Andrew decided he would wish for what every horny guy his age wanted.
"Now lets see, I get one wish huh? Well I wish I had a 10 inch dick!" he said "Let's see you make that wish come true."
No sooner had he finished speaking, he began to feel a warm stirring inside of his pants. As he stared down, his mouth fell open in enthusiastic surprise as his prepubescent manhood began to swell. By the time the wish had been completed the young boy was sporting an obscene bulge in the tight crotch of his cargo pants.
"Holy Cow, It actually works!!" he almost screamed.
He let out his new endowment and it was still soft. Andrew was at the age where he had begun getting his first erections, but with a monster of this size it would take a little longer before he was going to be able to get it completely hard. He could only wonder what 10 inches soft would look like hard. Once he released his member from his strained briefs, it almost reached his knee. Andrew really had no idea how ridiculous he looked as a young twelve-year-old boy sporting such a huge package on his otherwise juvenile frame; he was just overjoyed that he was able to get his wish.
The back room was still deserted, so there was no one around in the area to show himself off to, or anybody he trusted to share his new find with, so as he stuffed himself back into his pants, he was all ready for his next wish.
Again, Andrew slid the quarter right into the magician’s mouth, and another card was delivered granting him another wish. Andrew knew what he wanted this time. Nothing big, he just needed someone around who he could share his enthusiasm about the machine and it's capabilities with and maybe do a little experimenting too.
"I wish my brother Bruce was here to see me now" Andrew said.
Not two seconds later Andrews’ older brother Bruce came and joined him in the back room. Bruce was eighteen and every bit the Abercrombie and Fitch model type. A total stud. Bruce was getting ready to graduate high school with honors this spring, and was a star on both the swim team and the track team. Andrew loved his brother but was always a bit jealous of his great looks and abilities. After all Andrew was just this awkward prepubescent kid, and let's face it, good old Bruce could do no wrong.
"What's up bro, pretty neat Arcade huh? What are...” Bruce stopped in mid sentence when he got a glimpse of his younger brother's immense bulging crotch. "What the hell are you stuffing down your pants you little freak, and why?" Bruce finally asked a bit perplexed.
"What if I told you that this is all me in here and that I just found myself a wishing machine?" Andrew asked.