Still clutching his crotch and accompanied by a couple other burly jocks, the clumsy frisbee player returns.
"Excuse me, did you find any keys around here?"
You look up at his tiny damp crotch, and surpress a snicker. He will definitely have to buy baggier clothing, you think. You notice his eyes are lingering on the bulge in your jeans. You feel horny, and decide to wish that the three jocks were cocksuckers, but before you can say anything, the jock speaks.
"Man I wish my cock was half the size of yours," he whispers, and blushes as he realizes he said it aloud.
Instantly, the cock in your jeans shrinks to 2 inches. After all it is his cock, and he's got your 4 inch one.
You move quickly, hoping they won't notice, and say "I wish yours was 10 inches long, and so was mine." Now you both have 10 inchers, this time the other jocks notice.
"Say, I wish I had a 12 inch cock," says James on the left. And it grows to 12 inches.
"Cool," says the jock on the right, Sven. "I wish my cock was a foot too. Ow!"
You all gasp as the outline of five toes, and a foot press outward against his cargo shorts.
"You asked for a foot, haha!" laughs James falling backwards on the grass.
You are alarmed that so many people can make wishes, so you say, "I wish you were my obedient slaves and will wish for nothing without my approval.
"YES, MASTER," they answered in unison. The laughter stopped. They stared like zombies into the air.
You grin at their vacant states. The foot growing out of Sven's crotch is disturbing. So you say, "I wish you didn't have that between your legs." Instantly, Sven is a cockless wonder. There is a small bulge indicating he still has his balls.
You grin, and say, "I wish you were big muscular, eunuch slaves like in the Arabian Nights, and were dressed accordingly. Oh, and I wish that the fact that you are my eunuch slaves is perfectly normal as far as anyone is concerned."
The world shimmers. The jocks are now dressed in skimpy loin clothes which reveal no bulges at all now. Each jock is now shirtless and is growing taller and more muscular. They are each dressed in tiny red vests, and have gold slave collars and arm and ankle bands.
"Dude, you are the luckiest," says your friend Wayne walking across the grass, "I mean the moment they reintroduce slavery to releave prison crowding, you win those three eunuch studs in the state lottery. Talk about a deterrent to date rape," he looks at their crotches and shakes his head.
Instantly, you know that these guys were convicted of a gang date rape, and castrated and sold into life time slavery as their punishment. To promote slavery, the state had offered them as a prize along with other slaves in the state Lottery. Your numbers had matched.
Just then there is a scuffle across the lawn, police officers with tasers wrestle your school principal to the ground. He's shouting, "I was going to pick it up, I just missed the trash can."
The bigger cop says, "Resisting arrest might get your enslavement increased to a life term. Come along quietly, litterer!"
Your wish made littering a crime that could result in enslavement for life, and turned these innocent jocks into rapists, and now eunuchs. You pause to consider the ramifications.