You had a few ideas but not sure which one you really wanted to do. Your dad was clearly stuck now being nothing but an eating machine. While sexy, it actually was causing him pain if he didn't eat. Not to mention your mom now was a full-time cook running around like crazy. You could also join them! Make a few wishes for food and whatnot but you could be as fat as them and be pampered too! Or do you want to be the one to pamper them? The thought was enticing. Your the one who made them like this, why not be the one to push them to their limits and make sure they live comfortably.
You were the one with the wishing powder so you could adjust this stuff. After all, you'd just made a wish and let it happen so it was time to make some refinements! You sit down at your desk and mix up some of the solution to begin your mad science. The neon blue drink sits before you and you take a breath before gulping some. Were you playing too much with reality? Maybe. But it was fun.
"I wish that mom retired off to her dream house and that I was the caretaker for dad and my brother," you say, causing another swirl go through your head as things shift to suit your wish.
Your room shifts, becoming a bit bigger as your whole house seems to expand. Your stuff is all still there but you now notice that above your desk is a big cork board that has index cards of feeding schedules and take out menus all over the place. Even your phone buzzes to alert you to the fact that the feeding tube tanks had been refilled and were ready to be used.
"I wish that we always had enough money to keep dad and bro fed and growing because," you pause, thinking about how you could just have money without it looking too suspicious. "Because they're both big gainer streamers who sell videos and livestreams?" You weren't sure about that bit but you knew those were both things that existed. Plus, your family was now the biggest of the big so it was likely that the community would drop money on them. Right?
Your phone buzzes again as the wish takes hold, showing you a new deposit into the main bank account which shows you that it all worked rather nicely. This causes you to smile and take another sip to keep going. You had a whole new life now! Hell, you didn't even need to focus on getting a job at this point since your family was making bank off this stuff. But would it last? And what about you, actually? What do you want out of this?
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