“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 your height," the Djinn continued, hesitant. "I'm really used to men who have more meat on their bones - who are not just strong but really, really fat as well, as Sultans are supposed to be.”
Nathaniel, surprised, asked, “How fat are Sultans supposed to be?”
“You’re proud of those muscles - I can tell. You don’t really want to know how fat a Sultan could be,” replied Ormann.
A moment of thought later, Nathaniel smiled, “Yes. Yes, I do want to know. You’ve made me very happy - I want to please you too. If I don’t like it, you can always change me back.”
“Well, there is that,” the Djinn said thoughtfully. “You really want to know how fat?” he quizzed Nathaniel again. “If you go outside, everyone around you will think you repulsive.”
“Oh, I doubt that,” said Nathaniel. “There are people who love fat - and there are people who find muscles repulsive. Go ahead.”
“If you’re sure.”
“I’m sure, Ormann.” Nathaniel switched to a more commanding tone. “I ask you to make me as big and fat and strong as Sultans are supposed to be, genie.”
“Very well, master,” the Djinn replied, smiling.
Ormann snapped his fingers and Nathaniel found himself lounging on a very large red bed with a draped canopy - although he was over seven feet tall, the bed made him feel small - it must be ten feet square! Ormann stood beside the bed, his magnificent muscles glowing with oil and excitement. He moved himself so that his hands were near Nathaniel’s face. “If you want me to stop,” he began.
“Yeah, yeah,” Nathaniel smiled and he grabbed Ormann’s sides to pull him close.
“Are you ready?” whispered Ormann, his face splitting with a grin.
“I am. Sultan-size me!” joked Nathaniel with a laugh.
Suddenly, Nathaniel let out a startled gasp as his magnificent muscled form started to inflate. First to vanish was his rippling six-pack of abdominal muscles, which seemed to swell instantly into a beer keg, and keep on swelling. Nathaniel watched his sharply defined chest muscles swell and soften and thicken. His beer keg stomach bulged steadily, as he realised that his arms and legs were also growing thicker and fatter. He could feel his butt spreading wider and wider across the bed. His thighs pressed against each other and started pushing his legs apart, as his fat arms pressed on his sagging chest. Nathaniel saw that even his hands were growing fat pads on their backs, and that his wrists were steadily vanishing.
“Surely… Surely Sultans weren’t this fat!” he asked as Ormann leaned in over him. He suddenly felt his newly fat stomach pushing against back against Ormann’s chest. Nathaniel realsied that could feel the bed stretching underneath him as his width grew. Sultans must’ve been round, Nathaniel thought, as he watched his fattening gut rise in the air, rising even faster than his fat-inflating chest.
Ormann delighted in feeling Nathaniel’s stomach fat growing in depth and pushing against him. “Soon I’ll be able to just lie on top of you,” explained Ormann as he prepared to clamber on top of the swelling fat Nathaniel. “The Sultans were truly spoiled by their peoples.”
Nathaniel let out a surprise gasp as Ormann clambered on top of him, the Djinn’s muscular weight compressing his superfat gut and causing it to spread across the bed. Ormann wobbled slightly as Nathaniel’s fat took up the load of Ormann’s ultra-muscular body. “Or-Ormann?” he asked nervously as the Djinn began to float on his growing mountain of belly fat.
“Don’t be nervous…” Ormann chuckled as he grabbed one fat lovehandle, shaking it and allowing it to send an energy ripple across the belly’s whole expanse, making Nathaniel feel like he was receiving the world’s biggest belly rub.
“Oh… ohhh…. Ohhhhhhhh..” Nathaniel moaned with pleasure.
Soon, Nathaniel’s growing fat was spreading up on either side of Ormann. “How is my fat sultan feeling?” asked the Djinn.
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