You pop the piece of clay into your mouth, and note again the lack of taste of the clay. You concentrate on becoming the size of your uncle Louis - you’ve always liked him, partly for his size and good humour, partly because he did what he wanted to - whether eating, or dressing, or acting - regardless of what the rest of ‘the family’ thought. Noting that Brian’s clothes nearly split when he grew, you also wish that your clothes would grow along with you. You sit back, and look down at your gut, which is swelling gently but steadily. As you look, you see your pecs and legs swelling as well. Your jeans don’t feel any tighter, though - neither does your shirt. Your clothes are growing along with you! This will be convenient.
At this point Brian comes back with three loaded plates. “Hey, man, you’re really growing,” he says.
“I’ve found out another trick,” you reply. “If you think about your clothes growing along with your body, they adjust too.”
“Hey, then I can fix these tight jeans,” Brian replies. “To tell the truth, they’re killing me. Give me some more clay.” You break off a piece and put it on the table in front of him. Your own growth seems to have stopped, and now your gut hangs down and touches the top of your thighs. You wonder about standing up, but you are suddenly, ravenously hungry, so you push the chair back with one fattened leg and get up. As you waddle off to the buffet tables, Brian is popping the clay into his mouth.
When you come back with three plates full, you find that Brian has ...
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