You suddenly feel lightheaded and you hear a rumbling noise echoing across the room. You realise its coming from your hefty gut and that you’re feeling ravenously hungry in a way you never felt before. You walk downstairs, the stairs groaning under each of your hefty steps, and make your way to the kitchen, opening the fridge looking for leftovers. You scoff down two whole plates of pasta before you realise what you had just done. Finally full you let out a hearty burp as your satisfied, bloated gut sags further out. Your dad, who had followed you into the kitchen, had watched with awe the spectacle of you gobbling food. No wonder your dad used to eat like a pig – with an appetite like that it’s hard not to.
“Seems I’m no longer the one with the insatiable appetite…” your dad sneers at you. He wanted to get back at you for all the times you had called him fat and jeered at him that he should go on a diet.
“Just leave me alone. At least I’m not a pipsqueak any longer,” you snap back as you try to playfully punch him on the shoulder. But he’s now too quick for you and as he moves out of the way you’re left punching the air. Feeling defeated you clumsily get up from the chair, still unaccustomed to moving with your new unwieldy frame.
You notice that the door to your dad’s study is ajar open across the hall and you see his weight set peeking through. You had tried to lift the barbell once but had failed miserable. You suddenly become curious to know just how strong you now are with your new beefy frame. You start making your way to the study.
“Hey stay out of there!” your dad shouts at you “Stay out of my study!”
“Or what?” you snap back.
“Ehh… eh... or you’re grounded for a month!”
You look at your hefty adult frame and then back at his fresh-faced scrawny body sizing him up. “Yeah. I don’t think that’s going to happen, John.” You state with a grin, calling your young, emasculated dad by his first name.
You continue moving towards the study and your dad futilely tries to block your way. You just brush him aside and he nearly falls over. You enter the room and he follows you in, pouting.
You lie back on the barbell bench and start lifting the bar without breaking a sweat. After a good number of reps you sit up on the bench feeling slightly out of breath, and looking at your swollen arms and pecs you appreciate just how pumped up you look. You peer further down and realise that you’re still wearing the socks but you haven’t changed back yet.
“I don’t think these socks are going to work,” you state disheartened to your dad. “It’s been over an hour that we switched the socks round and nothing has happened. It seems we’re stuck like this…”
“Hmmm. Wait where did you say you bought these from?” your dad asks in a moment of clarity.
“It’s a new shop on Main Street... Why are you asking? Wait, I know what you’re thinking! That’s a great idea! We could go back there and see whether they could help us!”
“I think that’s what we should do. Anyways your mum will soon be back and she’d freak if she saw the new me and a big stranger like you in the house. I know her. She won’t believe us and she’d ring the police straight away. We need to get out.”
“You’d better go and get dressed properly. In the meantime I’ll go write a note to your mom for when she gets back so that hopefully she won’t get suspicious,” your dad asserted with his last vestiges of authority.
You make yourself back upstairs to your parents’ room. You rummage through your dad’s closet and find a navy blue polo shirt. You slip it on and look in the mirror. It actually fit you quite well, accentuating your arm musculature and making your chest look firmer than it actually is. It also hugged your gut without appearing too tight. You now need to put on some shoes.