The whole world.

You spend the rest of the night gawking at your handiwork as Samson gorges and makes a spectacle of his obesity on live TV to the adoration of millions across the globe. Once the credits roll, you start thinking about who to use the powder on next and an unbelievable thought crosses your mind. One so profane and **** you barely even think it could be possible from just a measly little sip of magic liquid. Ever since your love of fat awakened in you you've had a fantasy that has always captured your imagination. A dream of a world filled with massively fat gay slobs. Where being fat wasn't just accepted - it was celebrated.

You stare and swirl the remaining cyan liquid in the cup. Your heart pounds in your chest as you think about the ramifications of changing all of human existence. Your mind is telling you no -- but the throbbing hardon in your pants is telling you yes. Your shaking hand seems to have a mind of its own as it brings the cup to your lips. You know you shouldn't. Who knows if the effects of this stuff are reversible? What if these wishes are designed to backfire like on TV? Your mind swims with questions and concerns but your mouth moves on it's own and spits out the words for you.

"I wish the whole world was fatter."

You clench your eyes tight and pour the rest of the magic liquid down your throat. A long moment passes before you open your eyes. You don't feel any different. You start flipping through channels on TV to see if anything was different, but no. It's still filled with the same old boring supermodel celebrities. A disappointed sigh escapes you. All that worry for nothing. You guess your wish truly was too big for just a small sip of magic water, oh well. You glance at the time on your phone and realize it's getting late and you should start getting ready for bed. Tomorrow's Monday so that means back to work at your crappy office job. You fix yourself a light dinner before taking a shower and heading off to bed. Thoughts of massively fat men fill your mind as you drift off into a deep, deep slumber.

♫ Jing-a-ling, jang-a-lang, jing-a-ling~... Jing-a-ling, jang-a-lang, jing-a-ling~ ♫

You groggily reach out your hand to feel around your nightstand for your phone to make that incessant alarm stop. After a few moments of fumbling around you finally get it in your hand and firmly tap the button. Your groggy eyes slowly slide open as you slowly sit yourself up in bed. You groan tiredly as your sleepy body wants to remain at rest. Last night was some of the deepest sleep you've ever gotten in your life and you're annoyed it had to end. A long drawn out yawn passes through your lips as you rub the sleep out of your bleary eyes and once the world comes back into focus your jaw drops as you look down and come to a shocking realization.

You're huge.

A massive blubbery gut now dominates your midsection beneath a pair of large pillowy moobs. You can barely see your fat legs beyond its horizon as it spills over your lap. You feel your face and pinch your pudgy cheeks and triple chin. You're in complete shock over how big you've gotten over night. You decide you need a better look and heave your elephantine body out of bed and onto its feet. You're so heavy moving is difficult as you clumsily waddle your way into the bathroom, the motion of your pendulous gut as it sways from side to side with your heavy footsteps doing its best to try and throw you off balance. You gaze at your new body in the mirror; you're absolutely massive. Your gut sticks out far in front of you and hangs down well past your fat swaddled knees in cascading rolls of adipose. Your colossal ass looks like it could easily crush a small couch and your thighs are so swollen with fat they push your legs apart. For a few moments you wonder what happened but then the events of last night come flooding back.

You waddle your way back into the other room as fast as you can muster with your whale-like body and flick on the TV. It's the morning news with Kent Daniels, only now instead of the slender chiseled man you were used to seeing in the morning there was now a gargantuan sweating blob of a man, bursting out a stained and sweat soaked suit anchored behind the desk which was generously stocked with boxes donuts. He stuffed several donuts into his mouth and munched on them for a moment before beginning the news for the day with his mouth still full "Mrff, good morning San Gordissimo. _Nomf, _it's a _mrrgh _beautiful day today. _Mrff, so good _I'm your host, Kent Daniels." He finally took a second to swallow his food and released a raucous belch before continuing "Our top story today: It's national donut day, and to celebrate, Double-Chin Donuts is offering free all-you-can-eat donuts for everyone for one day only." He paused again to grab more donuts and shove them into his mouth "suuh geh dehm wah yuu cahn" he choked out through his stuffed maw. You change channels again. A massively fat man in a chef's uniform as he walks you through a recipe for triple deep fried butter sticks. You hit the remote yet again. This time it's a commercial for some new competitive eating show with some of the biggest men you've ever seen stuffing burgers into their fat faces. You keep flipping through channels and all you see are enormous blob men, ads for weight gain supplements, commercials for absurdly huge fast food items, sports commentators discussing last night's sumo match.

You can't believe it. Your wish actually came true!

Your excitement is broken however when you look at the time and realize you'll be late for work if you don't squeeze your fat ass into some clothes and get going. Although, those donuts did look rather tasty... Perhaps you could just take a sick day to go and explore your new reality.