Chris calls on the genie for a wish.
I wish that I had the best trainer in the world.
Done.
As the smoke cleared a big muscle man stepped out of the mist and Chris' jaw dropped.
Chris told the genie to head back to the lamp and he went up to the muscle man. Now Chris had never had any homosexual desires but he was drooling over this man.
The man barked at Chris to put down the lamp and get on the free weights.
As Chris did as he was instructed the big muscle man did easily twice the weight that he was doing.
Chris wanted to rest several times but his trainer kept pushing him. For hours they trained until Chris was too exhausted to move. Every muscle in his body ached. He laid down on one of the padded benches and began to sleep.
When he awoke he felt a strain at his jaw. He had a ball gag firmly attached to it. He felt each arm strapped to pillars and each leg attached to other pillars suspending him. It was some sort of sling.
Chris tried to wish for his Genie to help him out of this but the smoke that fluttered over him was looking at the muscle man with longing in her eyes.
That gruff voice that he became familiar with in his workout told Chris that he was the new master of the lamp.
He came around and detached the ball gag and Chris moved his jaw so he was able to talk.
Genie I wish that this trainer be gone.
I can not do that sir. Replied the genie. I can not go against my masters wishes.
But I am your master.
No longer sir. Thomas now owns the lamp and I am his master.
Thomas came around and fed his python down Chris' throat. It was bigger than he remembered but he seemed to be able to accommodate the length and girth easily like he had been doing it for years.
You do well slave. Thomas said to Chris.
Even though his cock was easily 6 inches in diameter, possibly more he could breath easily. His jaw seemed to detach and he felt like a sward swallower with the shaft going down his esophagus. As the cock fed down toward his stomach he felt Thomas thrust in and out until he came deep inside of Chris' stomach. The bloat from the cum filled him.
Thomas pulled out his cock and replaced the ball gag and began to drag a meaty finger along Chris's body.
Chris didn't hear Thomas say a word but as he drug his finger along parts of Chris' body they seemed to fill out. Not with muscle but with fat. He drug his finger along Chris' chin and he had more than a double chin. He circled Chris' belly button and a pooch began to show. He ran his finger up and down Chris' arms and legs and soon they showed signs of added girth.
When he finished he leaned down to Chris and whispered in his ear. I always wanted my own statue Bacchus. But I wanted to make it myself so every time I fill you with my cum we will re position that to weight and I will direct it to where it will go. This will take a long time. When your body reaches the floor you will be big enough and I will have the genie turn you into a statue. But not just any statue you will be aware of everything. I am going to sit you right over there so that you can see me work out every day. Chris looked over to a wide open space and wondered would he be filling that space.
This will take some time but you wont mind it you will hang like a pinata here and because you wished that no harm would come to you your hanging will not harm you no matter how big you get. I have a large stone keg coming that you will be seated on. It will hold my one tone Bacchus straddled across it. A jug of wine in one hand and a hand full of grapes in the other. But don't worry I will have other statues eventually to keep you company.