Off to King George's!

"Should we hit up King George's?" asks Mitch as the guys wipe their brows.

King George's was a local spot that was a buffet, a bar, a grill... basically everything in one. The place was huge even before your wish altered your life so you figured it was likely your go-to spot now. It was basically the one decent spot in town to go and it helped that, even if you didn't know what you were in the mood for, there was likely something there you'd eat. They did have an amazing buffet that rivaled ones in Vegas, so you had heard, and it was usually a treat to go there. Maybe once a year for a special occasion? Memories hit you that you basically were now there everyday, rewriting those old ones pretty quickly.

"Yeah! Let's go," you say to the guys in a thick, deep voice that you're still getting used to. "You guys go on ahead and get settled in the car. I'll be right out."

You say this like you know what car could even fit them all. Of course, they don't question it and stomp out of your room while you mix up another batch of neon blue drink in your glass of water. With a big grin on your bearded face, you take a swig and begin your alterations.

"I wish we had a vehicle that could support all of us no matter what..." you say, closing your eyes as the wish takes effect.

You gulp again, "I wish that me and dad being in underwear was totally normal for us and everyone loved seeing us that way."

Again, there's the lurch in your vast belly as the world changes. You feel your huge cock and balls be cupped along with your giant ass, both of them lifting off the ground a bit as the biggest pair of briefs in the world is pulled onto you by magic, unseen hands. You smile at that.

"And I wish that King George's always lets us eat for free," you whisper.

You hear a honk outside and know the guys are waiting on you. You stuff the powder under your fat moob and smile as you stomp out of your room, squeezing your ass out with a grunt as you head for the door. When you get outside...