Ty was eager to get to school, so much so that he was practically jogging rather than walking. Though all that haste made waste, specifically to some large guy's iced coffee. The guy had to be 6'1" tall and was heavily muscled, weighing about 230 pounds. Black hair, green eyes, lightly tanned skin, handsome face; Ty realized exactly who it was. . . Unfortunately.
"Arg! What the fuck! Watch where you're go- TY!" Jake yelled, throwing the remaining coffee on to Ty before pushing him up against a wall. "You little shit! My clothes are all fucked up now!"
"Oh well. I wish you'd put me down." Ty nonchalantly said, trying to stifle his laughter as Jake slowly obeyed. "Nice apple fritter you got there. Those are deadly, you know. I wish you'd head on to school and that your clothes would change size to fit you."
Just like before, Jake obeyed without protest. Though a confused look crossed his charming visage.
"Oh and I wish each bite of that apple fritter makes Jake lose eight pounds of muscle and gain sixteen pounds of fat, once he's done it, of course. I also wish everyone thought he is the way he turns out to be, and that he doesn't realize the change until it's entirely done. This'll be fun!" Ty mischievously laughed as he began to follow Jake.
Jake seethed as he walked towards school, glancing down at his stained shirt - wondering why he didn't pound in Ty's face. He was on his way to the locker room to dig up new clothes from his gym locker. On the way, he furiously chomped on his deep-fried treat. One, two, three . . Ten bites it took to eat it all. It appeared that Jake's body became like putty, going from firm to droopy within a matter of seconds. His muscles sagged, flopping around as Jake walked. Well, it was fat now, to be more accurate. He must've weighed about 310 pounds, a majority of it being rolls upon rolls of flabby flubber.
When Jake opened his locker, he immediately noticed the hand that was doing it. It looked like sausages; sausages that were connected to him. He looked down and shrieked as if he were a school girl who saw a mouse.
"W-What?! My b-body is. . ." Jake burst into a rage. He punched lockers, but after realizing how much it hurt his weak flabby hand, he began sobbing instead.
"Haha! Niiiiiice, right?" Ty said with a grin, walking in front of Jake. "I wish you couldn't hurt me, even if you wanted to."
"Y-you did this?" Jake said while sniveling like a toddler. "CHANGE ME BACK! PLEASE!"
"Give me one reason why I should?" Ty said, his menacing grin still plastered on his face.