Ty lay down on his bed and wished that his foster parents would go to bed right now, and sleep soundly until their alarm clock buzzed in the morning.
"Honey," Mark yawned as he stood up in the middle of the exciting football game that had been holding his rapt attention. "I'm going to lie down for a bit."
"But Mark, it's not even 8 o'clock," his wife said with a yawn.
Mark stumbled up the stairs falling twice. His wife followed him. He lay across the bed fully clothed snoring. She reached for a blanket to cover him, but yawned and fell asleep next to him.
Ty sat up in bed and wished he could see through the wall to make sure his foster parents were asleep. He blinked. He stared through the wall into the bathroom, Dustin was making weird poses in front of the bathroom mirror, as he examined his new younger body. Beyond the bathroom wall, Ty could see Dustin's messy room with posters of hot young half clad women. It was like all the walls were made of glass. Ty's foster parents lay zonked out in their bedroom. Ty smiled. It worked.
He turned his attention to Dustin was pulling on his cock as if stretching it would make it longer. Ty snickered as an idea formed.
"What the -?" Dustin gasped as his cock stretched out in front of him like Silly Putty. It dangled in front of him a stretched thin rubbery string about 2 feet long.
He let go hoping it would snap back, but it just dropped and swung between his legs. His eyes welled up with tears, and his face looked like he was going to cry. He didn't know Ty was watching him through the solid wall.
"Aw, Dustin," Ty sighed softly, and snapped his finger.
Dustin's cock sprung back into place it was still a 13 year old cock.
Tentatively, he pulled on it again. It stretched out a foot and snapped back. He pulled on the skin on the back of his hand, it stretched too. He reached his arm toward the towel across the bathroom hanging on the back of the door. It stretched like Mr. Fantastic's from the comic books.
Ty raised an eyebrow. Well, he hadn't expected that, but his wish hadn't been that specific. Hm, it might be fun to be stretchy too.
He watched Dustin's antics as he tried make himself look like he was 16 again by stretching his body. His broad shoulders resulted in a ridiculously narrow midsection.
He wished Dustin would go to sleep too.
Dustin's face contorted as he fell asleep in mid stretch. His body draped across the sink, and his neck stretched until his sleeping head hit the tile floor. Ty smiled. He wished the TV and lights off, and the house locked up, and went to bed. Tomorrow would be a big day. He stretched his elasticized arm out to his alarm clock, and set his alarm for 6 AM.
He closed his eyes and smiled. He went to sleep.