Lyle kisses the ring. Even seeing his lips touch something makes your heart soar, and you hate it. You want it to go away, but you can't. You close your eyes and try to think of Travis. You try to picture him in your head, but his image is fading away quickly. You can't remember his voice, you can't remember his hair, even his name starts to slip away. Tony? Trevor? Did you ever even meet him?
Suddenly, you feel a massive jolt throughout your body. A little cry comes out of your mouth, but you quickly bite your lips shut. You open your eyes and feel massively dizzy. You try to lean against the sink for balance. Your hand misses and you bang your elbow against the sink. Another jolt surges through your body and you whimper a bit. You try to look down at Lyle, but all you see is his stomach. Lyle is looking down at you, smirking.
"What the--"
You look over at the mirror. Lyle is now a fair bit taller than you. And as you look around the room, you realize it's not just that he's taller. You're shorter. Lyle wraps his arms around your shoulders, gets behind you, and stares at the new height difference in the mirror.
"I figured that if I'm gonna be in charge of this relationship, I might as well look like I'm in charge, too."
You try to turn your head and look at him in the eyes, but Lyle grabs your chin and pushes your head back toward the mirror. His grip hurts, even though it looks like he isn't even pinching you. Lyle must now be your old height of 5'8", which means that you are now a shrimpy 5'4". While you felt on the shorter end back when you were 5'8", seeing Lyle looking down at you suddenly made you feel like absolutely nothing and like he's a giant. Your breathing gets heavier as you look around the room. You don't take up as much room on the mirror anymore. The sink now only goes up to your belly button. The towels hanging over the shower look just out of reach.
Lyle chuckles. He walks out of the bathroom and heads back toward his room. There's an intense spring in his step that you had never seen. He seems to have taken to his new height like a duck to water, but you can't help but waddle. As you head back to his--no, YOUR--room, you trip over your own feet and bump into every single corner and wall. What else did he take? Your coordination? Did he make you a lot more sensitive? Either way, you were in pain from basically anything that touched you.
"Isn't this great?" said Lyle. "I'm so big now! My acne's gone, my dick's huge, and I feel amazing!" Lyle ripped his shirt off the second we got back to our room. He flexed his non-muscles. The sight of his emaciated rib cage would have once disgusted you, but seeing him there suddenly makes you so intensely turned on that you also need to rip your shirt off. Before you can reach toward Lyle, though, he grabs your hand. Butterflies flutter in your stomach.
"Alright, sweetie," he says, which both repulses you and makes you imagine church bells ringing. "I need you to do me a favor. See this?" He points to his arm, which is just as scrawny as it was that morning. "I need you to, like, BOOM," and he flexed his bicep, then moved his hand way, way above it. "Like, I wanna be jacked. You can do that, right? Come on."
Lyle removes the ring. For a second, you think it's your chance to take it back forever. Turn yourself back to normal. But before he puts the ring around your finger, he grabs your nipple. You let out the loudest, most embarrassing moan you had ever screamed. It felt so, so good.
"You gotta promise to use your wish to make me hotter. Got it?" And he tweaked it even harder. My dick pressed hard against my underwear, even if there wasn't much down there anymore. "Otherwise, I won't be too happy. We might have to break up." He leaned in close to me. So close, I could feel his breathing against my ear. "And you wouldn't want that, now, would you?"
"N-no," I whimpered.
Lyle gave me the ring. I trembled as I looked up at him, then kissed the ring.