“Can you give me a fourth arm?” Eric asked.
“Can you make me a supermodel?” Pat asked louder.
“Charlie, make all your furniture men!” Landon said incessantly.
“Well?!” David said eyes wide.
As Charlie’s friends buzzed around with ideas, they began to annoy Charlie.
“I want you guys to just go sit on the couch and fall asleep,” Charlie said waving his hand.
The boys suddenly stood up, but not by their own doing. It was very unnatural and they all looked a bit shocked about it.
“Now hold on Charlie,” Landon said.
“We’ll stop tal-” David went to say, but when his butt hit the couch he immediately closed his eyes and drifted off. The other three boys did the same.
Charlie sighed as he stood up. He stared at his friends sleeping still on the man couch.
“Make the couch normal,” he said waving his hand and it was so. David let out a grunt. Charlie couldn’t have them waking up too soon.
“None of them will wake up until I tell them to,” Charlie said waving his hand. Not much changed but Charlie slapped David as hard as he could.
Nothing. Charlie was in the clear. He heard a creak from upstairs.
“No one will bother us until they’ve woken up,” he said with a swoosh if he hand.
Without any distractions, Charlie placed a chair in front of his friends to study them.
“All of you will not have shirts on,” Charlie said waving his hand. Despite his friends being asleep, they maneuvered their t-shirts off of themselves where they simply fell onto each other. Charlie removed them and set them in a pile. This was good.
“The four of you have never worn anything aside from extremely tight jockstraps in your life,” Charlie said curiously.
The four friends removed their various pants as well as their socks. Any style of underwear they wore tightened and molded into jockstraps.
“You all have always been muscular, ideal jock bodies despite you aren't jocks in mind” Charlie continued.
Each boy inflated (David was a bit overweight and deflated) into extremely toned bodies. They boys were in middle school but they looked like junior bodybuilders. Any baby fat disappeared as eight packs sprouted underneath large pecs. Even Eric’s three arms all grew rock hard biceps. Charlie waved away Eric’s third arm, it was getting in the way.
“The five of us are roommates despite we weren't in college,” Charlie said. Charlie heard something from his bedroom. He stood up and checked to see that unfortunately while his room had gotten no bigger, the bed had. It was huge, and apparently to save money they shared a big bed for all of them. The wall was filled with dressers now. Charlie looked inside of them and most only contained jockstraps with his friends' names written on the straps. He returned to his chair after shutting his door.
“The four of you are entirely unaffected by temperature and are always comfortable no matter how hot or cold it is. The soles of your feet are extremely hard so it doesn’t hurt to walk on hard surfaces,” Charlie added. He couldn’t have them freezing to death if they were to wear nothing but jockstraps. And he couldn’t have them tiptoeing around without shoes.
As he watched at the almost naked muscled preteens sleeping in the now small couch, Charlie got a new idea. Looking at those bodies was impressive but it didn't seem too natural for kids to have muscles that big, maybe if they are a little bit older. “You will become 18 years old.” Charlie smiled as he watched his friends getting taller. Their arms and legs elongating as well as their hands and feet. They still have ripped muscles but it look way more better on their post puberty bodies.
All of a sudden, Charlie got a whiff of something awful. His friends turned brothers were rank, as if they had worked out but hadn’t showered. At first he thought of getting rid of that but he got another idea instead. “The four of you are perpetually ashamed of your jock condition, you continously try to demonstrate that you're not jocks but your bodies are always against your desires. You sweat a lot and always have body odor coming from your armpits, crotches and feet,” Charlie said covering his nose, he would have to get used to it.
And there they sat, sleeping on top of each other. Four jockish guys in tight jockstraps snoring.
“You will all wake up and we will play video games again. None of you will remember that I have this power and everyone including you four will think that you have always been this way. Your mental age will stay the same as before the changes. Despite of frequent stares from people, no one will have a problem with you wearing nothing but jockstraps. In the future, no one will notice my hand lighting up or the changes I make because of it unless I specify,” Charlie said. He waved his hand and the four ripped young men stood up and like robots returned to their original gaming positions.
They picked up their controllers simultaneously and all of a sudden acted like normal.
“Eric,” Pat said. His voice was much deeper and he was shaking his head. “Don’t do this to me Eric. We were supposed to be on the same team. ERIC!!”
The boys laughed, Charlie a bit more nervously than usual. And so the night continued as the moon came up through the window.