your flat stomach.
"He'll grow in due time," says your Dad coming through to wash his hands," he'll be like your Uncle Bruce, he was slim until he got married, then whoa boy, then Aunty Betty started feeding him and and now he's as big as Uncle Ben."
It's true, your Mom's brother Uncle Bruce was thin, now he's almost as big as your Dad and his brother Uncle Ben.
Then you realize you have two great role models in front of you, who should you ask to help you gain weight?
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