“Well, first things first. We’ll start with my dad since he’s the least of our problems.”
“H-honey... I...” he stumbles on his words,
“Don’t worry, dad,” Skylar responds, holding her hand out to shut him up. He doesn’t speak, but maybe it’s involuntary, “you were always the supportive one. You just tend to follow whatever mom does. I won’t punish you as bad... but... you do need a punishment,” she scratches her head, trying to think of a suitable punishment. Then, she got her idea.
“Okay dad, ‘I wish that any time you agree with mom on something and you don’t actually agree with it, you will gain 50 pounds of fat’,”
Skylar turns to you for your approval, you nod and say quietly, “good one on the spot,”
“Whelp!” Skylar says, looking at her father who is wearing a tank top that defines his fairly large muscles, “I’m not sure how to trigger it, but I’ll just say ‘I wish dad gains 50 pounds of fat’,” she says bluntly.
You watch her father as his toned abs are quickly smothered by a large ooze of belly fat. His belly stretching his tucked in tank top and seeping over his waistband. Even his pecs start to become squishier, more into moobs. His body just generally becomes squishier. His face, his legs, his arms too.
“There you go dad, not too bad, you can always burn it off at the gym, since you tend to do that a lot anyways. And I guess ‘I wish you can burn fat much easier’, just to do you a favour.”
“T-thank you?” He questions his daughter, looking at his pudgier body,
“No problem!” She says sort of sarcastically, “just to balance it out, ‘I wish you were 5 years older’,” she says.
Not a lot changes other than a few more wrinkles on his face appear, and a little bit of his hair lightens to a grey. But nothing too bad.
“Okay, go back to your spot,” she says. His body whips through the air, landing back in the same spot he was in before. He went so fast that you see his belly jiggling. It looks firm but definitely not six pack rock hard kind of firm.
“So who should I go for next?” Skylar questions