Spoil yourself.

You can have anything you want... Anything at all... You never contemplated just how much power you had, it makes you a bit scared -- but also excited. As you lay sprawled out on the couch you've practically been glued to for weeks, surrounded by junk food to idly stuff yourself with, you look at the TV mounted on the wall and can't help but think that it's so... Small. You grab the bottle of wish powder, take a pinch, sprinkle it into the 2-liter of cola you've been drinking straight from the bottle and say "I wish my TV was bigger," before bringing it to your lips and chug most of it down.

You let out a massive belch and slap your fat gut contentedly. You're amazed as you watch the small TV on the wall expands to fill up more of the wall; not only that, your speakers also morph and contort into much more expensive models, leaving you with a colossal home theater system that looked like it was pulled out of a mansion. It seems the wish powder also recognizes subconscious wishes as well. You sink even deeper into your couch as you enjoy your favorite shows in new found luxury. Your arms instinctively cradle the giant bucket of buffalo wings on your left and the nearly empty bottle of wishing cola on your right as you slip back into your lazy stupor and think "I wish this vacation would never end." before unwittingly drinking the last of your soda and casting the empty bottle onto the floor, as you've been increasingly prone to do lately, but don't worry, you'll clean it up later. Right now it's TV time.

The TV was just the start of your hedonism as you started to wish for more and more things. A bigger couch with massagers, a bigger fridge, all the new game systems along with every game, unlimited access to every streaming service under the sun, every single desire you had you fulfilled it without hesitation. As weeks turned to months all that hedonism steadily started to warp you, not just physically but mentally too. The doughy paunch you grew initially exploded into a giant, heavy, mound of lard that sits on your lap as you spend all day on the couch gorging on food. You haven't bothered to keep track of your weight but if you had to guess you'd probably put yourself around 450-460lbs. The massive growth is unsurprising given how your eating habits have changed. Every day you seem to stuff more and more food into your fat mouth as you just sit on the couch all day watching tv, playing video games, and grazing on the pile of endless junk food you keep within reach at all times. You never get up off the couch unless you have to to waddle over to the fridge for more food or to the bathroom and every time you do get up it seems like it's harder to do than the last and leaves you out of breath. Your hygiene has also started to take a dive since picking up and taking showers has started to seem like more and more of a hassle that you don't want to do, besides, who do you have to impress anyway? A greasy sheen of sweat coats you at all times that's soaked into your severely undersized clothes and accents your rolls with glints of blue light from the TV in the dark, trash filled, living room. A pungent musk hangs around you at all time that most people would find repulsive but you find it manly and invigorating. Along side your hygiene, your manners have also started to slip as you let raucous belches and raunchy farts bubble out of you in alarming frequency without even a scrap of shame. You're constantly feeling your cock up through your underwear like a pervert and jerking yourself off whenever the urge hits you, indulging your manhood and abusing your hole with the colorful collection of debauched sex toys you've started accumulating.

You love this feeling, no worries whatsoever just absolute freedom. You feel like a king. A fat, slovenly, king. You have everything you want... But you could have more.