Ty's last wish had restocked every shelf in the house and the fridge, and the sleeping Dustin went to load the machine again. Ty wasn't big on getting any fatter though, so he used a new command.
"Dustin, wake up!"
Dustin stumbled to the ground, and shook his head. Climbing to his feet, he surveyed the room. His eyes looked across the room seeing pictures off the wall, plates everywhere, and a huge machine in the corner of the room, but what surprised him was what was on the remnants of the couch. A large blob sat there, but the blob had hugely muscled pecs and shoulders, and from what he could see, it also had a huge throbbing member being crushed by it's huge gut. Dustin couldn't help it, and started to laugh.
"Looks like your new power backfired, fatty!" Dustin continued to laugh heartily. Ty muttered something under his breath and smiled back at Dustin. Obviously confused, and a little uneasy, Dustin stopped his laughing to ask "Why are you smiling?" Ty grinned again and said "Look down."
Dustin looked down, and nearly collapsed. His stomach was swelling outward, and his chest was growing a small set of breasts. Dustin ran to one of the mirrors in the room. He saw his body inflating, his arms and legs thickening, his stomach being pulled down by gravity and creasing over his groin. He moved backward from the mirror, feeling his legs rub together. He felt his pre-teen undies rip in two as his butt expanded. He was quickly becoming obese, and he couldn't stop it. His love handles piled on top of one another, and his boobs sagged downward. His body swelled up to 350 pounds and halted.
"Care to say anything else? Fatty?" said Ty with another smile. Dustin did care to say something else, but Ty shushed him. "If you'll notice Dustin, you have a sever case of tiny dick. Say one more thing, and that fella gets even smaller." Dustin looked down at his 2-inch glory, moving his gut out of the way. Dustin couldn't help it though, with his usual reaction he said "Fuck off, Ty"
Ty winced "Oh you shouldn't have done that. Start shrinking dustin-dick." Ty said something else under his breath, and his own gut started to shrink. Dustin looked down at his cock and watched it regressing backward, 1 3/4 inches, 1 1/2 inches, 1 1/4 inches... all the way down to a quarter inch, half of which was buried in his groin.
Ty stood back up and brushed himself off, his stomach at a more manageable size weighing him in at just over 600 pounds. "Now Dustin, are you going to respect me?"