Jason had a pretty rough night after that encounter with the witch, tossing and turning in his sleep as though he were trapped in a nightmare, not to mention the sudden fever. Even through that, tomorrow was the first day of spring break, which meant he could catch up on sleep if he needed to, assuming he would be able to get any depending on whatever the curse was going to put him through. However, when the sun came up and his phone alarm went off, he felt oddly well rested. He was soaked with fear sweat from last night, but that wouldn’t be anything a shower couldn’t fix.
He got out of his bed and trudged towards the bathroom with a fresh change of clothes. He was still kind of early morning groggy, so he didn’t notice that the door was a little bit taller, or that the bathtub looked a couple times wider, or that the toilet was double sized and reinforced to withstand an elephant stepping on it. He was slowly starting to piece these observations together as his higher brain functions clicked back on, which he slowly realized could only mean one thing. The witch didn’t put a curse on him, she put it on the rest of his family! He ran through the possibilities of what the curse could have been when he heard a heavy thumping coming his way. It stopped just short of the door when he heard his mother call through in her silky sweet voice.
“Jason?” she asked, “Honey Bunch, is that you in there?”
“Yeah?” Jason called back.
“Oh good,” he could hear her smile on the other side, “Well come on downstairs after you get washed up. Breakfast will be ready soon.” As she left, Jason could hear the heavy thumping leaving in the opposite direction. The conclusion he came to after that was that everyone in his family except himself had gotten much taller, necessitating a larger bathroom. You supposed that wasn’t so bad of a punishment, and might even be kind of cool.
After his shower he walked down to the dining room to join your family to breakfast. He was in stunned silence at the sight before him. It was his whole family gorging on a smorgasbord of food. They all looked like they were wearing fat suits, and if it weren’t for their faces he wouldn't be able to recognize them. From the face up they looked like his family but by the double chin down they better resembled a herd of hippos wearing human clothes which seem a bit too snug for their fat frames.
Elizabeth looked around at him from the practically ceiling high pile of breakfast food. Her flabby cheeks looked absolutely stuffed to the brim, and amazingly she emptied it in one swallow before calling out to him. “C’mon over, Jason!” she waved him over with an arm layered with jiggling rolls, “This food ain’t gonna last much longer!”
He decided to sit down at the table between the twins. Yesterday they were only about half as tall as his mother Martha, but now they were as tall as he was and seemed about as wide. He felt like the youngest one compared to these two globular girls. Marcy was fat enough to look like she had D cup breasts, and she was only nine years old! Darcy’s shorts looked too small to go all the way over her double wide bottom, exposing a sizable butt crack. Elizabeth looked like she was at least nine feet tall, and was built like a floppy boulder with a titanic ass. Her horribly stretched pajama shirt did nothing to hide her enormous gut, clinging to her own oversized bombshells like an ill fitting bra. Jason bet he could fit his entire head into her belly button. His father Martin was suddenly a ten foot tall giant with a body rippling with fat rolls, almost like he stole Peter Griffin’s body and overstuffed it. His Mother Martha was an eight foot tall ham planet in her own right who needed two chairs to sit down properly. His family looked more like obese parodies than what he remembered.
All the while he was observing them, the gigantic balls of blubber were cramming handfuls of food into their drooling maws. Several pounds of hash browns and scrambled eggs were crammed into Marcy’s mouth as she reached for a nearby pile of bacon. Elizabeth was chugging a two liter bottle of cola like nothing. Everyone was also rather sloppy with their eating and about as much chewed up food wound up spilling onto their bodies as was entering them. All the while they all belched and farted with reckless abandon as the wolfed down their breakfast like uncivilized animals. Jason was the only one eating his food with utensils, and it was almost making him lose his appetite.
“Jason, honey?” Martha asked him politely, albeit through a mouthful of pancakes, “I know you don’t eat as much as the rest of us, but are you getting enough over there?”
“I... uh... uh huh,” Jason stammered, off put by his mother’s unswallowed masticated meal. She didn’t notice the disgusted look on his face, and swallowed her mouthful in one powerful gulp.
“That’s my baby,” she cooed before letting out a titanic belch, “Say, Jason? Could I ask you to do me a favor today?”
“I... sure,” Jason replied hesitantly, worried about what this favor might entail.
“Thank you, honey bunch!” Martha smiled motherly, “I need you to...”