"Could I get a signature Sir?" you hear a voice ask. You turn to see a delivery guy just outside the nearby screened doorway. You nearly jump out of your seat. You wonder to yourself if he has been watching you all this time, but decide probably not. You get up immediately, and forget for a moment how big you are. Your pants push slightly further open, and your gut forces itself completely out the bottom of your shirt. Your mother's porcelain figurines shake on a nearby table as you roll yourself past them. You are a little bit embarrassed, but also a little bit angry to be interrupted. The delivery guy backs up abruptly as you open the screen door, and your swollen belly swings out in front of you. The guy is not much older than your brother, and he's clearly never seen a teenager as big as you are. You notice him glancing down at your stomach as you sign the board he hands you. You hand the board back to him, and he hands you a package addressed to your father.
"Ahh, I'm really sorry to interrupt your meal Sir," he says apologetically, "it appears you really enjoy your food." Now you wonder if he really was watching you. He's looking down at your belly again, this time with a big grin on his face. You shift your weight, and widen your stance the way you've seen your dad do it, and then you push your stomach out as far forward as you can manage, making it as big as possible. The delivery guy stops smiling, and takes another step backwards. You chuckle, and smack the sides of your belly with both hands.
"I'm just getting started," you say.
After he leaves, you toss the package down on a nearby chair, and go to clear the living room table. In the kitchen, you take off your shirt, and look down and palm your huge, heavy, bloated gut. You decide it's time to get bigger. Trying to make as little noise as possible, so as not to wake your sleeping brother, you head back to your bedroom to fetch the powder. The floor creaks under your weight as you attempt to be quiet as a mouse. Once back in the living room, you plop your big ass down on the sofa. You are wearing only your shorts. You swig more wishing mixture, and wish to be even bigger, one hundred pounds heavier than your dad.
The growth seems to be all concentrated in your belly now. It swells wider and pushes further forward. After a while, you feel your butt and thighs get bigger and heavier too. And then your arms and your chest get bigger and thicker. The shorts split around your expanding seat and thighs. Suddenly, you're a full hundred pounds bigger, and your gut is like a big beach ball. You feel almost pinned underneath the weight of it, but you swing your huge, muscled arms forward and manage to rise to your feet. As you head for the kitchen, the whole house seems to shake around you. Even your dad can't compare to the size of you now. As you rumble toward the fridge to eat even more, you hear a voice come from the top of the stares.
"Hey, what the heck are you doing down there?" your older brother bellows.
You freeze in place, and wonder what to do next.
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