You open the bottle but nothing goes as planned. A fierce wind picks you up and sucks you inside the bottle. When you finally get your head to stop spinning, you gasp in shock. You are inside an enormous palace! The windows give out to a strange glass structure but the rest is like out of the greatest luxuries of the Arabian Nights. Complete with the best high-tech entertainment and luxurious thing in Dubai, even! The best is all the food around. Oh! Mounds of delicious coffee beans ready to roast, grilled chicken, spices, meat and fish galore and the sugary treats are to die for! Mounds of delicious, mouth-watering candy everywhere! Your stomach rumbled appreciatively and you pat it fondly. Patience, my darling, soon you shall... You then notice your belly. And the rest of your body and you gasp in shock. You've completely changed! Your chiseled body and fabulous abs, from hours upon hours of surfing are gone! Replaced by layers and layers of gross fat! As you look inside the loose pants you now wear, you see that your penis is tiny, hidden by the humongous gut that is presently your own. Your hands are well-padded and your toes and fingers are twenty little plump sausages! You have a soft, hairless plump paunchy belly and man boobs! The dreaded man boobs! A mirror gives you the image of an obese Middle-Eastern man, with only scalp hair. You look like an overgrown fat baby! And your tummy rumbles. You're hungry. So hungry. You dig in. It's not like you can any thinner, right? So you gorge yourself, feeling your wobbles and falling upon a mound of soft pillows after your feast. The food reappears and you lick your fatty lips in anticipation of the next meal. You then notice a pice of paper. It informs you that you are now a genie, that you jyst grant three wishes per master and that no one can change your appearance, unless as a direct wish. You are also immortal and have at hand any desire you want. Material desire, of course. You sigh. Stuck an an immortal pudgy genie! How awful! You have to grant other people's wishes! All for ungrateful people that have no idea how lucky they are! How unfair! You are then struck with an idea. No one said you had to make people happy with these wishes, right? You then decide to become an evil, mischievous genie, bent on misinterpreting the wishes of his future masters and thrusting them in the most ridiculous positions. Especially those who'd dare mock him. You'd bre kinder with nice people, naturally. Yes, this could be fun indeed, more than you expected.