It was a warm day in early summer. Jason was at a Cubs game with his Uncle Ron; the tickets had been his uncle's graduation gift to him.

"Hey Uncle Ron, do you think you could sneak me a beer?"

"Keep dreaming kid! There's a security guard right up there, and there's no way she'd miss your baby-faced ass throwing back a Coors Light."

Jason craned his neck and sure enough, a mean-looking woman in a security guard's uniform stood at the top of the stairs. Her eyes were hidden behind a pair of sunglasses, but he could see her head slowly turning as she scanned the crowd around them.

Jason slumped down in his seat and took a defeated sip from his diet cola.

He made an off handed wish in his head. He wished the guard wouldn't think he looked underaged. Unfortunately for him, something heard his wish.

There was a flash and a pop. And suddenly, without anyone moving, Ron was sitting in Jason's seat, and Jason in Ron's. Even stranger still, the two were dressed in each other's clothes.

Jason looked down and saw his Cubs jersey straining against a massive, bulging gut. His baseball cap felt tight on his head, and he could feel the heels of his feet sticking out of the back of his shoes. Everything was so tight he could barely move, but he still managed to stand up. He turned to look for his uncle and saw himself grabbing the waist of a massive pair of shorts that would not stay up otherwise.

They stared at each other, an indescribable feeling rising up in both of their chests. 

Silently, the two came to an understanding. They traded shoes and made their way up the stairs and to the restrooms so they could trade clothes before figuring out what the hell was going on.

Jason felt his heavy belly bounce a bit every step he took up those stairs.