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Wish of a Decade (Mini Story)
🕑 Added 2019-12-31 07:13:34 +0000 UTCWhile relaxing at home after a long day of work, 20 year old Vicki was checking out her favorite celebrity gossip website. They were covering how her favorite actor, Robin Patterman, was marrying his longtime girlfriend.
Vicki sighed as she read the article. She wished she could marry a wealthy actor. Then should wouldn't be stuck at her dead end retail job to pay for college. As she read, she fiddled around with a novelty oil lamp her cousin had sent her from his trip to Arabia. Suddenly, light and smoke emerged from the lamp's spout and an odd being in the shape of a man formed from the fumes.
"Greetings, I am the Decennial Genie." The creature asked. "I will grant you one wish per decade. What is it that you desire?"
Vicki was taken aback, but the idea of wishing for whatever she wanted helped her to quickly regain her composure.
"I wish to rich and famous! I want to be huge! I want to be so pampered that I never have to lift a finger! I want it such a big deal that I turn heads everywhere I go!"
"Your wish is granted." The genie said. There was a flash of light and Vicki passed out.
She awoke in a strange bed in a large, decorated room. The changing room door opened to reveal Robin Patterman dressed in designer clothes.
"Robin!" Vicki squealed in excitement.
"Mornin' Sweetie. You're awake already? Usually you're asleep until noon." He said. "I'll be gone for a few weeks filming my next movie, but I'll be sure to send you some "photos" while I'm gone to keep you entertained." He said as her blew her a kiss goodbye as he left the room.
She felt a object in her hand and held it up to find the magic lamp. Her wish had come true! She was dating Robin Patterman and living in his mansion! However, as she looked at the lamp, she also realized her arm was incredibly fat. She sat up and a truly horrendous smelling fart escaped her bowels. She examined herself and was speechless at how obese she was. Seeing a full body mirror nearby, she struggled to get out of bed to examine herself and unable to keep herself from passing gas with every step she took.
When she finally got in front of the mirror, she was shocked by what had happened to her. She was huge! She weighed at least 500 pounds. Her face was chunky and acne covered with a bloated double chin. Her breasts were saggy sack filled with milk and fat. Her stretch marked belly went half down to her knees. Her ass was wide and bulging, being so heavy that it made standing upright a chore. Her limbs were like flabby growths that she could barely bend or lift. She stood there staring at new body in the mirror until she began to feel sweaty and tired. Every fiber of her new form strained under the minor effort of standing up for over ten minutes and her body practically begged her to go back to bed and order her servants to bring her the first serving of breakfast. Her backside also kept bellowing out gas with no end in sight. Between her appearance and her uncontrollable flatulence, she would certainly start turning heads wherever she went.
She looked at a small stack of magazines in the corner. They were all covering how Robin ditched his girlfriend for the mountain of flab that was Vicki. She had become a big deal in the celebrity world as everyone debated whether or not she was a new body positivity icon or just a fat slob taking advantage of a popular actor's fetish.
"How did all of this happen? I didn't wish for all this." Vicki said as she looked at the lamp in her hands.
A voice came from the lamp.
"It is indeed what you wished. You are now wealthy, pampered and have great fame." The genie responded. "Both my powers and myself will now go dormant for another ten years. Once a decade has passed you may asked another wish of me. Farewell!"
As the magic of the lamp faded away, Vicki could only sigh with sad resignation of her predicament. She slowly trotted back to her huge bed and laid ass up as she pushed out fart after sloppy fart. Once her stomach felt reasonably comfortable and gas free for the moment, she called her servants on the intercom to bring her a foot high stack of pancakes, a full pound of crispy bacon and a gallon of orange juice. If she was stuck as a fat slob for the next ten years she might as well go whole hog and enjoy herself.
