"All right, genie. I wish to be like you."
"Oh?" asked the genie, extremely surprised.
This was obviously not what she had expected. But Andrew was adamant.
"Yes! I want to be an obese genie, like you are! You can grant wishes and I'd like that too! Really!"
In truth, he wanted to be a mischievous genie, using people's words to reward or punish them, or just to play pranks on people with weight-related wishes. It would be so much fun! And he wanted to be fat anyway. As a genie, no one would ever criticize him and if any did when he was out of his bottle, well, a spell or a wish misinterpreted accidentally on purpose would be the perfect sweet revenge.
"It can be done, sure..." said the obese genie. "But are you aware of the..."
"What do you do in your lamp? Until someone lets you out?"
"Well, I eat and watch movies. And do anything I want. That bottle contains all the luxuries I can possibly imagine. Like for genie bottles or lamps, for that matter."
"Awesome! And do you get old, ever?"
"No, of course. We’re immortal and..."
"Awesome!" Andrew exclaimed. "Then that's what I want. I want to be like you! I wish to be like you!"
"Well. if you are certain... Wish granted," said the genie, waving her hand and letting magic swallow Andrew.
The youth then noticed he was in a lavish exotic and Middle-Eastern apartment that had nothing to envy the best hotels in Dubai. He then noticed how loose and similarly Middle-Eastern his clothes were, and how incredibly fat he had become. He then noticed something else entirely as he hobbled and wobbled on his enormously fat legs...