Become a NEET.

As you stare at the bottle of wishing powder wondering what to do next your phone buzzes. You quickly pull it out to see who's messaging you only to be disappointed that it's from work. With a sigh, you stuff it back in your pocket, not wanting to deal with whatever it is they want at the moment. You always hated working. The only reason you ever got a job in the first place wasn't because you wanted it but simply because you had to and no matter what job you had it only ever made you miserable to toil day in and day out for hours on end just for some lousy money that would barely be enough to just scrape by. You always felt like you weren't cut out to be a working adult and a slight ting of jealousy would creep up on you whenever you saw or heard stories of those spoiled trust fund kids that just got to laze around being pampered all day by their rich parents. Of course you love your family and all the things they do for you but sometimes you can't help but fantasize.

"I wish I never had to work at all." You say as you take the bottle and mix some more of the pearlescent into your water and down it. Suddenly an intense wave of dizziness washes over you, much stronger than the ones before. You think maybe this stuff shouldn't be consumed in such rapid succession. You decide to set the bottles down on your nightstand and lay down in your bed before you lose your balance. Once your head hits the pillow the vertigo starts to subside only to be overtaken by a sudden wave of drowsiness and within seconds you're out like a light.

When you finally come to, your head feels foggy. You look around your room to try and get your bearings. It's so much bigger than you remembered. Dozens of cute plush toys are dotted about in piles and on the tops of shelves that are lined with hundreds of games for every console as well as countless volumes of comic books and manga. Your bed has also expanded from a full to a california king size, no doubt to accommodate the extra 600lbs you're sporting. This is your room? You try to remember what happened yesterday but it feels like a dream. The more you try to recall the more implausible it seems. Work? Wishing Powder? Mom? None of that was right. It's always been you, your brother, and your two dads; and they made sure their boys never had to work a day in your lives, you never even went to school. They've kept you both well fed with all the money they make from the "family business". All that stuff before must have been just a bad dream you had. As long as you can remember you've had all your wants and needs fulfilled without ever having to lift a finger.

Now that you've come to your senses again you lay back on the mound of soft pillows on your bed, instinctively pick up the remote and turn on the massive TV aimed right right in front of it, already tuned to some rather raunchy show of massively fat wrestlers groping and fondling each other's sweaty flab in skin tight speedos that clearly showed their huge erections. You lazily rub your doughy belly as you drink in the men on screen, feeling your own cock growing stiff in your pillowy fupa. Before you know it, you find your hand slip beneath your fat gut to fondle and play with your fatpad when suddenly there's a knock at your door.