Just How Good Can it Get?

You sit on your bed, feeling your giant ass spread out and your thighs smother the mattress. You notice your phone on your nightstand and pick it up, looking at your notifications. You have a few things you swipe away but then pause on your friend Mitch's message from earlier while you were eating. Having been so caught up in your new life, you forgot all about checking in on your friends. Your messenger opens and you see what he left you.

TheMitcher: Dude, we still on for tomorrow? I'll be by around 1 or so. Give you time to sleep in.

You: Yeah! Come over whenever.

TheMitcher: Cool, see you then. Need me to bring anything?

You pause at this question. Your friends likely know about your family and your life, right? Though your eyes glance at the wishing powder on your desk and you consider this a bit while you sit there. Your free hand rubs your vast, hairy belly and you realize you could make some more changes if you wanted to. But what would you want?

"I guess I could fatten them up, too... Or, I could have like... a harem of boyfriends?" you say to yourself as you think. "Hm... what if dad and I shared them..."

The powder sits there taunting you and you're almost horny just at the thought of making a wish. You lick your lips and nod your fat head, getting up to grab the powder and the last of the water you have.