Promotion

'OK.' You take a sip. 'Ugh, sour. So, how do I do it?'

'Just say 'I wish' and finish the rest,' your boss instructs.

'Right, I wish....that this guy right here was my weight.'

'Well, I was ready to gain a couple of pounds,' he laughs as his stomach bulges out. He sits down in his chair. Eventually, a button comes flying off his shirt. His arms widen and rip out of his sleeves. He stands up, getting his expanding rump stuck in the chair. He flexes his new fat muscles. Eventually, he is the same weight as you, confined in a pair of giant briefs. He also tops off at 7ft tall.

'Whew, quite a super-size promotion there.' He laughs and slaps his stomach which ripples.

'Hey, it was the least I could do, Jumbo.' You laugh.

'HEY, that's MR. Jumbo to you, pal.'

'Hmm,' you think. 'Perhaps we should be careful. How about I wish for us to always be healthy regardless of weight? We may be both 27, but this weight can still do something.' You were surprised when you found out three months ago that the president of the company was your age.

'So, now what?' your boss asks.

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