You slowly waddle around the shop, your movements hampered by your vast new bulk, but not your weight. Your vast new belly, which hangs more than a yard out in front of the flat gut you’re used to, rubs against the edges of tables and shelves. When you stop and turn, your love handles, now nearly six feet wide, hit things as well - as do your vast butt cheeks, which hang nearly a yard behind you.
"I feel good!" you say, turning back towards Swizzle. As you turn, the quivering, hanging front apron of your gigantic gut sweeps across a low table, knocking over a bottle, which spills its contents onto your bare belly skin.
"Oh, no!" Swizzle wails. "That stuff will cause your appetite to take flight!"
As he finishes speaking, your vast new gut grumbles. Suddenly, you feel as if your whole middle is wrenched with the pain of your sudden hunger.
"The potion of hunger is a long-term potion!" Swizzle tells you. "It’s meant for people on chemotherapy or other treatments who feel too sick to eat. There’s no telling what it will do on a healthy appetite - especially a young healthy teenage male appetite in a half ton body! You’ll be hungry all the time, for a very long time!"
You try to think about what Swizzle is saying - you now weigh more than 1000 pounds, and you’ve got a voracious appetite. You're so big, you may not fit through the doors! It sounds great, but you are just too hungry now to appreciate it.
“I just hope I can undo the damage,” continues Swizzle, mostly to himself. He starts to rummage around on his shelves, muttering, and as you stand, watching him, your gargantuan gut begins to rumble and gurgle.
“Do you have any food here?” you ask hopefully, interrupting his muttering.
“I make potions not food!” he snaps irritably, then pauses. The same thought pops into both your heads, and you both speak together.
“The Wishing Powder!”
You continue, “Can it make food?” while Swizzle says, “Could it change you back?”
“Yes, yes, it could certainly make food!” says Swizzle. “But can it change you back?”
You reply, “But I ...