"Wait," Leslie said, "Greg was supposed to draw a blue Time card. That yellow Changes card is yours Mike."
Nervously, Mike said, "How much did you weigh, Greg?" Greg was already deflating, he looked like a blow up doll shrinking. His loose skin hung on his reduced frame. He dropped from 243 to 165 in seconds, eat your heart out Jenny Craig. Mike seeing what was happening yelled, "Greg, what are you doing to my body?"
"195" loose skin flapped from Greg's jowls.
Mike screamed, stood, and shoved his too tight jeans down to his ankles as his body expanded.
"195 times 1.5 equals 292.5...whoa, what a show!" Jim shoved a dollar bill into Mike's waistband. The elastic on the underwear was stretching to the max. Donna looked admiringly as her boyfriend's muscles grew. Greg looked on with envy as he watched his former body become Mr. Universe. He hoped it would stay that way when he got it back. If he got it back.
Mike grabbed a towel, and sat down. There was a sound of ripping fabric as he satdown. "Aaahh," he said in relief as he pulled the remains of his briefs out from under the towel. "Say, Greg, what does your time card say?"
Greg looked at the blue card, and sighed, "It says "Time for Changing" whatever that waaaaaaah!"
Everyone stared as Greg's loose skin grew taut and shrank back to his small frame. But he kept shrinking. The stubble vanished from his face. His eyes grew larger. A youthful looking Greg disappeared below the edge of the table. Leslie ran over to investigate.
She cooed, and picked up an infant wrapped in Greg's shirt--it was like an oversized sleep sack on the baby which stopped crying as she picked it up.
Mike added, "Ma always said I was a beautiful baby."