Wish for a bottomless stomach.

Even though your appetite has grown so tremendously that you were able to pack away more food in one sitting than the old you could've eaten in an entire month you were filling up fast -- and the mayor can't disappoint his citizens by being full after a measly few hundreds of donuts, even if they were twice the size of your fist. You pause your eating for a second and point to your assistant. You're about to ask a question when a thunderous belch erupts out of your mouth, much to the other patron's celebration who belch and fart along with you. A dopey "Uhhh..." comes out of your mouth as you sit there with a confused expression for a second, unsure of how to actually address him. "Steve, sir. Steve Hefton." he chimes in for you. "Ah! Steve, right!" You try to play it off like you knew the whole time "These donuts are so good I couldn't think straight." You chuckle awkwardly. "Don't worry, sir, I know you're bad with names," Steve replies with a chubby smile "Besides, it's only been a couple weeks since I started filling in as your assistant so I'll forgive you for forgetting a few times." he continues as you idly shove another donut into your mouth "What happened to the last guy?" you ask with your mouth stuffed full. "He got hooked on BiggerSauce and he got shipped off to the BiggerBurger Bariatric Living Community. Lucky guy's hooked up to a vat of the stuff 24/7 now." Steve answers calmly. You have some questions but you decide that now is not the time to be asking them. You have donuts that need eating.

"Well, Steve," you clear your throat and try to look like a dignified mayor "go and get me something to drink, please." you order and Steve nods compliantly as he turns and waddle over to the drink fountain. You get a nice long glimpse of his ass as it shakes and wobbles all over with each heavy step he takes. Slowly but surely he brings you back a massive 256 oz cup. You thank him and pop the lid off and are surprised by what's inside. It's not filled with soda but rather cake batter! You cast a glance back at Steve who looks a bit flushed, possibly because of the intense 'exercise' of walking to the drink machine. "Sorry sir, the machine was all out of chocolate pudding so I got you cake batter instead." He apologizes nervously but you're more surprised that this is considered a normal drink in this world. Never the less you pull out the bottle of wish powder from under your moob and shake a little bit in before mixing it all together with the straw and start to chug it. As you gulp down the thick sugary liquid you think your next wish.

"I wish my stomach was bottomless so I can eat forever."

You take down nearly the entire cup of cake batter before coming up for air. You pant heavily and suddenly feel something welling up in your overstuffed belly. The feeling grows and swells before it forces its way up your esophagus and erupts from your mouth in the form of one of the loudest, most powerful belches in history. So strong it shakes the very building and makes everyone stop dead in their tracks to look at you. A heavy silence fills the room, save for the unsilenceable burps and farts that frequently slipped out of folks, before erupting in cheering and applause at your show of gaseous power. After that you feel like you can eat the world. You shovel in the big pile of donuts that's accumulated in front of you and wolf them down in a matter of seconds. Even though you feel full you still feel like you can eat more and more, every donut passing down your gullet feels like it just melts away into more fat the moment it hits your immense stomach. The crowd around you goes wild as you tear into your donuts with renewed voracity and don't slow down.

You're in hog heaven as you shovel donut after donut into your bottomless belly. Despite all the massive men in the establishment gorging themselves on inhuman amounts of sugary fried pastries along with you the kitchen is somehow more than keeping up with demand, filling up giant tubs with fresh donuts every other minute from chutes coming out of the kitchen that are then promptly raided by the colossal fatasses filling up the restaurant. As you're surveying the operation you notice two men with cameras, both profoundly obese and bulging out of their black clothes, waddle through the doors followed by a man who was easily bigger than the two of them put together wearing a familiar sweat soaked and grease stained suit that was about five sizes too small for him. It's Kent Daniels, the man you saw on the news earlier. His eyes lock on you and he instructs the cameramen to go collect some B-roll before he slowly lumbers over to you with a mic in hand. "Ah, Mayor ______," he greets with a smile between heavy breaths "I see you're out enjoying National Donut Day already like everyone else!" you keep eating donuts as he talks "You're looking absolutely massive today, and I thought I was fat!" he says with a big grin and smacks his dragging belly. "We're hoping to broadcast your annual donut binge to all of SG again this year along side an interview with the owner of DC Donuts." as he continues he gestures for one of his cameramen, who's stuffing his face with donuts instead of filming them, to come over. He shoves a few more donuts in his mouth and cradles some more in his arm to graze on as he waddles over to the two of you and points the camera at your fat face. Kent holds his microphone up to your mouth, stuffed with donuts and asks