"Nah, actually, it's about me. I wish I could control (IYNH)'s weight anywhere and anytime I want."
Mike lied to you!
Then you see his face... you know that kind of face. He's thinking clearly thinking mischievous things and you're pretty sure he's wondering what size he will turn you into.
"You know what.. let's try something a little simple first," Mike says rubbing his chin like a cartoon villain.
Then you feel your shirt tightening again, your belly is expanding. It doesn't take long before you have a baby belly poking out from your shirt.
"Not bad, not bad," Mike grins leaning down to see his wish outcome.
"Ok, that's enough," you sigh and try to brush Mike off.
"Nonsense, we need to see just how big we can make you, little brother," Mike's grin goes from mischievous to evil.
You feel the warmth spread through your body again and feel the soft rolls of fat grows all over you! Your legs rip the seams of your pants. Your shirt rides up and your belly spills forward. All the time Mike watches you with a quiet chuckle.
After five minutes of this you have five chins!
Mike laughs and says," Don’t mess with me again."
Your belly is the size of your family's couch, your fingers are so big that you can't bend them anymore.
It doesn’t stop .You keep growing and growing and growing until your body is the size of a king sized bed!
Your face is stuffed with fat that you can barely move your lips!
You notice Mike is getting happy and nearly dancing at the sight before him . He says, "I’m quite impressed how you’ve grown, little bro. Now.. what to do with you..”
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