"I know just what we're going to do to shake things up a bit, so listen carefully. Be quiet now, both of you," you say to the two statues before they can protest. A smirk forms on your lips and you feel your shrunken cock stir. "You know, Liam, it wasn't very nice to make fun of Walker's dick," you say, addressing the thick wrestling jock, "especially since it's attached to me for the time being. I don't think Walker would have gotten mad at you if you had been a little nicer. So, you're going to make it up to us." You turn to your cousin. "Walker, take a seat and enjoy the show. Your rickety old bones need the rest anyways, I bet." A mix of relief and disgust cross his face -- he has enough sense to know that things could be a lot worse for him.
Liam, on the other hand, has no idea exactly what it is the ring can do. But you're about to show him. You strip down to your boxers, exposing your disappointingly average body to Liam and Walker. It's not going to be average for long, though. "Liam, look at my body. Look at how muscular I am. Or I guess I should say, how LACKING in muscles I am. You have to concentrate on what my small muscles look like, and then kiss the ring I just slid onto your finger." A barely discernible bulge is tenting the front of your cotton boxers. You're too excited to care about it's size, though.
Liam stares at your body while slowly bringing the ring towards his lips. He can't resist your orders, but he's trying to go as slowly as humanly possible. "No one's going to burst through the door and help you, Liam. Now hurry up and kiss that ring." The ex-wrestler brings his plump pink lips up to the ring and kisses it nervously. A pulse of energy shoots through the room and Liam shrinks instantaneously. And of course, that means you get bigger. "Get your clothes off, Liam," you instruct in a cocksure voice. You'll want to compare, you think, shifting your attention to your own body.
Densely packed muscles cover your body. Your arms are so defined that you can see every muscle, and you flex a little, watching the powerful tendons tense and shift. Your shoulders are the size of grapefruits, and look like pauldrons on your frame. Your chest forms a shapely pillar, a bulk of contoured flesh that looks like it was sculpted by the gods. You even have that V-shape thing, you notice with excitement! Your body fat is still the same, though - your paunchy tummy is covering powerful abs, and your pectorals and butt are a little on the puffy side. But it's a small detail -- no one could call you anything but muscular. (Well, unless they wanted to call you a hunk or a jock instead.)
You turn to Liam, who has just finished undressing. He stripped nude, leaving you feeling overdressed in just your boxers. Not that you mind of course -- it's just a surprise to see your crush in all his glory like this. Well, former glory, that is. The 19-year old is so thin it borders on shocking. You suppose he was keeping his body fat low and muscle high to stay in a certain weight group, but what that means now is he's practically skin and bones. He has as much muscle as you did a minute ago, but that's not saying much. His chest is almost flat, ribs jutting and a shallow ab-like series of bumps clearly visible on his flat belly. The change to the teen, who was already short, is staggering. He looks totally weak. You notice the second change suddenly. Liam's strong, square jaw is gone, replaced by a rounded, plain one. You feel your own face and smile -- a big, lantern-like jaw meets your hand. You probably would look silly if not for all your added muscle, but you're sure the addition to your face only makes your new body look more manly.
Liam's tool is shockingly thick, though, a strange contrast to his twig-thin body. "Get yourself hard," you instruct, curious to see its full length. Liam doesn't take too long despite the sour, mixed-up expression on his face. The jutting rod is 7 thick inches. It looks like another limb on the shrunken jock. You notice your cousin has a hand jammed into his pants with a horrified look on his face. Oops. You must have got him too with that last command. "You can stop that, Walker." You turn away from your relieved cousin and towards Liam. A bit of black hair dusts his chest and collects in little curls. You walk around to see him from the back and notice Liam's tight little butt is dusted in black hairs too. Your 3-incher pulses in anticipation at the sight, although it reminds you that topping is going to be an unsatisfying experience for the time being.
"Okay," you say, getting bored of standing around, wanting to test the limits of your new body. "You and me, Liam, we're going to have a little contest. We'll see who can do more push ups. The loser has to..."