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Melissa frowned as she rubbed a hand over her thin midriff, trying without success to decipher what was happening to her. Up until very recently her life had been perfect, she'd been rich, tall, slender athletic and beautiful. And she still was actually, except that she struggled to appreciate it now, sick as she was. And she was really sick, continually short of breath, always hungry yet unable to eat much, nearly incontinent, and almost constantly suffering stomach ache. Finally unable to put it off any longer, she got out the lamp. It was an old brass lamp in the mould of the one in the tales of Aladdin. And that's pretty much what it was, oh not the one Aladdin himself had owned, but very similar. She hesitated a moment, then rubbed it.

Immediately, the genie emerged from the lamp. It was not a distinct figure in the way many movies portrayed genies, but rather a vaguely human-shaped torso and head about the size of that of an action man figurine, made of blue smoke. Nor did it have a real voice, instead the words appeared directly in her head, what is thy bidding my mistress?

"I want to know what's wrong with me," Melissa replied.

In what way do you think there is something wrong with you, the genie asked.

"well let's see," Melissa replied sarcastically, "I'm forever out of breath, always hungry, yet can't seem to eat more than a few mouthfuls at a time, I seem to need the toilet every five minutes, and have almost constant stomach-ache, that enough for you?"

There was a moment's silence, then the genie came back, there is new life within you.

"What," Melissa asked, "what's that supposed to mean?"

There is new life within you, the genie repeated, do you not understands this concept?

New life, Melissa puzzled over the idea for a moment or two, then realised what was being implied, "you mean, you mean I'm pregnant?!"

That is another way of putting it perhaps, the genie said.

Pregnant? Melissa though back, had she every had unprotected sex? No, stupid question, the number of parties she'd been to it was pretty much certain at some point But still... "Okay, I'm pregnant," she asked, "but why the complications?"

You wished, did you not, to remain at a weight of on hundred and twenty five pounds, forever, the genie asked.

"I did, yes," Melissa said, slightly puzzled, "but wh-oh gods!" Realisation finally dawned, if she was pregnant, but staying at the same total weight then of course the growing baby was going to be affecting her in other ways, how could she have been so dumb as to not realise it earlier!

You realise now your ill, the genie said, more a statement than a question.

"Only too well," Melissa replied, "but how do I deal with it?"

There are but two ways, the genie replied, either continue on as you are.

"Which would kill me I'm sure," Melissa replied.

It would, the genie replied, or you can wish for our covenant to have never existed.

"I can't just wish for an end to the deal," Melissa asked.

Such covenants are not, alas, temporal in that way, the genie replied, they only exist or do not.

"So I'd go back to being a fat girl," Melissa asked, her mouth twisting in distaste.

You would, the genie replied, fat, and more than fat.

"What," Melissa asked, "what d'you mean?"

If our covenant had never existed you would not have stayed at a weight of one hundred and ninety eight pounds, the genie said, you would be much bigger.

" How much bigger," Melissa asked, one seven eight had been bad enough, more would be worse.

Three hundred and thirty five pounds, the genie replied.

"What, that's ridiculous," Melissa replied, "I'd never have got anything like that big."

You ate to ease your sorrow, the genie said, even when your greatest sorrow was caused by too much eating, you just ate more.

Melissa steamed at the thought, but was unable to make a response as she knew only too well that it was true, or at least had been true. even so, "so either I keep this thing in me until it kills be or I kiss good-bye to ever being thin again?"

A difficult choice, the genie said.

"And you can't just get this thing out of me," Melissa asked.

I cannot kill, the genie said, sounding reproachful, not even of life as weak as this.

Looking away, Melissa said, "I need some time to think about this."

I can wait, the genie responded, and then went silent, while at the same time the indistinct smoky figure returned to the lamp.

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After two days Melissa was still indecisive about the offer, but was at least willing to consider it now.

To this end, she again grabbed the lamp and rubbed it, and again the genie emerged, what is thy bidding my mistress?

"I want to know a few things," Melissa replied, "firstly, if I take the deal, how healthy would I be?"

Your health would be, poor, the genie said, your diet would be focused greatly on unhealthy comfort foods to the detriment of proper nutrition.

"So, not good then," Melissa asked, "would I be at risk of diabetes, a heart-attack, stroke?"

Everyone is, but you would be much more so, the genie said.

"And there's no way out of that," Melissa asked, "no way to, I don't know, prevent some of that?" There was a few moments of silence, which was uncharacteristic for the genie, "well?"

There, may be a way, the genie replied, but seemed hesitant.

"And that is," Melissa asked.

Were you to free me, I could change our covenant, the genie replied.

"Would that be good for me," Melissa asked.

Your health would be much improved, the genie replied, you would weigh less too.

" How much less," Melissa asked.

Your weight would be a mere two hundred and eighty seven pounds, the genie replied

"So still almost ninety pounds heavier than when we made the deal," Melissa said.

But a half that lighter than if you weren't to free me, the genie replied.

"Something to think about then," Melissa said, "I'll see you later."

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Three more days passes before Melissa returned to the lamp again. Again she rubbed it, and again the genie appeared, what is thy bidding my mistress?

"Let's do this," Melissa said determinedly , "right here, right now."

As you request, the genie replied, do you wish to free me?

"Yes," Melissa said, then added, more formally, "I, Melissa Connelly, hereby make it my third wish that your imprisonment be ended."

At last, the genie replied sounding jubilant, after so many centuries I am finally free. Melissa noticed that the former tail of bluish smoke that had always before connected the genie to the lamp was now gone.

"But you will honour our deal right," Melissa asked.

Of course, the genie replied, are you ready?

"Almost," Melissa said, "but first, I want a few bits of, theatre."

What do you mean, the genie asked.

"Well for starters, I don't want to just go from thin to fat," Melissa replied, "I want to feel like I've earned it, like I deserve to be a fat, greedy cow."

Perhaps you could explain that a bit more, the genie said, I am not sure I understand your desire.

"If I'm going to be fat I want to eat my way there," Melissa said, "one last binge pays for all."

I think I am beginning to grasp the idea, the genie said, you want a table piled high with food, yes?

"Yes," Melissa replied, "and make it fast-food, burgers, fries, ice-cream sundaes, the works."

Like this, the genie asked, and suddenly a table appeared, indeed piled high with fast-food.

"That's it," Melissa grinned, "and I want to eat it all, to be unable to stop once I've started, okay?"

Granted, the genie said, is there anything else?

"Yes," Melissa replied, "once I am big, a want a body I can be proud of, so no cellulite or anything, just tight, smooth skin, plus I want to be a fit fat cow."

In what way, the genie asked.

"I mean, I don't want to be immobile," Melissa replied, "I want to be able to get up and walk, or at least waddle around pretty well."

As you desire, the genie said, and is that your final request?

"No, I've got a couple more," Melissa replied, "when I'm eating I want to know how big I'm getting to be able to feel it."

So granted, the genie said, and your final request?

Waving a hand down at her clothing, in this case a loose-fitting t-shirt and trackpants, Melissa said, "I don't want these to grow with me, I want to have the feeling of bursting out of them."

You surely know what you want, the genie said, quite different from a few days ago.

"Oh for sure," Melissa replied, "I mean, there's no point doing things by half measures right?" She paused a moment, then said, "and speaking of half measures, I want to go all the way with this, all the way to three hundred and thirty five, no slacking off early, no, I want to hit that glorious, that fatastic, that phenomenal three-three-five."

What changed your mind, the genie asked.

"I, I'm not sure," Melissa replied, "but you know what, it doesn't matter, 'cause I know what I want."

What do you want, the genie asked.

"I've seen the way a lot of fat girls move," Melissa said, "it's like they constantly whispering 'please don't notice me, please don't notice that I'm a fat cow'."

And that is not the way you intend to act, the genie said

"Hells no," Melissa added, "when I go out, well, I won't be whispering I'll be shouting, and the message won't be 'please don't notice me', but more like 'ogle me all you want folks, 'cause this queen heifer don't give a shit'."

Prideful indeed, the genie said, but before you can flaunt your incredible, size, you must gain that incredible size.

"You're right," Melissa said, "I've done enough talking, now it's time to do some eating." Turning around, she looked and said, "but I'm going to need a chair."

So granted, the genie said, and suddenly there was a chair.

Sitting down, Melissa grabbed the nearest box to hand, containing, as it turned out, a Macdonalds Double Cheeseburger, but instead of biting into it, she took a long deep drag, "ah, that's the stuff."

What do you mean by that, the genie asked.

"Nothing really," Melissa replied, "just savouring my last moments of thinness." After a moment she added, "but that's over, time to eat." As soon as she took the first bite, she felt a change.

Her senses seemed to dull, no, not dull, but were overtaken by new senses, a deep understanding of her body that she'd never had before, and once this was over may never have again. It wasn't just her traditional senses that seemed distant though, she immediately found herself unable to render any control of her own body, which was as she'd wanted it, but...

The first mouthful slipped, half-chewed down her throat, but never made it into her stomach, instead being absorbed into the walls of her oesophagus, and immediately redistributed onto her frame. Initially there was no fattening, just a blessed release from the torment that had been growing these past months, as her internal organs, so recently restricted by the side-effects of a string of poor choices resumed their normal size and function, pushing her womb outwards to form a small, firm belly.

Her belly didn't stay small or firm for long however though, as soon enough she was as healthy and hale as ever, and the once-food began to be redistributed as pure adipose. Time too had changed, no longer measured in minutes and seconds, but in pounds and ounces, food flowing half-chewed or not at all down her gullet to be immediately redistributed onto her slowly growing frame. Her belly still bore the brunt of the gain at first, but it was soon caught up by other parts of her body, her head and neck, chest, buttocks and thighs, arms and the rest of her legs, even her hands and feet didn't escape.

Once, she knew, she would have sorrowed as her figure was slowly eaten up by the excess flesh, but no more. No longer would she fear society's expectations, she was her own woman now, independent in action, free in choice, to live her own life as she so wished. And so what emotion could she feel but pure, unadulterated joy as she swelled up, pound upon pound of glorious flesh flowing onto her frame?

From enviably thin she grew into beautifully curvaceous and then beyond, far beyond. But her goal was still far off, even as her belly grew heavy and bulbous, a little with child, but mostly with her own flesh, she knew she was but a small way to her final destination.

Sensation returned suddenly puzzling her, surely she hadn't got there already? The table was piled high with food, indicating that, indeed, she has a long way to go, "why the stop?" While saying this, she slipped one hand into the now much snugger waistband of her trackpants and tried without success to adjust the position of her now almost painfully tight panties.

I though you might like to spend a few moments, contemplating, the genie replied.

"Contemplating what," Melissa asked. She winced as she continued to struggle with her clothes, why the hell had she chosen to put panties on, she knew she wasn't going to be wearing them for long, and it wasn't like she was in a public space.

Excepting the weight of your unborn child you now weigh one hundred and ninety eight pounds, the genie replied.

"Well it's a bit late to be regretful isn't it," Melissa asked, as she finally gave up on trying to do anything with her panties, "I was going to die, and this was the only escape."

Indeed it was, the genie replied, but regardless, what do you think of your prior weight?

Melissa looked down, and poked lightly at her expanded belly, "not much honestly, it's actually a pretty poor weight, too big to be a curvaceous beauty, but way too small to be a proper fat cow."

You wish to continue then, the genie asked.

"Yeah," Melissa said, "I signed up to be a fat cow, not some woman who can't watch her diet."

As you desire, the genie said, and Melissa immediately felt her consciousness shift again.

There was less joy now, as her undergarments grew ever tighter. Even her body, previously dedicated only to the task of eating its way to seeming oblivion, had to take notice, slowing down, and again reaching down inside the waistband of her trackpants in an attempt to free itself from the pain. The attempt was in vain though, barely able to squeeze her hand inside her now nearly skin-tight trackpants, even with her greatest effort could she just barely touch the fabric of her panties with one fingertip.

Then suddenly, when she was sure that she was going to end up with serious injuries, the panties gave way, splitting along the seam on either side. Immediately her eating resumed, though more awkwardly until she managed to free the hand she'd had inside the trackpants. It would be a time before these and her t-shirt gave up though, allowing her to examine her body once again.

As her size increased, her skin became increasingly soft and pliant, yet still smooth, unmarked by even the slightest hint of cellulite. Not all that was gained was pure, heavy flesh though, beneath her ballooning frame, she could feel muscles building up, the better to allow here to carry her new weight. Yet all the muscles in the world would not entirely compensate for her new gains, the very volume of her body would impose limits on her capabilities, her mobility. But this loss did not bring sorrow, even when she had been thin, she'd never much cared for athletics, her body had been primarily for looks.

Bigger and bigger she grew under the renewed onslaught of food. Her face, already rounded, soon developed a second chin. Her shoulders and arms rounded out, losing all definition save at the joints, which developed dimples. Her breasts had grown heavy, pulled down by gravity to sit atop her belly. Her belly was heavy and rounded, as though she were in the very late stages of her pregnancy, although of course this was far from the case. It was also large and heavy enough to have forced her legs apart. Her buttocks were now so full that she was actually sitting higher in the chair. As with her arms, any definition on her legs had been long since lost, buried beneath so much beautiful smooth flesh. Even her extremities hadn't escaped entirely, though they did show the least change. Surprisingly, apart from her panties, her clothes were still intact, though likely not for much longer. The t-shirt had ridden up over her burgeoning belly to become little more than a brassiere with arms, while her trackpants were tight enough to be a second skin.

And she was still not done! Well not fully, anyway, though she sensed the was close now, her clothes becoming increasingly tight. Suddenly, she felt her trackpants start to give.

The return to reality was swift this time, swift enough that Melissa was there fast soon enough to feel her trackpants finally giving way, starting at the front just below the waistband, and spreading downwards and then outwards from the centre-join. She tried to look down so watch the spectacle, but unfortunately, could only see the badly-stained top of her still surprisingly intact t-shirt, with poking over the edge, a slim segment of her how considerable belly. "Welp," she said, as she felt the waistband below her belly - being the only stiching left, and attempting to contain a burden for which is was never intended - finally gave up, "I guess I'm now officially a fat fucking cow."

Indeed you are, the genie said, and even fatter than intended.

"What," Melissa said, "fatter, fatter than three hundred thirty five?"

It was, necessary, the genie replied, you did after all wish to experience bursting out of your clothes.

"Well that worked with my pants," Melissa said, "but what about my t-shirt?"

A most resilient garment, the genie said.

Well how much bigger will I need to get to burst that," Melissa asked.

No bigger, the genie replied, if you were to but try to take it off, it would shred.

"Would it," Melissa asked, "well let's go then." And indeed that proved to be the case, for as she grabbed the edge of the t-shirt to try to pull it up, the side seams finally gave up the ghost, tearing up their entire length, and then along the seam of the arms, "alright!"

You seem unusually pleased at having ruined a still good item of clothing, the genie said.

"It wasn't that good," Melissa replied, "even before today it wasn't of my best." She paused, then remembered something, "also you said I was fatter than I'd intended."

You are, the genie replied.

Melissa looked down at herself, trying to judge how much she weighed now, but found it impossible. Looking up, she said, "okay, I'll bite, how much fatter am I now?"

You weight now is three hundred and fifty seven pounds, the genie replied, although without the baby you would be only three hundred and fifty one.

" Only three five one," Melissa asked, "in what universe is that weight considered really any different?"

You are unhappy with your size, the genie asked.

"I don't know," Melissa said, "hang on, gimme a moment." Getting onto her feet proved a little more difficult than she'd thought it might, as she was unfamiliar with her new size, and the chair had no arms on which she could push to assist herself. Eventually though, she managed to stand up, although not before having to grab hold of the table for leverage, "whoof, I didn't realise I'd feel this heavy."

You wish to be lighter, the genie asked, our deal was after all for just three hundred and thirty five pounds.

"No, wait a moment," Melissa said, and took a step forward, and then another. Gods, this was awkward, she kept wanting to walk like she always had done, but no, walking wasn't an option now, and probably never would be ever again. And yet, for as difficult as it was she couldn't help, liking it. But why did she like it? For the challenge? She couldn't figure it out, but maybe she didn't need to, maybe the why wasn't important, maybe... "No," she said, "no, this isn't going to be easy, but I don't think dropping a mere twenty-odd pounds would make much difference."

Are you sure, the genie asked.

"Yes," Melissa replied, more firmly this time, "yes, I'm sure." Then she looked down at herself, noticing for almost the first time how caked with sauce her hands were, and guessing that they were now far from the only part, "I do seem to have got a bit messy."

Would you like help cleaning up, the genie asked.

Melissa hesitated a moment, then said, "yes please, that would be a big help." The sauce disappeared, along with the pile of empty boxes beside the table, and indeed the table itself, plus all the other detritus of her transformation, including the rags that had once been clothes, "that's better."

Are we now finished here, the genie asked.

"Just one or two more things," Melissa asked, "who's junior's dad, I don't think it would be Jamie any more." Jamie had been the captain of the high-school football team, and she'd flirted with him on and off for years, though never took it much further after she found out he had certain, personality flaws.

He is not, the genie replied, that would be Brad.

"Brad," Melissa asked, a moment before her new memories kicked in, yes, Brad, although different side of the big footballer than she ever remembered previously. Not just a keen footballer, although he was, but quiet and surprising studious, and with a big heart and a love of fat, "okay, yeah, Brad's a good choice."

And the final thing, the genie asked.

Melissa hesitated a moment, mulling over her word choice, "I don't think I want this to be our last meeting ever , so, if possible, is there some way I could, contact you again?"

An, unusual request, the genie said, but one I can accommodate. There was a flash from where the discarded lamp had once been, and waddling over, Melissa found a necklace with a tiny lamp-shaped pendant, that should do.

"You kept it a lamp shape," Melissa asked, "I didn't think you'd want to remember your, imprisonment."

I do not, the genie said, yet, what other symbol is there?

"I," Melissa started, then paused and thought about it, "I guess, that makes sense, kinda." She then asked, "so what, I rub it and you come?"

It will not summon me, the genie replied, but it will let me know that you wish to speak with me.

"Works for me," Melissa said. She paused a moment, then, sensing the meeting was rapidly drawing to a close, said, "well I guess, all I can say now it goodbye, good luck, and enjoy yourself out there."

Thank you, the genie said, and for my part, I hope you find your new form to be agreeable.

"So do I," Melissa said, "still, too late to worry about that now."

Indeed, the genie said, well, adieu. He didn't quite flash out of existence, but regardless, was gone inside of a second.

"Welp, that's that," Melissa said. Looking down, she took conscious stock of her body, her new body, for the first time, hefting her breasts, poking her belly, and slapping her buttocks and upper thighs, yep, no way to get away from it, she really was one fat cow. And yet...it wasn't unpleasant. Looking up with a strange smile on her face, she started to waddle towards the door, and a new life, "time to see what life's like for a hefty heifer."