I was wandering through this fog when I began to feel really strange, kind of all tingly and stuff. Then, I began to get fatter and fatter and fatter!" Jack looked upset. "Well, who wouldn't?"
"Oh, come on, it's not that bad..."
"Not that bad? Not that BAD?! Look at me, I'm, I'm, 700 pounds!"
"Honestly, it-"
"What?"
"N-nothing..."
"Oh, no, it's happening again. I'm feeling all- whoooahhhhhh..."
His belly expanded, rolling out five feet in front of him. His back nearly exploded with rolls of fat, his chins growing more chins. Finally, it stopped, and Jack sobbed. You pulled on him, and tried to lead him out of the fog, but he refused and sat down, sobbing.
"I'll never see my family again! I'll never see Rachael again!"
"You had a crush on Rachael?"
"Yes, why?"
"She's way out- never mind." You stop in the middle of saying "She's way out of your league!"
"Oh..."
You think of ways to get Jack off the ground... after thinking for about fifteen minutes he groaned, and your foot is washed over with flab. You jump back as the advancing fat rolls along the ground. After it stops, you continue to think hard, not wasting time. A bit of sky appears in the top of the fog. You hope the fog clears, or-
Jack groans again, and grows fatter and fatter, head rising up on the mountain of fat, body supported by his belly. He rolls backwards, and his belly rolls to one side, massive man-boobs spreading. You watch as the fog comes down. It nears, and Jack groans, growing massively. The fog is about to clear as Jack gives one last huge groan and you jump away from the expanding belly. The fog clears completely, and Jack flails about, trying to move. You help pull him up, and he sits in front of his flab. You remember the powder, and run back to the mall to buy it. Swizzle appears over the counter. He smiles, "Change your mind?"
You nod, and brandish your wallet. "I'll take the Wishing Powder."
Swizzle