Jesse raced to the trash can, disregarding her rapidly ageing husband as she did. She immediately reached in and rummaged around, eventually landing her fingers on the metallic coin she’d previously thrown in there,
“I can’t believe it’s actually real!!” She cried, holding the coin tightly to her chest, “this means that… that you’re a millionaire! We’re never gonna have to work another day in our lives!” She shouted with glee, forgetting all of her troubles knowing they’ll all be resolved with this simple little trinket.
Interrupting her moment, Mark quietly stated, “J-Jesse… please stop my ageing!” He tried to yell, but his frail voice quietly echoing from his shrivelled mouth. He was easily somewhere around 80 years old, and considering how he’d treated his body towards his middle-age, he didn’t look too great,
“Sorry Mark, I wish you would stop ageing,” Jesse stated. Mark felt his body stop changing at the rapid pace, but looking at his shaky wrinkled hands, he couldnt help but ask,
“C-could you fix me… I can hardly hold myself up,” he groaned,
“Right! I wish Mark was back to… wait…” she stopped for a moment, “I wish Mark becomes twenty-five years old!”
Mark felt his body changing once more, but it was different. Instead of the life being drained from himself, he felt energy returning, his skin tightening as he rapidly regained his youth. After just a few seconds he was back to his original forty-two year old self, and getting younger,
“My hair!” He said with delight as his receding hairline gained more and more strands. The colour returned to it, not a single grey hair in sight. Before long, his whole body was back to how it looked when he was exactly twenty-five years old,
“My god…” Jesse said, admiring her husbands youthful body and face, “you’ve lost so much weight…” she remarked,
“It feels so incredible. I feel like I’m still in college!”
“Where we both met…” she stated, “but…”
“But what?”
“Your belly, it’s…” she said, approaching her husband and lifting his baggy shirt up to reveal his very minor beer belly, “so small…”
“Isn’t that better?” He asked,
“Of course not!” She said with shock, “I’ve always told you I loved your belly!”
“I thought you were being nice!?” Mark said with genuine surprise in his voice,
“Of course not!” Jesse said, then saying, “I wish Mark was back to his original age, but with a bigger beer belly!”
“I can’t believe you were telling the—” he stuttered, “whoah!” He said, feeling his body changing again. Once again he was growing older, his hairline receding and his hair greying, more and more wrinkles appearing as his lost weight returned, this time even more. As he grew, he began to fit his loose shirt more. Before long, he was around 40 years old, and his belly was straining his shirt beyond what it did originally. His belly poked out underneath the shirt, so obviously that some may mistake him for someone pregnant!
“S-so hot…” Jesse said, immediately grabbing Mark’s belly with her hands, playing with it, “why did I never ask you to put on more weight!” She exclaimed to herself.
Before she could notice, Mark quickly swiped the coin out of her hand, then he stood up and stepped backwards, wobbling as he adjusted to his new weight,
“Jesse. I think we need to realise something,” he said,
“What,” she asked, grumpy she had her bubbly belly taken away from her,
“We have all the power in the world. I’m now a millionaire!” He stated, Jesse nodding as she remembered, “we can have anything we want!”
“So what do you want?” She asked,
Mark began smirking widely. Jesse smirked back.
They both knew exactly what they wanted. And they were gonna have it!