Laughing and belly jingling wildly, Hasheem Gassypants listened to the wishes of all the other daddies.
"Well, well," he said jovially. "It seems that all of you have very interesting and fun wishes, but most of you also agree that these two newcomers to our dimension have been rather disrespectful, what with calling us healthy-looking men fat slobs and whatnot. How ungrateful, really! Acting like evil little brats!"
The men outside booed and growled.
"And we all know what little brats are in need of, do we not?" he exclaimed loudly.
Everyone clapped and cheered. David and Mitch gulped. Oh, this did not sound good... And the crowd appeared they were asking for them to be... to be... But no, they couldn’t possibly...
"That's right!" shouted out Hasheem proudly. "A good spanking!"
He then turned to the poor grown men in the nude and said slyly with an evil grin something that verily petrified in terror both the poor hapless victims of the Daddy Dimension.
"The audience has stated your punishment. But you cannot possibly be spanked in THAT state."
With a snap of his fingers, Mitch and David felt themselves changing again. Shrinking. In spite of their loud protests, n no time at all theuy were back to their scrawny young teen selves again. They groaned in pure anger and yelled out their disapproval. Would this nightmare never end? But the crowd laughed, amused greatly at their predicament.
Alas, it was just the beginning as the genie snapped two big paddles into existence. Paddles that floated towards the two boys and spanked them happily while the crowd delighted in their helpless cries, shouts and tears. Every daddy present was elated at seing the boys punished for their rude behavior and their insults towards they glorious weight. Soon enough, both boys had stopped their comments about the daddies' obesity and were reduced to sobbing, snivelling messes. Hasheem made the paddles vanish. But he was not done.
"Now, what's next for these two ruffians?" he asked the very entertained crowd at large.