You've always wanted to be fat and there's no way a little skinny coffee house girl bring you down in your moment of triumph, you take another sip of your double mocha drink with Wishing Powder mixed in and say," I wish I gained a 100 more pounds."
You stand up and say in a loud tone," Think this is big, then just watch."
You put a hand on your little belly and feel your belly begin to expand. The coffee house girl and the other patrons of the restaurant watch as your stance begins to widen and your belly slowly inches forward.
Whispers start to fly around the coffee house. "How is he doing that?" "He's going to pop." Oh my god." "How disgusting." But the waitress is left silent watching you.
You feel your belly push outward and your shirt is pushed upward to expose even more skin. Your short's button get a bit too tight and flies off, bouncing on the table before you on the way out. Your gut pushes downward, forcing your zipper down. Your thighs get thicker and push against the tight shorts along with your growing rump. Your shirt begins to get even tighter around your chest. You hear the fabric being forced too far and starting to spilt in a few places.
Slowly the growing stops and you realize you're now 290 pounds. Bigger than your brother Mike before he went to college. All around you are shocked coffee house patrons wondering what they just witnessed.
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