The large and in charge Tank had expressed an interest in getting to know the djinn better but Ormann remained reserved yet amused. Ormann invited Tank to seat himself again before he asked, "Are you pleased?"
Tank looked down his large gut and grinned at how he had busted his belt. "Well, there's one thing I'd like..."
"What the hell's going on?"
Tank looked to his brother and smiled, "Dick!" They hugged each other before Tank invited him to sit with them. "I want you to meet Ormann... He grants wishes!"
Ormann observed Dick closely. The two almost looked alike but Dick appeared to be in his forties.
"Right, wishes... I'd wish to be a Santa Bear. Guys can't get enough of Santa Claus."
Dick suddenly felt a strange sensation wash over him. His legs and arms began to fatten. His gut started wobbling as it grew wider, his waistline ballooning to 40", 45", 50", 55", till it stopped at 60". His cheeks puffed out as he grew a second chin. His beard grew larger and went from brown to white. His attire changed to velvet red and fluffy white. His boots turned black and became thick. Finally, a red santa hat appeared on his head.
"Geez!" Dick said as he bolted upwards. "I'm ... What the hell? I look like Santa Claus!"
Tank cracked a laugh, "Told you. This guy's a djinn!"
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