I have an idea. You thought as you changed your clothes.
I'll have a party and pass the Genie on to someone else.
It was a few days till Saturday and you had to get this party started. Surely one of your friends would take the Genie home with them not knowing what it would do with their body.
It was a devilishly good idea.
So out went the texts to all your friends to meet at your house for a party. You told them to invite whoever they wanted it was going to be a blowout.
And as the day approached you got the liquor and the party trays all set.
The liquor flowed freely and soon everyone was very uninhibited. And that was when you put your plan into place.
Lets have a party game.
Here I have a magic lamp. It will give you whatever wish you want. All you have to do is say I wish and whatever your desire is.
As you set the lamp on the table you headed to your bedroom where the Genie stayed and told him about your plan. But the Genie had a devilish grin on his face.
As you told the Genie what you planned you felt yourself get fatter. 25 pounds hit your body. Then another and another.
Why am I getting fat? You shouted at the Genie.
I am YOUR Genie. It doesn't matter who makes the wishes it all goes to you.
You burst out of the bedroom and down the stairs as fast as your thickening legs could waddle.
When you burst down the stairs to see the party going strong. And one after another making a wish. No one noticed your weight gain. It was as if they saw this as natural for you.
As you grabbed the lamp you flew way past 500 pounds closing in on 800 as the last of the wishes took hold of your body.
If you had only listened to the Genie you could have settled with 300 pounds but now you were a massive fat man.
But just as the Genie said you were still mobile.
Parties over you announced to the crowd.
And as the last of your friends left you made your way slowly up the stairs to your bedroom and sat on the edge of the creaking bed frame.
So look at me now. You said. Look what you did to me.
I didn't do that. Your friends did that with your help.
But I am huge.
But just as I promised you are still mobile.
As you sat there you contemplated your situation. And as you did you decided to add one more wish to the mix.
Ok Genie I have one more wish. I wish that I will live forever and YOU my dear Genie will take care of all my needs. That includes all my food, my sexual gratification and my mobility. And you will make me the image of YOUR ideal fat man.
Done the Genie said. And the transformation continued.