John's heart raced as he watched his mom approach. He could almost feel the words forming on her lips, each one a potential trigger for another unwanted transformation.
"Mom, wait!" he shouted, hoping to halt her before she could make any wishes. "This is insane, you can't just—"
But Sarah was already speaking. "I’ve been struggling to lose these extra pounds for years. If this is true, then... I wish I could just shed this weight and be slim again."
John's protest died in his throat as the tingling sensation returned, this time more intense than before. He felt his body growing even heavier, the extra pounds from his mom piling on top of what he had already taken from Jessie. His already ample frame grows even larger, his belly swelling and sagging over his waistband, his arms, and legs thickening with more fat, and his face rounding out, his clothes stretched painfully tight against his expanding form.
John was still grappling with the aftermath of his mother's wish when the doorbell clamored once more. Karen Mahoney, with her trademark scowl, barged in accompanied by her daughter, Hailey.
John’s heart sinks. He knows Karen’s complaints are endless, and Hailey isn’t much better. He needs to get away before they can say anything more.
“Uh, Mom, I’ll be upstairs,” John says quickly, attempting to waddle away.
Ignoring John's discomfort, Karen launched into a tirade about the fence between their houses.
As Karen's complaints grew about aging and her weight, John felt the telltale tingle of transformation. But this time, Karen's wish took an unexpected turn. "You know sometimes I wish I wasn't an older, overweight woman," she said half-heartedly.
With a surge of magic, John's body morphed yet again, but this time into something entirely different. His form softened, curves blossoming where once there were none. Layers of fat accumulated rapidly, expanding his once chubby frame into extreme obesity. His chest ballooned outward, hefty breasts swelling into mammoth orbs, straining against the fabric of his shirt with a newfound weight. Each breast spilled over his hands, swelling into voluptuous mounds that jiggled with every movement. His belly swelled, protruding in a massive curve that blocked his view of his own feet. Layers of fat cascaded over his waistband, pooling around his midsection in soft, undulating waves. Hips widened, thighs thickened, and arms plumped. His once slender limbs now resembled overstuffed sausages, encased in layers of flabby flesh that quivered with every step.
During this transformation, his clothing underwent a subtle change as well. Seams stretched and fabric reshaped itself to match the contours of a woman of his newfound size, accommodating the swell of his breasts and hips. A bra materialized, struggling to contain the sheer enormity of his swollen chest, the straps digging into his soft flesh as they attempted to support the weight of his burgeoning breasts. Panties, once comfortably snug, were now engulfed by his massive ass, stretched to their limit until they resembled a mere string between his ample cheeks.
His attire continued to adapt to his expanding form, the tight yoga pants he wore now stretched to their absolute limit, the fabric straining against his ballooning thighs and hips. Each movement caused the fabric to shift and stretch, becoming somewhat see-through in certain areas as it struggled to contain the sheer mass of his lower body. Meanwhile, his top clung to his curves, the fabric struggling to contain his burgeoning belly and cleavage. The neckline plunged deeply, showcasing the ample flesh that now adorned his chest, while the material strained against his expanding midsection, threatening to burst at the seams under the weight of his burgeoning figure.
Karen, on the other hand, stood in stunned silence, her body transformed into that of a man. His jaw slackened as he surveyed his broadened shoulders and newfound muscularity. Meeting John's gaze, he seemed to recognize the familiar features now mirrored in a masculine visage.
Before anyone could comprehend the situation, Hailey voiced her own dissatisfaction with her height and weight. John's heart sank as another wave of transformation washed over him. His body shrank, his height diminishing until he stood at just 5'0".
But the changes didn't end there. As Hailey's wish took effect, John's body continued to expand. His flesh rippled and stretched, straining against the seams of his clothing. Every inch of his being seemed to swell with excess fat, his movements becoming labored under the immense weight he now bore. His once trim figure was now buried beneath layers of adipose tissue, his proportions grotesquely exaggerated by the relentless growth.
His breasts, already swollen from Karen's wish, expanded even further, ballooning into massive spheres that dwarfed his torso. Each breast weighed heavily upon his chest, pressing against each other and creating deep cleavage that spilled out from the confines of his bra. His belly, already an expansive mass, swelled outward with each passing moment, distending into a massive globe that protruded obscenely from his body. Rolls of fat cascaded over his waistband, hanging in folds around his midsection and swaying with each ponderous step. Hips widened, thighs thickened, and arms plumped, their once slender forms lost beneath layers of flabby flesh. Every movement sent waves of fat rippling through his body, the sheer weight of his bulk causing his flesh to jiggle and wobble with each step.
The strain proved too much for his already overstretched clothing. With a loud rip, his top and yoga pants gave way, torn asunder by the sheer magnitude of his bloated body. He stood there, exposed and vulnerable, clad only in a bra and panties. His breasts spilled out over the ill-fitting bra, the fabric struggling to contain their immense size. Below, his panties were completely hidden under mounds of fat, lost amidst the expanse of his swollen thighs and belly.
"Let me call Sandra and see if she has anything for you," your mom said.
"Thank you, Sandra," Sarah said, a note of gratitude evident in her tone. "I'll make sure he gets them."
Ending the call, Sarah turned to face John with a small smile. "Sandra's on her way over with some clothes for you, dear."
Sure enough, within minutes, Sandra Thompson arrived, carrying a bundle of clothes in her arms. With a sympathetic smile, she handed them over to John, who accepted them with a mixture of gratitude and trepidation.
The clothing, though well-intentioned, was ill-fitting at best. The sweatpants, while roomy enough, proved too small for John's massive frame, their waistband digging uncomfortably into his flesh. As he pulled them on, his belly spilled out over the top, exposed for all to see. The tank top fared no better, barely covering his breasts and leaving his distended belly completely exposed.
Despite their shortcomings, the clothes were a welcome relief from the torn remnants of his previous outfit. With a sigh, John adjusted the ill-fitting garments as best he could, surrendering himself to their less-than-ideal fit. After all, beggars couldn't be choosers.
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