You’ve never been anyone to do things by halves - why else, in your first try with the gem, did you wish for a 56 inch chest - bigger than most weightlifters? So, as you sit down to finish off the lasagna having swallowed the awful tasting clay, you think about doubling your weight with fat. You figure that, with all that muscle, you must have been pushing 250 pounds, so doubling will put you easily into the quarter ton range.
Ravenously digging into the lasagna, you notice that your body is already starting to grow. Where the muscle wish had expanded your chest, it is now distinctly your gut that is growing. Your dragon t-shirt had been greatly stretched across the chest, now it is getting stretched across your gut (a body part you didn’t have before!) and the dragon design is getting destroyed. Your pants are suddenly terribly tight, so you undo the waist and the growing weight of your belly forces the zipper down. Part of your brain wonders what you’re going to do about clothes - but the rest of your brain ignores it, being too busy savoring the lasagna and watching your body flesh out.
About a third of the way through the lasagna, there is a ripping sound, as the left side seam on your t-shirt gives way from the pressure of your expanding belly. A moment later, the seam over your right shoulder does the same, leaving you with a rag of shirt hanging from one shoulder, and an increasingly tortured ring of shirt material stretching around your right bicep. You don’t stop eating, as your hungry drives you to plow on through the full tray of lasagna. A few minutes later there is a gentler ripping noise from the right leg of your jeans, as its inseam starts to fail. It had been badly strained by the muscular 36 inch thighs you had grow with the gem, and now, with a thickening layer of fat being added, the sewing started to give way. As you eat, further ripping noises are heard, as first the other leg inseam and then the seam at the butt slowly give way to the growing rotundity tide of your fattening body.
You gorge your way through the rest of the pan of lasagna, growing steadily all the time, and at the end chug an entire two litre carton of milk. Feeling suddenly less hungry, you sit back and examine the changed in your body. Your once lean body, only recently a muscle-bound Greek God image, now is round and jovial, though evidence of the muscles hiding underneath shows in your monstrous upper arms and barrel sized thighs. A massive belly hangs out most of the way to your knees, and pushes at the table. It laps out to either side, giving you love handles that hang out over the remnants of your jeans that are still clinging to your butt.
You are suddenly very thirsty, and decide to go see if there’s any soda in the fridge. You push back on the chair, which groans in protest, and get to your feet. As you rise there is a further ripping sound as the tortured seams of your old jeans give way, and some of the tattered remnants fall off. You stand in the kitchen with your new layers of thick fat wobbling. A couple of pieces of t-shirt cloth hang from your thick shoulders and fattened arms, and the remains of a pair of a pair of Levi’s loose fit size 34s still cling to your calves. You experimentally flex a calf and are greeted by further ripping noises. You’re thankful for the muscle you added earlier - you got up much more easily than you’d expected.
The floor creaks beneath your feet as you rumble over to the fridge, and you wonder vaguely how much you weigh - you must be well over 500 pounds! In the fridge you find a full two litre of Pepsi, which you guzzle on the spot as you rummage for more food.
You suddenly remember that hanging in your bedroom is a huge tartan housecoat that your uncle Larry had sent you as a gag gift last Christmas - at least, you thought it was huge last Christmas, you hope it’s big enough now. Only one problem - your bedroom is upstairs!
You take a two litre of rootbeer, a loaf of bread and a 5 lb bag of apples out of the fridge. As you head down the front hallway, you wonder if you can get your vastly fattened body up the stairs to your room. This will really test all those brand new muscles, you think as you start up slowly up the stairs. The bottom stair flexes slightly as you step on it, and the next step groans under your weight. Amazingly, it seems that only balance is really a problem for going up the stairs - your new leg muscles must be even stronger than you thought. At the top of the stairs you head into your room and drop the food beside your easy chair. You tear off the remnants of your t-shirt, jeans and underwear, and dig in the closet for the housecoat. You put it on, noting that it barely meets across your gut. Wow, you think, I am enormous, as you drop your fat butt onto the easy chair which groans and settles under the sudden mammoth load. You hit the remote, to find that the comedy channel is showing a re-run of the Nutty Professor, and you’ve tuned in just as he inflates to enormous size. Looking from the screen down to your huge protruding gut and back, you wonder just how big you are, and whether this is permanent or what. Didn’t the wizard say you could call him if you had questions or wanted to change the effect?
“Felix, Mr. Wizard, can you hear me? I’ve got some questions...”
Suddenly, the phone rings. You clamber out of the easy chair - not as easy as you thought, your belly gets in the way - to grab it.
“This is Felix.”
“Hi. I have a few questions.”
“I’m sure you do.”
“Is this effect permanent?”
“Well, it is and it isn’t. I can reverse it, of course, and if you don’t eat enough to maintain the fat, or do enough exercise to maintain the muscle, they will slowly shrink, just like any fat or muscle.”
“Oh, so I’m always going to be this hungry?”
“If you want to stay fat you are. And you’d better start exercising to keep those muscles.”
“OK. How big am I?”
“Don’t you know? Oh, yes, I forgot, humans aren’t usually aware of themselves that way. Let me give you that awareness.”
“610 pounds!”
“Well, you put on a huge amount of muscle, then ate enough to add a lot of fat, then doubled the whole thing.”
“Is it safe? I mean, am I healthy? Will I drop dead from being this fat?”
“You’ll be as healthy as if you had never put on the weight. If you were unhealthy before, you’ll be unhealthy now, and vice versa.”
“Sweet. Umm, what am I going to do for clothes?”
“Find a Big and Fat guy shop?”
“But I have nothing to wear to get there!”
“OK, I’ll give you a break. I’ll plant a charm so that anything you currently own will change as your weight changes. But anything new you want to buy - you’re on your own.”
“Sweet, thank you, this is great!”
“Don’t mention it. I reward those who do me a good turn.”
“Umm, one more thing. How big can I get? I mean like, is there an upper limit?”
“How big do you want to get? The clay and the gem will keep you healthy at any size, but there are other problems with being big. Remember, you still have to fit through doors...”
The phone is suddenly dead. You look around the room and see that, yes, the pair of jeans lying on the floor beside the bed look a lot bigger than they used to. You amble over to your underwear drawer, your huge thighs rubbing gently, to find that your boxer briefs all look big enough to fit...even you. You’re suddenly hungry again, so you sit down again on the easy chair, which groans and sags beneath your weight. You gobble down the apples and bread, and guzzle the Pepsi while watching a bit more of the Nutty Professor. Even at his biggest, he’s not as big as you are now, you think. Pretty good for not even out of high school yet! What to do now that you’re a huge, strong fat guy, you wonder. Become a WWF wrestler? Or a powerlifter? Join a circus? Do those strong guy events, like they have on TV or at Scottish festivals? Model fat guy clothes? The world’s heaviest football player? There are lots of fat computer geeks, aren’t there? And engineers? And truckdrivers?
You come out of your daydream of being the world’s biggest strongman and truck driver to hear the doorbell ringing. As you try to hurry to put on some clothes, you find that your new layers of flab bounce enough to really slow you down. Moving slowly and deliberately, you pull on a pair of boxer briefs which hug your fattened rump like a glove. The jeans follow, and you are impressed to find that they’re big enough to fit across your belly, not just under it. A black t-shirt, blown up huge, follows. You go over to the window and yell, “Just a minute.”
Going downstairs proves to be trickier than going up - the balance is tougher, and you grab the banister a couple of times, hoping it won’t break. When you get to the front door you find that it’s:
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