Chapter 1: waking up

Aaron came groggily to as he and Bonnie drank down whole bottle of wine last night to drown his sorrows. And why not? He'd spent the better half of ten years traveling across the globe, endangering himself and putting his wife and her wealthy family's assets at risk to find a true Djinn lamp. Bonnie's family thought him a joke. He was poor and they always reminded him of that fact. He hated how they all threw it in his face. Bonnie's Dad Gordon was a huge fat man and he would lumber over Aaron saying, "Look little man, you may have nothing to lose when it comes to your wild and crazy,...AND ...UNPROFITABLE archaeological schemes, but we La'Blancs take pride in our accomplishments and we don't ever give back an inch. Do you understand me?" he would say trying to embarrass his son in law, Aaron.

"And what would Gordon say now?", thought Aaron, "Ten years and hundreds of thousands of his father-in-law's money wasted, and at best he'd acquired was an old Persian lamp worth at most, 20k."

Last night, he rubbed it, read aloud all kinds of incantations, Persian poems, spells, and ritual sayings, but to no avail. Bonnie laughed, and thought the whole situation was hilarious.

"Yeah, yuck it up, Ms Perfect. Rich, perfect body, and smart. And me, her poor husband, and dejected husband. Although to my credit, a poor man with the body of an Adonis, " as he struck his best body building pose.

"All right there my little Martyr, and remember, beauty is in the eye of the beholder", said Bonnie, handing him a large glass of dark red wine. "Here let's drink to...to...wishes."

"To wishes", Aaron said with a lacklustre manner.

"Oh, don't be like that. Make a wish, no make it two. You can have my wish too", she joked.

"It doesn't work honey, thanks for the trying to lift my spirits."

"Let me be your genie, I'll grant you two wishes"

"Okay....I wish I were a successful businessman instead of a poor archeologist, so successful that your family would lay off a bit, maybe even like me. I mean your sister actually hates me."

"No, you just remind her of a boyfriend that broke her heart."

"You never told me about that"

"I didn't think it was important. Besides, what are you gonna do about it? It's her hang up. She now has a thing against all skinny guys, including you. She hates all things thin"

"What? That's crazy...but that would explain Tammy' s massive weight gain over the past ten years"

"Come on now, that's my sister, my IDENTICAL twin sister," giggled Bonnie.

"No one would know it theses days, I mean, she must have gained over 200lbs or so. She's literally three times as big as you now. Years ago, it was hard to tell ya apart. And what makes it worse, she still wears those God awful tight dresses."

"No wonder she hates you?"

"Whatya mean"

"My sister Tammy is no dummy. You stare at her and make rude comments. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you had a thing for her fat and jiggly ass, the way you always stare", chided Bonnie.

"I just wish she liked me, instead of hating me soooooo much. God, it's just awful, all the dirty looks, the skinny comments,..."

"Just gain 100lbs," chortled Bonnie.

"Well that's not gonna happen"

"How bout 2?"

"Two what?, asked Aaron.

"Two hundred pounds, silly. If you were as fat as her, she'd loooooooooove you. Just say, I wish I'd gain 200lbs, come on.", snickered Bonnie under the influence of the wine.

"Well that's just crazy"

"Come on, just say it for me", play pouted Bonnie.

"OK, I wish I gain 200lbs, and be irresistible to Tammy", he chuckled.

"You know what she hates?", interrupted Bonnie."

"What?"

&quo t;When you don't eat her food or just eat half a plate"

"But she always makes such massive plates, and if you finish one..."

Bonnie finished, "she loads you up another. I know, but it wouldn't hurt you to eat an extra helping or two. You know, to smooth things out between you two. I wish you just took seconds and third plates from her every once in a while. You know, to calm her down a bit.

"Well, maybe, but I'd be in her fat clutches. It'll be good by six pack and hello giant belly if I don't watch out", Aaron Joked.

"So what, you might look good with a little extra meat on your bones"

"You're such a dweeb" shot back Aaron.

" And you're being such a sullen punk, chided Bonnie as she poured him more wine. The conversation and evening came to a short end as they both fell asleep on the couch.......

His eyes crusted over with sleep and blurry, but he could make out the figure of a female hovering over him, "Not Bonnie, way to heavy" he thought, but it did look like her. "This is gotta be one of those dreams where Bonnie's super fat like Tammy", he hornily thought as he grew hard.

"Looks like this fat boy is happy to see me"

Aaron went to stand up but he felt strange, awkward, and heavy. Still in the haze of waking, Aaron tried to get up in the regular sit up fashion that he was used to. But something got in the way..."oh, I've had dreams like this before", thought Aaron. As he struggled to sit up in a lavish king sized bed he noticed just how fat he'd become. Gone was his athletic body, physically honed and toned due to a life of discipline. In its stead was a fat, soft, and jiggly version of himself. Aaron felt the weight of his man giant boobs pulling down over his gelatinous and squishy belly.

"I' love these dreams" , Aaron thought. "But every time I wake up before the end...not this time.", he promised himself.

Aaron began to knead the enormous paunch that sat itself between a pair of dimpled and soft thighs. It was his dream and he knew what she wanted to see.

Tammy slightly stumbled back on one of her high heels. She was shocked and....well...horny. She'd imagined this moment or some version of it for the past ten years or so, but nothing had ever prepared her for this.

"Do you like the way I look", asked Aaron as he continued to enticingly rub his belly. Tammy' s eyes were locked in to the slow and swirling motions of his chubby fingers as they caressed and flowed over the soft flesh beneath.

Tammy and her the husband she'd made obese, Bob loved watching the then thin Aaron eat his way slowly into obesity over the past ten years or so. It was a slow and gradual process. A change of lifestyle, really. Instead of Aaron competing in NCAA Division I basketball, practices, running up and down the court all day long, his days now consisted of catered business luncheons, business dinners, and the more than occasional dinner over at Tammy and Bob's. They all grew fatter and closer, except for Bonnie. She didn't mind it in the sack, but Bonnie publicly and privately criticized their ever growing glutinous behaviors. Aaron was still no where near as fat as either Bob or Tammy, but the former athlete had slowly eaten himself into a rotund businessman. He wasn't just hefty either, years behind the desk and eating whatever he wanted, left him at least a two hundred pounds heavier than his former svelte self.

When Tammy first met Aaron, she hated him. She hated everything about him, from his pathetic and scrawny body to vegan diet. He was just as obnoxious as her sister Bonnie. A match made in hell. "Aarogant Aaron" as she used to call him was a wretch that she hated with every inch of her enormous waist. He used to poke fun of she and Bob's revealing outfits and he even literally poked the two of them at a Xmas party, drunkenly proclaiming, "Look it's Mr. and Mrs. Claus. But then something happened. Instead of making fun of their over 400 lb weight gain and gluttony, Aaron seemed to have magically changed over night. In fact, he joined them. One day, just out of the blue, he quit going to the gym for good and started dining in and out with Tammy and Bob on a regular basis.

It wasn't long before Aaron's physical and mental metamorphoses were became apparent. Aaron packed on almost 30lbs in his first ywar of hanging out with Tammy and Bob. The couple's distaste for Skinny Little Aaron was almost instantly replaced by a growing infatuation over the New Aaron.

A typical day's "unexpected visit" consisted of Tammy and Bob insisting that since they were in town that they should all grab a "small bite to eat", actually taking him out to buffets and getting him too sated with food and wine to return to the office. Tammy and Bob kept up the conversations all the while ordering second and third appetizers and main courses, not to mention multiple desserts. That meant the couple driving the stuffed Aaron back home, usually asleep in a food coma, to be yelled at by his ever more critical and cranky wife.

Bonnie hated Tammy and was suspicious of her every move. She had every right to be as Tammy seized upon the opportunity to ruin her perfect little sister's perfect little husband and possibly her perfect little life. Bonnie would have divorced him years ago, but she'd insisted on an airtight prenuptial agreement to protect her assets. But now that Aaron's wealth had greatly surpassed her meager family's endowment, that prenupt, would put her in the poor house. It was so fool proof that even if he cheated, she still only walked away with what she brought to the table. She now hated her decision, but who could have forseen Aaron's enormous growth in fat or wealth?

On the other hand, Tammy was far from disgusted. Tammy and Bob loved watching Aarons shirts strain against the growing softness below. At first it was only 15 lbs or so, but all of "Aarogant Aarons" clothes soon became tailored to the skin. And then he, outgrew them, and the next set and the next set, and so on. Aaron was grewing from athletic, to chubby, to what he was today, obese, jiggly and pathetically out of shape. Tammy wanted Aaron. She'd imagined him completely naked, fat and desiring her. She'd imagined it for almost ten years