"Hmm..." Ty said. "You actually drew a few more than me. Might as well match you, Dustin."
Dustin had originally done seven cards, then had done a couple more, and had his body to set up to keep growing afterwards. Ty decided to do the same.
He turned over one. The King of Spades. At once, his already enormous cock rocketed out, painfully ripping his jeans. Though not as tall, he was nearly as hung as Dustin.
Two more, then four for the future.
Ty flipped the next card. The King of Hearts. His muscles inflated insanely, making him feel like he'd been through a month at the gym in one second. With his skin so taught now, the hair stood out nearly on end.
One more card, the three of clubs. Ty watched as his already impossible hair filled in its last spaces. The small of his back and some spots on his sides grew as thick as the hair on his chest, except that became even more impossibly thick and longer.
He flipped over a card as omen, for what would happen to him when he was sixteen. Two of spades. Just a couple more inches for his huge dick. Not a huge change, especially with the size of it already.
For when he was seventeen? He flipped the card. Eight of hearts. Wow, his muscles would really bulk up.
When he was eighteen? Nine of spades. Ty looked at his dick. Good lord, it would nearly be dragging the ground by then.
When he was nineteen? Ty flipped another card, the jack of hearts. Damn, would he get muscles.
He mused. Dustin had looked forward all the way to twenty. Might as well do the same.
He flipped a card. The King of Diamonds. Another ten inches of height. Still not as tall as Dustin, but he'd be catching up.
Ty wished they were both twenty right now, and felt himself growing even more as he got older, as did Dustin, though Dustin stayed at a constant height above him, except that now he was ducking even more for the ceiling.
"Funny," Dustin rumbled, "like I said, both of us being the same age and so hyper-masculine and all. Must be the same horoscope."
"Yeah," said Ty. "Let's draw one last card each for our twenty first birthdays."
Ty did, looking at the ace of hearts. He opted for a ton of muscle, feeling it fill him out until he was even more built than Dustin, but watched as Dustin turned over his own twenty-first birthday present: the four of hearts. He got a little more muscle on his giant frame.
Ty was used to being the younger brother, however. "Draw one more," he told Dustin, and watched Dustin age to twenty-two as he turned over the three of hearts and gained just a bit more muscle.
Ty grinned, wishing that Dustin would realize this change when he woke up tomorrow morning.