“Come on Master, I’m sure I can make this process more fun?” Says the Pink Genie with an Arabian accent…
And even with his Arabian garb that supposed be covering his body, it looks more like a skintight Tank-Top with an exposed Belly…
You are not in good spirits! This so-called ‘Lucky’ find is fully intending on turning you into a fatty, and you don’t know how to get yourself out of this one!
‘Is this really going to be my Destiny?!?’ Instead of being a very skinny, and very fit man, who is going to be 30 in a couple of months… You are going be an obese man, who will never able to lose his weight, even if he tried…. Condemned to be eating foods until you pass out…
And this… ‘PINK DEMON’!… Is insisting that you should take Pride in this!
You look at the Genie, “This is a lot to take in!” You started saying. “You are putting me in a position that I don’t want to be in… I have my own interests that don’t involve eating myself to death!”
“But Master! I told you earlier… I’m not giving you harmful fats, I’m giving you healthy fats. To which for your body, is actually good for you… So as far as I see it… You are getting worked up over nothing-“
“NOTHING!?!”
“…And furthermore!” The genie is not stopping, he want to make his point clear. “I’m not the one who made you rub my lamp… You did that on your own.” He says this matter-of-fact-ly.
You can’t stand to hear this anymore!
“How was I supposed to know that you where going to make me FAT!?!”
The room fell silent…
While the Genie is mildly annoyed at your lack of understanding of his gifts to you…
You are fuming! You are trying to make it clear to this pink clown that you don’t want to be fat! You want to stay skinny, and fit!… Not be turn into an obese man when you’re about to be 30!
So you decided to cool off.
“You know what Genie?… I need to think for myself, and I don’t need a pair of eyes looking at me… Judging me…”
The genie started “Oh I’m not the judgemental type-“
“And furthermore!… I need privacy… I want to change out of my sweatshirt, and pants… Do you mind? Or I’m I gonna gain weight by asking as well as wishing?”
“As much as that would be fun! But no. You don’t Gain Weight by asking me… It only works when you say ‘I wish’ then the Wish being granted. And another exception… When you have a Weight Goal, you have to say ‘I want to be’ then you say your amount of Weight you want to carry, and when you reach it, the magic dose not go beyond the limit of what you achieved!”
You look at him glaring “You still didn’t answer my question! Will you stay out of my room while I go, and change my clothes?”
The Genie widened his eyes. “But I can-!”
“NO! Now stay!” There’s no way you are letting him pull a fast one!
The genie looked defeated “Yes master…”
And so you went to go up the stairs… Oh no, the STAIRS!… You are NOT looking forward to inevitable struggle of using the stairs with all this Weight you about to gain!…
And you closed the door, and begin investigating…
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As you try to pick out the clothes you want to wear, you did your research on your phone. ‘How could anyone think this is something to celebrate?… Why would anybody want to be fat?’
These questions are not helping you get anywhere…. You take a harder approach… But as you do all this there’s only, just a few food recipes, advices, and tips on gaining weight… ‘Who would want that?’
And you don’t know how you found this, but you found a Wikipedia page involving with fat fetish. And you discovered that there is a social site, dedicated to Fat Gainers! Oh God! What have I gotten myself into!?!
As you kept reading the Wiki page, and seeing all the terminology that this cult use… From Chubby, or Chub, Superchub, Megachub, Bear, and Chubby Bear. And reading them makes you wanna vomit… Looking at all this… you’re losing your mind!
You close the app, and turn off your phone… You went ahead, and put some clothes on…
“This is gonna be my life?… I’m going to end up like those crazy men, who think that being fat is sexy?!?” You tell yourself out loud.
As you picked your clothes you pause… If the off chance you can’t reverse this you need something to remember this by… You do have a picture from last night where you took a selfie of your bare chest… You took off all but your white underwear, and look at yourself in mirror…
Your pale skin, your brown hair, your blueish green eyes, and your clean shaven face. As you look down at the result your carelessness, and the magic of weight gaining… it’s amazing that even your underwear doesn’t feel tight!
Granted you are not athletic by that definition… But you were still skinny… But now looking in the mirror you have the beginnings of a Belly, a small belly, But still a belly nonetheless…
You were hoping that after you’ve graduated, and you’ll will keep your skinny frame, and perhaps become muscular down the path. Disavowing the dreaded DADBOD that every young man is worried about getting… But now… This won’t happened…
You look at yourself, this is the last time you will see your self being skinny, or at least skinny as you could be… ‘So long…’ you mourn thoughtfully. ‘I’m gonna miss you!’
And now you put on some clothes… first your royal blue button up shirt, which despite the belly it still fits for now, but you don’t know how long will that last… Normally you put on your dark blue vest, because it gives you extra pockets, but that’s only for outside… and then the blue jeans… Agh! They’re hard to get on, but you managed…
And before you leave to interrogate the Pink Genie, you put the picture of your naked chest on the mirror frame… This is the transformation process that you want to get out of…
And so, the only way to proceed is to move forward!