Mike looks directly at you. You can barely recognize him since he's grown to almost fit his bedroom. His belly has reached the ceiling and three walls, maybe even into his closet.
"That was fun, now turn me back," Mike says sternest looking face he can produce with all his chins and full cheeks.
"Very well, just want to see something," you tell him.
"What your brother looks like to be this huge?" asks Mike.
"Actually yes," you answer and take a sip from the glass of water with Wishing Powder mixed into it," I wish Mike slowly deflated to his normal weight."
"Don't just wish it away, make me smaller," Mike demands," How did you make me this big? Drugged my food? Hooked up an invisible tube or something."
"Or something..." you say.
"Oh.. I feel something," Mike says and look around his body," I think I'm growing smaller."
"Good, you'll be back down in no time," you say and watch Mike's colossal belly slowly begin to retreat revealing carpet and crushed items as it gets smaller.
Slowly and surely Mike's belly shrinks down to a more manageable size and he covers his waist with a blanket and soon the shrinking stops and Mike still looks bigger then your Dad.
"Ummm... I'm not back at my original weight (insert your name here)," Mike tells you.
"I see that," you say nervously, especially since you stole the powder. Could Swizzle have found out and stopped the Wishing Powder from working.
"What are you going to do about it?" asks Mike getting to his feet. The idea of your brother mad at his original weight at pretty scary, but now he looks twice his weight.
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