You mix a batch and wish that you weighed 350 pounds, with clothes that fit, the strength to be comfortable, and nobody would really notice.
The powder works, mostly. You get the clothes and strength, but you don't get to 350 pounds. You're a lot bigger than that! Swizzle brings you to a scale.
"585 pounds! I wished for 350!" You exclaim.
"Apparently, the potion and the powder are still fighting. At least now you can get around without endangering doors!" Swizzle says with a smile.
He continues. "Now, I'll give you today off to go home and check things out. Tomorrow, you come back to work, and on payday, I'll give you a bottle of powder as recompense for locking you into this shape."
"You will? Great!" you say as you poke your huge body. It's all fat, and it wants to be fed! "Can you get me home now? I need to feed!"
Swizzle agrees and goes to dust you with transport powder. Before he does, he warns you to be at work tomorrow. You solemnly promise, and he dusts you.
You appear by the front door to your house. As you go to the door, your older (and no longer bigger) brother Mike comes out. "Hey, (insert your name here)! Was just going out to eat! Wanna come along?" he asks.
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