You lend Josh some of your brother Mike's biggest clothes, but there's no way they'll cover his immense gut - half his gut and lovehandles hang out below the stretched shirt, and Mike's boxer shorts can barely contain his girth and immense legs.
"This is stupid," says Josh, "these are just going to burst when I move. Your clothes fit - where'd they come from? D'you have any more?"
"D’oh!" you reply, realizing that when you wished yourself to a quarter ton, you wished your clothes to grow along with you, but you didn't do the same for Josh. You could wish Josh's own clothes do the same thing, grow to match him, or since he's now the same size as you, you could just lend him some of yours. You want to go swimming, so you...
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