«Well..». Said Ormann. «...I can think of something else you might like, or do you want to see what it's like to be as big as the best Sultan in the world?»
Ormann stopped rocking so Nathaniel could answer, he took a deep breath and said: «I want to be like the biggest Sultan has ever been!»
Ormann was looking at Nathaniel with a grin. He was impressed at how Nathaniel was now fat; the idea of making him fet like the biggest Sultan made him smile. «As you wish master...» He said.
He then approached Nathaniel and snapped his fingers. The room changed again. It was now much bigger but, Nathaniel was lying on an even bigger cuishon. His head and upper-back were lying on a pile of cushihons so he could, at least, see in front of him. «Ready again?» Ormann asked. «Sure!»
Ormann then snapped his fingers, Nathaniel felt an already known warmness take over his body again, he was growing. His whole body started to grow right after Ormann snapped his fingers. His man-boobs were falling lower and lower. His tighs and butt were enlarging fast and his arms were now big sausages. The now blubbery mass that is his neck was filling with each passing minutes. But the more impressive was his belly. It was growing fast and like a monster! It was getting over his knees and wasn't stopping.
He growed for at least half an hour. He was now enormous and could barely lift himself. His belly was now a mountainous blob, covering at least all the cushion and almost all of his legs. His knees had long ago disapeared under his gut. His tighs were enormous to and they were lifting his belly, showing all their fullness. His butt was as big as his old sofa. His pecs were soft and enormous. He was having no neck at all and his face was full of flab. His arms have beel half lost in his belly, holding them in a T like position. Oh, he could move them... But it was hard.
«So... How is it Nathaniel? How do you feel being a Sultan?» Nathaniel aswered Ormann: «It is fabulous! I wonder how today's people do to want to weight less than a feather!»
Ormann then asked Nathaniel: «Now, master, what do you want to do?» «Well...»
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