Fibonacci Spiral Part 2

Day 1

Garth went to bed that night in the guest room he normally slept in while visiting his uncle bloated but anticipatory, he was hoping to retain most of the weight in his belly from the food he’d glutted himself with as fat. With the wishes and the help of Makhah that seemed likely to happen. He threw off his clothes before rolling into bed, laying back and rubbing his packed gut contemplating the day’s events and listening to his belly’s soft gurgling. Sleep came slowly, and not just because of the massive dome of food in his stomach. He could not stop thinking of good ways to set his growth on autopilot…so he could reserve his wishes for more interesting effects. Assuming of course that Makhah agreed to continue granting them. 

The next morning, bright and early, Garth sat up in bed to inspect his personal growth. He threw the covers back and pressed a hand into the side of his soft belly, it was warm and pleasant. Also significantly softer than he’d remembered it being yesterday. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. Soft thigh flab pressed together and forced him to stand with his legs a little further apart than normal. A wide grin spread over his face as he saw a few semi-fresh looking stretch marks he was certain hadn’t been adorning his lovehandles the previous day. 

As he straightened up, Garth saw his clothes on the floor wondering if they would still fit at all. He reached down to try on his shirt to see how little it covered but paused when the shirt un-balled and the Fibonacci Spiral caught his eye. A smile started to form on Garth’s face, “The golden spiral, a perfect theoretical model for infinite expansion…”

One hand still on his belly, gripping and squeezing the plump roll under his right moob, he pulled the shirt on. It barely covered his chest and was extremely tight around his arms, then the fat man wrestled with his shorts for several minutes before giving them up as a bad job and just pulling on a pair of roomy pajama shorts which were now…not quite so roomy. In fact they creaked and seemed close to tearing with nearly his every movement. On some level though, the gluttonous growing guy liked the feeling.

Once dressed as fully as he could manage Garth hurried down to the dining hall, waddling as fast as his incredibly snug shorts and newly plumped legs would allow. He surprised himself by not being totally out of breath when he reached the dining room. “Guess my wish for no ‘fat-guy problems’ includes not getting winded.” He murmured and waddled into the room. 

Makhah was nowhere to be seen, and the kitchens were quiet. However, the lamp was sitting on the table, so Garth lumbered up to it and gave it a rub. Silvery smoke plumed out of the antique and the obese genie materialized in front of him. They were belly to belly, Garth’s plump gut pushing against Makhah’s massive dome of corpulence. 

“Good morning my friend!” Makhah boomed, then took a few steps back and bowed. “I assume you’re hungry.” The genie began to raise his fingers presumably to snap up another feast for Garth to glut on, but the young man waved a hand. 

“Just a minute, I want to make another wish…if that’s okay.” Garth added lamely, realizing that he’d almost sounded demanding. Makhah didn’t seem to mind though. “So, my next wish. I uh…I wish that every day I would grow fatter than I grew in the days before.” 

“Ah, been thinking of the Golden Spiral, my friend?” Makhah grinned, nodding at the overstretched screen print on Garth’s shirt, then snapped his fingers, one more smoke and sparks danced over Garth. “The Fibonacci Sequence will make you corpulent indeed. Though I do hope you have a plan for…the months to come.” 

Garth groaned, he had always been somewhat obsessed with what the Fibonacci Spiral equation could do for weight gain, and knew that it would make him…well beyond monumental. “I’ll…I’ll uh…worry about that later!” Garth cleared his throat. “Shouldn’t be a problem…if you’ll keep hanging out with me.” 

“My friend, this I wouldn’t miss for anything.” Makhah snapped his fingers, conjuring the scale once more in front of Garth’s feet. The young man stepped onto it, “Up 10 pounds from last night!” The djinn clapped his plump hand against Garth’s exposed gut, “You will be a wonder to behold in no time. Now! Breakfast!” Makhah snapped his fingers again, and a massive feast sprung into being on the table.

Garth was instantly ravenous; he’d gone over Fibonacci equations before and knew that he had already inserted a seed value in his own growth sequence of 10 pounds at “day zero”, yesterday. Which guaranteed a gain of at least 11 pounds today, based on the Fibonacci sequence equation. But that was a minimum; with Makhah there to help keep him fed, he was sure to increase that number significantly. He couldn’t wait!

The day blended one meal into the next for Garth. The potion that let his stomach expand seemingly endlessly had partially worn off by halfway through breakfast, but Garth didn’t mind because he loved feeling overly full. However, as breakfast became brunch, then lunch, then early dinner Garth was acutely feeling the effects of glutting so much. He slumped against the chair’s backrest and moaned. His shirt was little more than a sports bra now, barely containing his heavy moobs. Though it was hard to tell, Garth thought he was definitely a little fatter than when he woke up. Which made sense because he had been eating for about 7 hours, which meant he should have put on at least 3 pounds now thanks to the Fibonacci wish alone. 

“You’ve slowed down; do you need another of my appetite brews?” Makhah asked walking over to his side and letting one of his plump deeply tanned hands plop onto Garth’s swollen belly, eliciting a groan from the stuffed man. The genie chuckled apologetically and began rubbing the engorged mound of the growing glutton’s gut gently. 

“N-hh…No, not yet.” Garth puffed, sighing softly as his new friend gently massaged his overblown girth. “Wanna feel this…every bit of it.” He laughed and patted the side of his belly. “You know, I feel kinda fatter than I calculated I should be on just a gain of 11 pounds in 24 hours.” He puffed, licking some icing from his finger before prodding his cheek and the underside of his jaw. 

“Ah, yes, that will be due to the magical weight gain completely cancelling out your metabolism. Your body is now nourished by the wish, so anything you consume will be excess and therefore stored as fat.” Makhah grinned. “And thanks to your first wish, you digest faster than a normal man. You’ve managed to arrange quite the perfect storm of adipose.” The genie laughed as he pressed his palms into the sides of the fat young man’s belly, Garth’s cheeks flushed dully. 

“Seems like I synergized my wishes without even noticing!” He groaned and let his head loll back against the padded chair back while Makhah continued to knead his huge gut with slowly increasing pressure. As the genie massaged his belly, Garth belched loudly. “Oooph, s-sorry!” 

“It is not a thing to be ashamed of, young Garth.” Makhah said his expression mirthful. “You have paid me quite the compliment! For that just means you’ve enjoyed the food I’ve provided.” 

Garth moaned softly, pawing at another huge platter of food and pulling it closer as his bloated stomach churning noisily. “I can hardly believe this is happening. I bet it’s surreal for you too. I mean, not what you’d expect from the millennial nephew of your old adventurer friend.” He said as he lazily munched on a huge breakfast burrito packed with eggs and bacon and sausage and tater tots. 

“Indeed, I wasn’t sure what to expect. I had seen you before of course. You may remember that Joseph employed a number of different butlers over the years. Most of them were me.” Makhah said, his tone thoughtful. 

“That’s probably why 90% of them were big fatsoes then, eh?” Garth managed a chuckle that turned into a quiet burp as he prodded the corpulent djinn’s belly. 

“Yes, indeed. I have always enjoyed a fuller figure, and I must confess that my current form is the fattest one I have worn yet. Of course,” Makhah gripped Garth’s belly and gave it a quick shake. “You’re set to put me to shame, young Garth. And soon at that!” 

The genie smiled merrily and seemed to contemplate something for a moment. “But I digress, I was able to observe you some as you grew up. Even so, I could not fathom what you might wish. Joseph knew years back that he wanted me to grant you at least one, and I knew he meant to leave you his wealth and estate. So, with your great uncle’s riches covering most material monetary wishes…” Makhah trailed off, his well padded shoulders raising in a shrug. “So it was indeed a shock to hear you wish to grow fatter.” The djinn nodded, his thick plump double chin wobbling. 

“You mean you didn’t think I would wish for…I dunno, fame or power…or love?” Garth sat up slowly under the weight of his stomach, finally eyeing the appetite brew that Makhah had placed on the table within arm’s reach. Having finished the burrito and half of a stack of waffles Garth was bloated beyond all reason. He knew he had never eaten anywhere near as much before in his life. Maybe in a whole week of his life. 

He leaned forward with a pained moan; his slightly-overinflated-exercise-ball sized belly pressed against the side of the table, and grabbed the bottle. He chugged it down and instantly the pain in his stomach was gone. The bloated mound of food he’d swallowed during the meal now just felt warm and heavy. He laid back again with a sigh, getting back to grazing on mini quiches and small pastries. 

“Oh no, we djinn can’t manufacture love. We can…bring it out if it is present, but that requires some study or a very powerful focus for the emotion. But beyond that we can only create a temporary obsession.” Makhah replied, not quite his jolly old self for the moment. “Most genies consider such a thing taboo.” 

Garth nodded, only half listening as he continued to cram his mouth full. Part of his mind turning the wheels on new wish ideas, the phrase “temporary obsession” echoing in his head as he let himself fall into mindless gluttony. 

***

He ate without stopping until about 2:00 pm. By that time he could not have moved from the table if he wanted to, at least not under his own power. Makhah required very little prompting to poof him back up to the bedroom for a nap. 

In his dream, he could feel his body against…everything. As if he was wearing some kind of combination straitjacket and body sleeve. He struggled but he couldn’t shift in any direction. It was hard for him to even tell what position he was in, all he felt was warm, and soft, and…tight. He tasted something sweet and realized he was drinking from a hose. He tried to move his fingers but it felt like he had on incredibly thick and tight gloves. He shook himself and felt his back ripple…a lot further away than normal. 

He awakened a little after six, disoriented but hungry again. His clothing had all shredded off his fat soft form, he grunted and tugged a tattered piece of black fabric from under his left moob. Blinking, he pushed himself into an upright position, he let out a pleased groan as he felt his belly plop onto his thighs. Garth was still a little surprised that he could do that so easily, though the bed clearly did not take it “lightly.” 

As clarity returned to him Garth looked his thickened, stretch mark streaked, sagging, plump form over. Chuckling, he had the thought that his belly looked a little like vanilla cherry swirl ice cream. He had so many stretch marks; long, wide, scarlet stretch marks. He could tell a lot of them were fresh, probably from his breakfast binge piling on, but while he looked at them, they faded to less angry shades of pink, another “fat guy problem” he supposed. He ran a plump hand over his swollen moobs; they were so soft. He gave them a squeeze and his fingers sank deeply into them, he shivered a little and let his hands slide further down his body. 

He pressed his palms into the sides of his belly, he was able to push them far enough in that he couldn’t see his arms nearly to his elbows. He made a small huffing sound and glided his hands forward then hooked his thumb into his navel and gripped his underbelly. It was a handful…more than a handful. 

“God, I’m so fat…” He let out a soft moan and gripped at his side fat, squeezing a handful of his upper rear where it merged into his lovehandle. “So…so fat…and more to come.” Garth huffed and swung his legs around to get up. He rippled all over as he stood, and his belly plopped heavily against his thighs. 

The now quite obese man waddled to the dresser and started looking for something he could squeeze into…he kind of wanted to go stuff his gluttonous face in public. His old 4xl shirts were hopeless, it was hard to get them even over his chest, and half of his gut hung free beneath the hem of the shirt. He groaned and switched his focus to find a pair of underwear that would cover him up.

It took a while but, after many trials and almost as many errors in which he’d torn nearly all of the underwear that made it over his thighs the instant he tried to take a step, he finally found a pair of boxer briefs he’d bought when he was still really into padding. A pair of 6xl spandex boxer briefs that he’d managed to stretch to their limit with pillows and blankets in order to feel like he had a massive ass. Now…as he wriggled his truly colossal caboose into them, he didn’t need the cushions. 

Looking around for the scale that Makhah had magicked up before, he spotted it by the foot of the bed. Garth waddled over to it and stood on the scale. Instead of the 405 pounds from that morning, the electronic voice in the scale reported his weight as 428 pounds. He groaned softly and hefted his belly. He was up 34 pounds since meeting Makhah. Which guaranteed a gain of at least 34 pounds today. A drop in the bucket compared to how much he would be gaining each day a week from now, but that really drove home how much he’d managed to accelerate his growth. 

He stepped off the scale, and tugged at the waistband of the underwear; it snapped back against his pudgy side and caused a slight ripple. “Maybe it’s time to make a scene, while I can still fit through doorways.” He chuckled and then made his way down to the dining hall; he was not quite used to how his new weight threw off his balance and nearly fell a few times when he was walking down the stairs. His hip and lovehandle on the right side even brushed heavily over the door frame at the bottom of the stairs as he walked through. 

Makhah was there, lounging on a large sturdy looking chaise that certainly was not in the kitchen that morning. The djinn sat up and laughed, “Not finding your wardrobe up to the challenge of adorning your body?” Garth just nodded and was about to wish for new clothes to fit when Makhah snapped his fingers and on the table a large t-shirt and shorts appeared, they looked identical to the clothing he’d worn yesterday, right down to the stylized Fibonacci spiral on the black t-shirt, except they were several sizes larger. 

“These garments will suffice until you have no more use of them. They will stretch to accommodate you should you expand significantly while wearing them, and can also be altered by you with nothing more than a thought.” The obese mythical entity reported while waddling over to offer Garth the shirt. 

“Thanks! I ain’t never had a friend like you.” The young man said with a little laugh, Makhah just smiled in response. “I think I’ll wear them like this today, it’s my favorite outfit after all.” Garth slipped the shirt over his head and pulled it down, it was a little bit snug but he could tell there was a lot of stretch in it. “Just tight enough to show off the rolls like a bakery display case. Nice!” 

“Shall I conjure a feast for supper, my friend?” Makhah was saying as Garth pulled the shorts up over his huge round bubble butt. 

“No, I want to go to the pizza buffet in town. I just…kinda want to show off. See what happens when people see a magically assisted appetite go all out.” Garth said with a grin as he rubbed at his underbelly and hefted it. 

“Well in that case, a change in my own attire is in order.” Makhah snapped his fingers and his curly tipped shoes, loose linen pants, and comically small vest were replaced by a white t-shirt stretched tight over Makhah’s vast girth and heavy chest, cargo pants, and sandals. “What do you think? Do I look normal?”

Garth laughed, “You should blend right in, other than the fact that you’re twice as fat as the fattest normal guy I’ve ever seen.” 

Makhah just laughed and said, “Excellent, let us go on another adventure in gourmandizing.” 

***

Less than half an hour later Garth was sidled through the doorway of Cecilia’s Pizzeria Buffet. Heads turned as he waddled toward the cashier, he heard a few murmurs. Still, Makhah drew a bigger reaction; people looked stunned to see someone so fat and still so effortlessly ambulatory. 

Garth felt a smug grin forming on his face; he could not wait to deflect their attention away from Makhah and onto himself once he really got started stuffing his face. He paid for two buffet tickets and two drinks, handing one of each to Makhah before he waddled to the pizza bar. Garth breathed deeply through his nose several times before he started to load up his plate with a hungry little moan.

He didn’t think to keep track, he knew he would be putting away far more than he’d ever been able to before anyway. Back at the table, Makhah had selected one close to the food, the djinn was eating lightly. At least in comparison to Garth, Makhah had five slices of pizza whereas Garth had a towering pile of slices that threatened to teeter off and careen to the floor if it weren’t for the fat man’s meticulous balance. Garth managed to balance his plate as he sat down. 

“No extra magical help…” The obese young man whispered between mouthfuls as he ravenously gulped down his first three slices. “At least at first, I want to get full…bloated and a little uncomfortable.” Garth puffed softly and guzzled down half of his drink. His free hand already rubbing at his belly as if in anticipation. Makhah nodded in response.

More people were starting to steal glances at Garth as he inhaled his dinner, consuming the entire first plate of 12 or more slices in less than ten minutes. Garth returned to the buffet again, and again. Filling his plate to the same ludicrous level each time if not higher. His stomach was feeling bloated and upset by the time he returned with his sixth plate.

Most of the people who had been there when he and Makhah arrived had cycled out during Garth’s lurid display of gluttony, but a few were still there. Their plates forgotten and their eyes transfixed on Garth as he pressed what was probably his 70th slice of pizza into his mouth. 

Despite how massively distended his stomach had grown in the last couple of days thanks to his wishes and regular usage of Makhah’s brew, Garth was slowing down. He groaned and tried to give Makhah a meaningful look. The genie understood and surreptitiously poured the contents of a crystal phial into Garth’s drink, which the young man immediately guzzled. 

The warm stretching sensation told him it was not just Garth’s usual appetite brew; he could feel his body expanding minutely. He sighed and slumped back, not noticing one or two of his new “admirers” getting up and walking to the register. 

After a few minutes’ recovery, Garth returned to gourmandizing with wild abandon. The sixth plate depleted rapidly, and he heaved himself up to waddle back to the pizza bar for yet another. However, when he returned he found a surprise, there was a large double pepperoni pizza waiting for him there along with his plate. 

“Compliments of them,” Makhah said, nodding his head at a corner where several people a little younger than Garth were sitting and trying not to look like they had just been staring. Garth looked back at Makhah, “Hey, I said no magical help unless I ask for it.” 

The genie held his hands up and chuckled, “It was not my doing, perhaps it’s a side effect of your wish to have no hindrance whatsoever to your expansion. The vagary of the wish could extend even to the deeply buried desires of others to see someone grow.”

Garth blinked at that, the words “temporary obsession” echoed in his head again, he shook himself and got back to eating. ‘Maybe later…’ He thought as he set about putting the double pepperoni pizza and his latest plate away. While Garth gobbled the pizza in front of him, the group in the back corner sent an order of brownies and two slices of cheesecake. He knew he could eat it, having chugged one of Makhah’s brews, but he figured he’d better wrap it up here. Especially if he wanted to get a good weigh in before he went to sleep that night, he wanted to know how much his gain minimum would be for tomorrow. 

His stomach rumbling as if in response to that thought, he shoveled in the last of his pizza three slices at a time now. Then he wolfed down the desserts and heaved his heavy form from the chair while digging for his wallet. He left a sizeable tip for the busboy and servers who he had put through their paces keeping the table clear and bringing drink refills. 

As Garth stood a resounding belch escaped his mouth, his cheeks grew reddish and he covered his mouth. “Uh…oooph, excuse me.” He murmured as he waddled rotundly toward the door. 

He felt massive, his clothes felt much tighter than they had when he’d put them on. Though not for long as the garments stretched to accommodate his corpulent enormity. But even so Garth could feel his lower belly dangling below the hem of the shirt. He must have been quite a sight, since a few in the group of friends that had started sending him extra food were craning around to watch him as he and Makhah left. 

Garth’s stomach bulged out in front of him further than he’d ever seen it, a mass of at least 9 large pizzas, dozens of breadsticks, ten or more bowls of pasta, and of course the dessert extras. He looked like he had packed a medium exercise ball under his shirt. 

“I think you would be more comfortable if I drove us back.” Makhah offered, Garth could hear the smile on his face even though he wasn’t looking at him. “I doubt your massive circumference would fit neatly behind the wheel.” 

“Oh, you’re one to talk,” Garth turned, about to laugh when he noticed that Makhah was standing by the open driver’s side door, the driver’s seat was significantly larger and the interior of the car was also more spacious than it normally was. “Oh, magic, duh.” 

“This way you can just lay back,” The genie helped lower Garth into the passenger’s seat, also significantly expanded in dimension. 

He slept most of the way; in fact, he woke up in his bedroom sitting on a chaise similar to the one Makhah had in the dining room. The djinn must have poofed him up here, and was in fact standing by the door when the fat man looked around. Garth yawned and heaved his bulky form upright, “I gotta sleep this latest feast on.” He chuckled as he hefted his belly a few times. His stomach was still hugely bloated from the binge. “But first, bring me that scale.” 

Makhah obliged immediately, placing the scale at Garth’s feet. He stepped on and listened to the beeping. “Well, what’s the reading?” 

“My friend, you weigh 452 pounds, quite the fantastic binge.” Makhah replied with a laugh. 

“Oh, oooph.” Garth’s hands pressed into the sides of his belly again, the pressure squeezed out another burp. Amidst his rubbing and squeezing, he mumbled idly, “Wish I could tell how much was new fat and how much was food…” 

The sound of Makhah snapping actually startled Garth, “It is done, young Garth.” Makhah grinned and tilted his head inquisitively. “So, what is…your reading?”

Garth smiled, well now they didn’t need the scale anymore did they? “439 pounds of Garth, 13 pounds of food. I guess I’ll probably pick up another six pounds from that too won’t I?”