"What're you talkin' about?" Mark said. "What is that?" he said, pointing at his massively obese wife sitting naked on the floor. "What's going on here? Answer me!"
"Mark!" June cried her voice sounding thicker under her neck fat. "Help me! Ty did this to me. You have to stop him."
"What is that?" Mark asked again.
"Don't you recognize her?" Ty replied. "I thought you were deeply in love."
"Boy, I don't know what you're talkin' about," Mark said. "And, you'd better watch your tone. Now, answer me straight."
"Sorry, Sir," Ty said with a faint bow. "But, that is your wife, of course."
"It's me!" June said. "Oh, God! Look what he's done to me."
Ty grabbed the bug jar from the counter and held it up to Mark. "And, here's your darling son, Dustin." The little girl in the jar desperately pressed her hands to the glass. (Her shouts of "Help!" were all but inaudible.) Ty explained, "He's a bit younger, smaller, and female now, though."
"Boy, I'm getting tired of your fooling around," Mark said. "Now, tell me what's going on."
Ty carried little Dusty's jar over to June, and set the jar down between her thick thighs. Half of Dusty's world was now filled with his mother's fat flesh.
"Yesterday, I woke up with magical powers," Ty said. "Today, I'm getting revenge on the three of you for how you've treated me."
Mark looked at him dumbfounded.
"That is what's going on," Ty said. "I've taken care of Dustin and June. Now, I'm thinking about what I should do with you, you absolute piece of shit."
Mark raised his hand to punch Ty, and Ty immediately shrank him down to two feet tall, clothes and all. Little Mark stumbled a bit and took a moment to get his bearings. Then, he looked up at Ty and took a fearful step backwards. Ty gently kicked Mark in the gut and sent him flying several feet across the kitchen.
"Mark!" June cried.
Ty walked up to his shrunken foster father who lay moaning on the floor. "Sucks to be the little one, doesn't it, Mark? Think about how many times you hit me, a helpless little kid. How I would love to pound you into a red spot on the floor right now."
"Don't you touch me!" Mark groaned.
"Fine," Ty said. "I won't hit you again. I'm not as low as you. I don't enjoy picking on someone smaller than me. Stand up."
Mark struggled to his feet.
"Now," Ty said. "I'll grow you back to your normal size, if you promise you won't try to hurt me again. Otherwise, you had better get used to being smaller than a toddler from now on."
Mark grumbled. "Fine," he said. "I promise not to hurt you. Turn me back."
Ty focused and Mark grew back to his normal size. They stood there a moment looking at each other.
"Well," Mark said. "What now?"