The next morning, Wes woke up and yawned. It had been a long night at the fair; he and Bryan hadn’t left until 1 a.m. Plus, it was warm under the covers.
But today was a school day, so Wes reluctantly climbed out of bed. He rubbed his eyes as he headed to the bathroom to shower.
He took a look at himself in the mirror. Did he look...a little less overweight? Well, he’d always been stocky but with some significant padding. But now...his gut seemed firmer than normal. Maybe even slightly deflated.
Wes looked at his chest too. His moobs looked less saggy and...ever so slightly more like actual pecs.
He stepped on the bathroom scale. Yesterday it had read 190, today it read 180! Something was definitely wrong!
Bryan, meanwhile, was just climbing out of the shower himself at his own home. He heard his phone ring and hastily tied a towel around his waist to go get it.
He picked up to hear Wes on the other end, hyperventilating.
“Bryan, I lost 10 pounds overnight! And I look less fat and more built! I think it was that wish! Has anything happened to you?”
Bryan ran back to the bathroom and looked at himself. Since he couldn’t see well without his contacts, he jumped on the scale and bent down to read it. Yesterday he weighed 125 pounds. Now...
“Dude, I think you’re right! I weigh 150 now! And I think I’m a couple inches taller!” Bryan cried out.
He kept looking, increasingly delighted. “Wes, I have a chest! And I have a 6-pack! Can you believe it, a goddamn 6-pack! Even my arms and legs are bigger! Wait til Ross sees us now!”
“See you at school, dude,” Wes said, calming down now.
Bryan put on a pair of jeans which now clung to his legs and new bubble butt, and a white Under Armour shirt that really showed off his pecs and arms, and he walked out of his room, whistling happily.
Little did he know that his younger brother Bobby had heard everything through their shared bedroom wall...
And he had wishes of his own.