“Well," said the Djinn, "I suppose after hundreds of years I'm used to masters - men - who were differently shaped."
"How?" asked Nathaniel. "You could always change me."
"Oh well, natural change is best," replied Ormann. "And you probably wouldn't like it anyway."
"What is it?" asked Nathaniel. "I bet it's shorter? Well, I never expected to be this tall - six feet, or six foot two, would still be great."
"Well, it's not really height," the Djinn continued, hesitant. "I'm really used to men who are really fat, like Sultans are supposed to be....”
This surprised Nathaniel. “How fat are Sultans supposed to be?”
“Would you really like to know?” queried Ormann.
It took a moment before Nathaniel smiled, “Yeah. Yeah, I do. I want to please you too.”
Ormann snapped his fingers and they were now lounging on a very large red bed with a draped canopy. He moved himself so that he was laying on top of a curious Nathaniel. “That’s the first time I’ve ever heard that from a master, former or otherwise.”
“Yeah?” Nathaniel smiled as he grabbed Ormann’s sides.
“Are you ready?” whispered Ormann with a grin.
“I am. Sultan-size me!” joked Nathaniel with a laugh.
Suddenly, Nathaniel’s height dwindled from slightly over seven feet. Nathaniel could feel the bed stretching underneath him as he was dwindling to a height of 4’11”. Sultans must’ve been pint-sized, Nathaniel thought. He let out a startled gasp as it felt like he was being pistoned full of water. His stomach bulged slowly but gradually. He could feel his rear spreading wider and wider across the bed. His thighs pressed in against each other and started pushing his legs wider. “Surely… Surely Sultans weren’t this fat!” He asked as he felt his stomach pushing against Ormann.
Ormann delighted in feeling Nathaniel’s stomach fat building up around his sides and pushing against his groin. “Oh yes, they were spoiled by their peoples.”
Nathaniel let out a surprise gasp as his stomach started spreading across the bed, wobbling as they were finally pouring over the edge. “Or-Ormann?” He asked nervously as Ormann disappeared over the edge of Nathaniel’s growing belly.
“Don’t be nervous…” Ormann chuckled as he grabbed the fat with a hand, allowing it to send an energy across the expanse to make it feel like Nathaniel was receiving the world’s biggest belly rub.
“Oh… ohhh…. Ohhhhhhhh..” Nathaniel moaned with pleasure.
Soon, Ormann was being pushed up from the bed from Nathaniel’s growing fat. “How is my fat sultan feeling?”
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