You exit out of the store with a smile, Sean's slowly going to blow up to 350 pounds of fat by midnight, the end of the day. It's about 2:30 now and Sean has invited you over at 8. You decide you might as well go home.
You jump onto your bike and peddle off back home.
You arrive back home to see that Mike's big red truck is still parked in the driveway. You wonder if he's still sleeping. It'd be pretty sad if he still is.
You walk up to the door and test to see if the door is still locked, it isn't and you open it up and kick off your shoes and head pass the kitchen and into the living room to see Mike sitting back in the couch with a wife beater shirt on and some black shorts that look a little tight.
"Hey little brother," Mike says pressing mute and looking at you with a smile," I missed you. Come here and give me a hug."
You smile and head over to Mike and give him a hug and he holds you close and gives you a bear hug. You can tell he's a bit stronger then he was in the fall.
Mike lets you go and you look down to see that his belly is bigger and you give it a pat and say," I see you didn't starve at college."
"Not at all," Mike smiles giving his belly a rub," plenty of good food at college. I packed away 40 pounds at college."
"That makes you 300 right?" you ask giving his belly another poke.
"That's about right," Mike says," some of it is also muscle."
"I could tell," you answer," you must be a force to be recon with on the field."
"You bet your skinny butt," Mike grins and gives your flat tummy a poke," but there's a few guys on the team that's bigger then me."
"Impossible," you gasp.
"I think one guy blew over the 400 pound mark," Mike says with his thinking face.
"I guess you're a little guy too," you joke.
"Not as small as you!" Mike says and jumps to his feet and holds you close to his belly and lifts you up off the ground.
"Hey!" you say in surprise.
Mike grins put you back on the ground and holds you down with his foot.
"You're still weak little bro," Mike smiles with a big hairy foot on your chest. Mike lowers himself down and rests his butt on your stomach," What are we going to do with you?"
"Just leave me alone," you struggle.
"Fine," Mike says and stands up and sits back down on the couch.
You get up and dust off your shirt and head upstairs to your bedroom.
You really have to do something about Mike, maybe you should use the Wishing Powder?
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