"You're going to find out, now aren't you?" He manages a maniacal laugh at your expense, then sips at the drink of water. "I wish that (IYNH) would eat anything I told him to, whether he wanted to or not." He grins evilly, and you gulp again. Crap! How much is he going to make you eat! Knowing him, more than should be humanly possible... Maybe the powder didn't work? Wishful thinking, you realize, when you hear Mike start to say something.
"(IYNH), we have some leftover pizza in the fridge. Go eat it. All of it." he says. Suddenly, you body moves itself to the fridge in a robotic fashion.
"W-Wait, it works!?" You say, panicked.
"Well, what do you know?" Mike says, no longer doing the whole evil thing- he had honestly thought it was a joke and had been playing it up, but judging by your reaction, he can tell that it was real. "Well, can't waste a wish. Get to the eating, then. I'll wish you up some food when you're done. You've been wanting to get bigger, anyway."
"But Mike, what if I rupture my stomach eating or something?" You say, still panicking, pizza box in hand.
"Good point," he said, taking a sip of his Wishing Powder mixture, "I wish (IYNH)'s stomach could hold any amount of food or drink that is put into it." Well, there goes that plan of stopping him. Before you can say anything else in protest, you open the box and see that about half of a meat lover's pizza was contained within. You begin to dig in against your will, with Mike watching expectantly. You finish in record time, your little belly bloating out more than it should.
Mike pats your bloated belly, and takes a sip of his drink. "I wish that the table was filled with fattening foods," Mike said. Suddenly, the table become full of fast food type items, with a plate of about five cheeseburgers, a huge salad bowl of fries, at least two different kinds of cake, and an assortment of different hamburger-varieties. "Go on, (IYNH), you have to eat all this food." And so you do.
Your belly is really big by the time you're finished. Very round and bloated, not to mention unnatural looking, and it was big enough to make your shirt ride up and expose part of it. "Are we done?" You ask, holding your gut and trying to ease the pain.
Mike looks at your belly and says....