He hadn't exactly thought of the wish he was going to make, but a thought spread into his mind. A fantasy he had always had for inexplicable reasons. He had this perfect thought of the perfect girl: a 5 foot 5 inch tall 18 year old Latino girl with flowing black hair and killer curves. Her breasts would be somewhere around GG cups, her waist at 30 inches, her hips as an even 40 inches, a huge round butt, thick thichs, slenger arms and legs, and a cute but sexy face with a natural makeup look to it, She would have the mindset of a young teen girl, making out and having sex with her boyfriend at any chance she could. Tim imagined her in a light pink crop top exposing her perfect belly and a pair of denim shorts. As the chocolate melted down his throat, he softly muttered the phrase: "I wish I had my dream girlfriend."
The warm chocolate turned blisteringly hot, almost scalding his throat. it felt as if someone had mixed hot coffe and lava together and added sandpaper as flavoring. He almost spit the chocolate out then and there. then, as suddenly as it began, it stopped, and his mouth returned to it's normal temperature. the taste of chocolate was gone from his mouth, and it seemed as if he had never even eaten it. he could only assume he had made his wish. His mind was flooded with new memories of Harli,, the sexy latino dream girl he had fantasized about. He could have vivid memories of their dates, their kisses, their sex. He had one memory of him losing his virginity to her. Pretty soon, his mind was overpowered by his lust. All he could think about was him running straight home and just plowing her. He then noticed an unintended side effect of the chocolate.
He wanted Harli to be his girlfriend, but it was weird for a girl to have a boyfriend five years younger than her. So the chocolates had turned him into an 18 yer old as well.
Tim ducked into a conveniently close mirror store and saw what had happened to him. His puny 13 year old body was gone, and he now had the body of an 18 year old jock. His finely sculpted muscles strained his new shirt. His face was strong and square with a thick stubble. His package was bulging out against his pants. He was sweaty and slobbering like something he had seen in a horror movie, some kind of monster. He didn't get to look long as another wave of lust washed over him. He wanted to reach into his pants right now and relieve himself, but something stopped him: the thought of Harli and her super sexy body. He recalls calling her a greek goddess at one point a while ago, but now would use the much simpler phrase: "You're sexy".
Tim dashed all the way home, which was easier due to his jock body and strong legs.
Harli herself had been preparing for Tim's arrival, but not in the same way. She was a creation of the magic of the chocolate, and therefore was bound to the wisher until the day they died. Harli was forced to act like the slutty sex freak that Tim had made her in company of others, but when she was by herself, which was very rare, she openly wept, knowing she wasn't going to be free or saved. Nevertheless, she was bound for eternity, so she might as well enjoy it. Daily sex wasn't as bad as it would seem. She finished crying and picked out a crop top that hung tightly to her chest.