After a few seconds of unpacking, you follow Matt to the back room, and to his dad's office. Mr. Brunner, Matt's dad, immediately gets up from his desk when you walk in, and you notice right away that he is about six-foot-four, and built big like your dad. In fact, he appears even bigger than your dad in some ways. His gut is bigger and rounder, and protrudes further out in front, and as he turns to grab something off the shelf, you notice his butt is bigger than your dad's as well. He probably outweighs your dad by thirty pounds or more. He smiles at you and nods, and then takes a closer look at Matt.
"Son, you've been filling out since you started helping me out around here," he comments, patting Matt's belly. You and Matt smile at each other, knowing the secret of his weight gain is in the wishing powder.
"Dad, can I take off a little early today?" Matt asks.
"Sure son," Mr. Brunner answers. You make a comment that you can see where Matt gets his size from, and Matt's dad grins broadly. He pushes out his chest, and sucks in his belly a bit. He has the build of a man who obviously did some serious weight lifting in his time, but has rounded out from a lot of good eating.
"Matt's a chip off the old block, that's for sure," he says proudly, "he's going to be as big as me or bigger!" You imagine it's a good time to ask Mr. Brunner how much he weighs. He looks a little surprised by the question, and has to think a bit before answering.
"I'm sure I'm well over four hundred pounds by now," he finally answers. He hitches up the back of his big pants, and surprises you by grabbing his belly with both hands and giving it a couple of bounces. He then slaps it a couple times, and sticks it out, smiling down at the size of it. You can't resist giving it a poke, and when you do, he looks at you, and laughs good-naturedly.
"I think I've even passed up the size of your dad now," he adds. You nod your head in agreement. His belly protrudes enormously. He gives it one more slap and returns to his desk chair, which groans as he lowers his weight into it. When he sits, his great, round gut spreads as it perches on his lap. He rests one hand against it.
"You boys go have some fun now," he smiles, ordering you out of his office.
As you leave, a number of things go through your head. Could Matt possibly end up even bigger than his dad? What would happen if you used the wishing powder on Mr. Brunner? Should you tell Matt what's on your mind?
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