"...Tidy up your bedroom please." His mother told him. Jason was still reeling with everything he'd seen, and smelled today, he was a bit surprised by this, "Clean my room?" His mother giggled, "It's gotten a bit messy lately." He nodded, "Oh, uh, yeah sure. I'll go do that right now." Anything to get away from that sight in the kitchen.
He hurried back to his room, still hearing his family's messy eating and booming farts and belches, disgusted by it all. What had that witch done to his life? He had to find some way to reverse this he figured, but how? He didn't even believe in magic until he saw how morbidly obese and repulsive his family had become. Even then, he hoped he was still dreaming and would wake up soon.
As he stepped in, he quickly closed the door to his bedroom and paced the floor, running his hands through his hair. At least he couldn't smell his family's gas from where he was. It gave him some peace to himself, but still left him in no position to return to his normal life. He sighed, slumping against a wall as he looked around his room. At least he hadn't changed, but his mother was right, his room was pretty messy, although his family was making an even bigger mess downstairs.
Trying to get his mind off things, he picked up the wastebasket in his room and started putting things away, picking up and folding his clothes, and even made his bed. He'd do anything so that he wouldn't have to go back downstairs and face his slobby parents and siblings again, not for a while anyway until he could get his head together.
Suddenly he heard footsteps coming up to his room. "Oh god...." he muttered, dreading another encounter with his slovenly relatives as they knocked on his door. Jason groaned, knowing he couldn't pretend not to be in, so he reluctantly stood up and walked to it, opening it up to see...