"Well, for one of them," the Djinn began, "I'd have to add muscle, or replace some of that fat with muscle. For the other, you get to keep all the fat, but you won't be any stronger - you'll just kind of float. Oh, and if I give you lots of muscle, you'll have a huge appetite - to feed all that muscle."
"OK," says Nathaniel, "I want you to add lots of muscle so I can move - and give me a huge appetite! I don't want to lose an ounce of his fat, though - I just want to get bigger. I'm be like one of those powerlifter or sumo wrestler guys!"
"OK!" said Ormann enthusiastically. "You'll be as fat as one of the sultans of old - but powerful too. This should be great" As he spoke, he moved his hands in intricate patterns, and Nathaniel could feel his body changing. He rose up in the sofa as layers of muscle were added into his butt and legs, and he even thought that his flabby pecs grew a bit more rounded and firmer, and maybe even his belly was firmer? After a minute, Ormann grew still, and Nathaniel looke at him. He nodded, and Nathaniel tried getting up again. Nathaniel bounced forward on the sofa and got his feet underneath him. Then, with a mighty heave, his massive thighs thrust his huge mass skyward, as he got to a standing position.
"Awesome!" said Nathaniel, as he achieved the vertical and his new monster belly sloshed about him. "I wonder how much I weigh?"
"You really want to know?" asked the Djinn. "The sultans hardly cared."
"Yeah, I want to know," Nathaniel replied. Ormann made a sudden gesture and...
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