"I just love going out to buffets and watching guys eat - and now I can be one of them! My favourite buffet, JJ's Western Spread, is just full of fat guys pigging out! And now that I’m a fat guy, well, it’s time to EAT!”
Ormann smiles at Nathaniel’s enthusiasm for his new substantial stature. Only a few minutes ago Nathaniel had been a unsure, thin man - the sort Ormann had learned to mistrust in the Sultan’s courts. Now, he was a confident beginner fat man. With his enthusiasm, and a little help from Djinn magic, Nathaniel would shortly be well on his way to the kind of monumental bulk that makes men truly awe-inspiring.
But first, Ormann wonders, what are these ‘bears’ at this ‘buffet’? Ormannn is not quite up on modern gay slang thanks to spending centuries inside the lamp.
“Tell me more about these ‘buffets’” asks Ormann, trying to catch up on centuries of slang.
“Well, JJ’s Western Spread is run by a big blond bear named JJ - there’s always lots of food, and lots of guys eating it - and lots of guys watching the other guys eat! I've always wanted to go and be one of his 'gorging bears', instead of just watching them. This is going to be cool!"
‘Bears’ must be referring to men, Ormann realises. He speaks. "So, let us go. Shall I organise transport?"
"Oh no, I've got a car," replies Nathaniel. He leads Ormann down to his parking space and the Djinn is first intrigued by the car, then appalled when Nathaniel explains that he drives it himself.
"No servants?" asks the Djinn.
"No. Well, aside from you," replies Nathaniel, "and you seem more like a friend than a servant."
"Will you be able to ‘drive’ when you are stuffed with food?" asks Ormann. "The sultans usually fell asleep at that stage, and it took a group of man servants to get them out of the banqueting room - even if I left them a magic carpet."
"Magic carpet? Like in fairy tales?"
"Like this!" says Ormann gesturing, and a magnificent Persian rug, big enough to carry a sofa or two, appears floating just above the pavement.
"No driving?" asks Nathaniel, incredulous.
"I can make it go where ever you want," replies Ormann with a grin. "I could ‘drive’ your car too, but the carpet is easier and more comfortable for travel. No squeezing into tiny spaces," he adds significantly.
"Sounds great!" replies Nathaniel, remembering that he has watched stuffed guys at JJ's having to be put into taxis because they’ve eaten so much they can’t drive. "Can I just step on?" he asks, coming up beside the rug. “Do I ride standing?”
"Sure," replies Ormann. "Or you may sit,” he gestures and a magnificent recliner appears, “or even lie down. The sultans often lay down..." he adds, gesturing again. The recliner vanishes to be replaced by a bed.
Nathaniel steps on and says, "Let's go! I feel hungry already."
"Very good," says Ormann. "Would you prefer the recliner?” He gestures and Nathaniel sinks into the comfortable of newly-reappeared chair. “Now just think about this buffet of JJ's and we'll be there."
Nathaniel pictures the front entrance of JJ's in his mind, complete with a handsome, fat bear couple waddling up to the door, and Ormann has them there in a twinkling - realising from the vision that he was right about what 'bears' meant to Nathaniel.
"There are some fat men here," remarked Ormann, looking in through the window as he snapped his fingers and the magic carpet vanished. "But none as big as you will be, if you truly wish to be the size of a Sultan."
"With the appetite of a Sultan!" Nathaniel added. "Don’t forget that part. At JJ’s, it's almost more important how much you feed, as how big you are. As long as you're plenty big to begin with..."
"And are you big enough to eat with these bears?" inquired Ormann, looking over the results of his earlier fattening of Nathaniel. Ormann’s scanning of the buffet had revealed that ‘JJ’, among others, was substantially larger than Nathaniel’s current size. Nathaniel was a little under the average size of the men in the buffet - perhaps he'd like to be bigger...
Nathaniel looked in through the window, then down at his newly-acquired gut. He looked up again at Ormann and considered.
"I think," he began, “that you’re right, I should be bigger. I think...
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