Your dad summons a feast for himself!

"I wish the kitchen was fully stocked and there was a feast ready and waiting for me on the kitchen table," your dad says to himself. Your dad doesn't hesitate and begins marching toward the dining area and you follow along admiring how his newfound fat jiggles. As you approach you begin to notice the growing smells of food. Your dad guffaws as he turns the corner and you are agasp at how much food is waiting on the table for your dad. Dozens and dozens of dishes stack covering the entire surface area of the table.

"That- that's a lot, Dad!" You stutter as your dad excitedly starts grabbing a few pieces of food and scarfing them down.

"It's as much as I wanted! Exactly!"

"Can you even eat this much!? I know you just got a lot fatter, but this is more than triple the most you've ever eaten in a single sitting!"

"That's what this is for!" Your dad proudly shows his cup of wishing powder-enhanced soda. He takes a quick chug and belches it saying, "I wish I was starving and ready to eat all of this!" Your dad rubs his stomach groaning as you can only imagine the hunger he is now feeling. "There we go. Come on son, you gonna help me or what?"

"You want my help?" You ask ashamedly stepping forward. That sounded like so much fun! You were trying desperately to hold in your excitement.

"Of course! This is a lot of food for a man of my size and I can't reach across the table. Help me get this all down, bud!"

Your dad digs in and you gladly help him in his quest to devour the entire feast. He truly eats as if he hasn't eaten for days and scarfs bite after bite of food down. He has no shame in making a mess as his tank-top shirt starts to grow dirtier and dirtier. You help bring him more of the food from the end of the table and he just opens his mouth for you to shove the food in with everything else. You are enraptured in your father's gluttony. He just eats and eats and looks happier than ever to be such a gluttonous fatass. It takes almost two hours before finally your dad gulps down the last chicken wing and belches loudly before rubbing his gut.

"Ooh, son." he groans as his distended belly rumbles. "Now that was a good feast."

"That was... impressive, Dad, " you tell him.

"Thanks, bud!" He says grunting as he begins to get up. "We'll worry about the mess tomorrow, your old man's gotta get to bed and let this all settle."

"Okay, yeah. I'm pretty tired too," you admit as you join your dad in walking to your rooms before you realize something. "Wait, Dad! Mom's gonna freak when she sees you like this."

"Well, I guess she might be a little confused, but I was just gonna explain what happened."

"Or," you say showing your dad the powder once more. "We can just wish that you've always been like this."

"Hmm," Your dad thinks as he takes the powder from you. "I guess that will make things easier." Your dad pops open the powder and sprinkles some into his mouth before saying, "I wish that since I got married, I've slowly been growing fatter until the weight I am now and everyone believes that was always the truth."

"That sounds perfect," you tell your dad as he hands you back the powder.

"I kind of wanted to see the look on your mother's face when she woke up next to all of this, but this is probably for the better. Thanks for this, son. Have a good night!"

"Night, Dad!"

You two separate and go to your rooms. You head into bed putting the powder on your nightstand still in disbelief that such a thing works. And it's all yours! You fall asleep to sweet dreams of what wonders you will wish for now that you can get everything you've ever wanted.