Weight Gain And Inflation Stories

Jonah's three wishes

"Just get on with it!" the genie said.

"Alright," said Jonah, "wish number two: I want a bigger butt!"

The genie rolled its eyes and released a groan that infused the entire room with vibrations signifying the emotion of hate in its purest elemental form. "Are you serious!?" it demanded. "That's the best you can come up with!? Is that the most you want, a bigger butt!? Why don't you wish to know all the languages in the world!? Shit, you could wish for infinite wealth and I'd respect it way more than this! This is by far the crassest wish I have ever been browbeaten into granting!"

"But you will grant it?" Jonah said insistently.

The genie grumbled something and waved its hands. Jonah bit his lip in anticipation as he began to feel that warm feeling rising in his ass, radiating outward and sending shivers of  pleasure through his entire body. He felt his posterior start to swell, start to press against the seat of his trousers and . . . it stopped. Jonah frowned. He looked up at the genie questioningly, who stared back down at him with a look vaguely like satisfaction. Jonah slumped into his chair and pouted furiously.

"Something wrong!?" the genie asked with mock concern.

"Is that seriously your idea of a bigger butt?" Jonah asked.

"What!?" said the genie. "It's bigger!"

"Much bigger!" Jonah said, holding his arms wide, emphatically. "Muuuch bigger!"

"Have it your way!" said the genie, waving its hands. "Wish number three, granted!"

"What!?" Jonah protested, even as he felt the waves of pleasure resuming. "Wish number three!?"

"That's right!"

"This is bullshit! That was clearly a continuation of my second wish!"

"Bullshit, bullshit, everything with you is bullshit! There are no continuations of genie wishes! That's the genie rules!"

"Says who!?"

"Says me! A genie!"

By now Jonah could feel his ass starting to lift him off of the chair. He stood up and appraised it in the mirror as the genie floated behind him, its arms folded in a pose of defiant victory. Jonah's rear-end had grown from a flat nothing to an impressive bubble butt with startling speed, and though he was angry with the genie for denying him a third wish he was nonetheless pleased with the results.

"Alright, I think that's enough," said Jonah.

"I'm sorry!" the genie boomed. "I didn't catch that! What did you say!?"

"I said 'that's enough'!" Jonah shouted, cupping his swelling bum in both hands in a vain effort to stop it inflating.

"Excuse me," the genie said, "but I believe you're all out of wishes!"

"What!? So how big is it going to get?"

The genie held its arms wide, emphatically. "Muuuch bigger!"

Jonah could think of nothing to say as his butt continued unabated. His heart was pounding fast in his chest as he peered over his shoulder, watching his overblown booty strain against and finally swell out of his pants. All the while the waves of pleasure radiating from his butt were becoming more and more intense with every inch that his ass achieved, and it was achieving them at an unbelievable rate. Jonah grew and grew, until his mammoth bum had swollen to the size of a chair and his feet left the ground, the entirety of his body's weight resting upon his incredible derriere. Jonah kicked his legs and waved his arms as weak moans escaped from his mouth, but it was all useless. He was totally immobilized.

"Please . . ." Jonah finally managed between gasps, his ass having swollen from wall to wall, causing in Jonah a feeling of insistent, unbearable pressure. "No more," he moaned, "please."

It was hopeless. The genie ignored his desperate entreaties for mercy. Jonah's butt swelled over and around his chair, his desk, his bed. It filled the dorm room, it knocked over the lamp, it raised Jonah up closer and closer to the ceiling with every passing second, and the pressure was getting worse and worse, and Jonah knew that he didn't have much time left. His ass couldn't hold forever. He was bound to explode.

Jonah tried to beg. He tried to scream for help. But the pressure and the pleasure, mixing within Jonah in a potent compound of sensation, had left the poor boy completely incoherent. The last sound that came out of his shaking, creaking, groaning body was a long, pitiful whine and then . . .

BOOM!

Just like that, Jonah was gone. Tattered scraps of clothing and stretched skin plastered the walls and floor, the only remaining evidence of Jonah, as if there had been nothing at all left inside of him by the end of it. Gone, too, were the genie, the lamp, and the eerie green glow. The room sat, darkened and empty, waiting for someone to come and stumble across the profoundly confusing tableau that was the only extant sign of unfortunate Jonah's misadventure with the genie.