Apparently, Jared was swamped with school work. He gave Brick a small bathroom Dixie cup to use as a toilet, and would empty every day or two when he remembered. He sometimes would forget to feed Brick too, which really, he shouldn't be doing anyway. Genies as a rule only eat what they conjure, but they have to stew in their own juices for a long time to develop magical powers, and then learn to control them. Brick's jar was being opened one to three times a day, so much for fermentation.
Brick stared at the remains of two half eaten Twinkees. He had grown to hate the giant desert cakes, but that's all Jared fed him. The lid opened. He got a new Dixie cup, and Jared dropped in another giant Twinkee. He wasn't even watching, Jared's nose was buried in a textbook. Brick broke off a hunk, and ate it. There was nothing to do inside his jar except eat or sleep. He tried running a few times for exercise, but he'd get dizzy. He ate some more. It wasn't so bad. The synthetic tasting creme filling was growing on him. He ate more, and more. The Dixie cups seem to be filled more, and Jared had taken to dropping in another Twinkee whenever Brick finished the previous one. After five weeks, Brick looked more like a sumo wrestler than a star football quarterback or star water polo player. Jared was feeding him whole Twinkees at least 6 times a day. '
Jared bought the Twinkees at Costco by the case, but the Dixie cups came in boxes of 90. So when he realized that Brick had already gone through the entire box of cups in about a month, he realized that he must be overfeeding his pet. He looked closely at Brick, and sighed.
"Brick, you're a total pig," he got a mirror from his contact lens kit and brought it over for Brick to see himself. Brick retched at his bloated body.
Then Jared noticed that there was a packet of paper taped to the lid of the jar. He undid the tape, and read the instructions for a master with a new genie.
Damn, why hadn't he read this before. He sat down and read.
"Genies don't need food. If you feed them, be sure to exercise them regularly, as they won't get much exercise in their containers," Jared rolled his eyes and read on. He muttered definitely should have read this before.
"Younger genies make good labour slaves, as their magic is weak. If you make a magical wish with younger genies, the spell will probably be transformational, as they will lack the ability to conjure from nothingness that older more experienced genies will be able to do. After granting a magical wish, a genie may be unable to grant another wish for anywhere from a day to a week depending on the wish."
"To summon the genie out of it's container, simply open the container, and command firmly, "Genie come forth," "read Jared.
"Whew!" said Jared crinkling his nose as Brick materialized at his full bloated size naked and unwashed for a month in Jared's tiny dorm room. "You reek like a pig. All you need is a curly pig tail. I wish you had a butt plug pig tail shoved up your ass right now!" Jared laughed, until he saw Brick's face. It was his evil bully grin.
"Your wish is my command, master!" he said with his eyes growing red.
Jared felt enormous pressure on all sides as his body was compressed. His legs twisted into a pig silicone pig tail. He screamed and tried to unwish it, but it was too late. His clothing and the instructions lay empty strewn on his desk chair, and he was flying head first between Brick's enormous butt cheeks.
The words from the Genie Manual blared in Brick's mind. "A genie without a master to command must instantly return to its container."
"Oh, fuck, can't I shower firs-"
SWOOSH!
The lid floated up and screwed itself down trapping Jared and Brick inside the jar.