The sun streamed through the curtains, signaling the arrival of a new day. Isaiah woke up after a peaceful night's sleep in his father's room, having insisted that Eric switch rooms as he now saw himself as the adult in the house. Stretching his muscular limbs, he couldn't help but revel in the power and confidence his transformation had granted him.
As Isaiah and Eric sat down for breakfast, the atmosphere was tense. Isaiah spoke with enthusiasm about his plans for the day, trying to decide between hitting the gym to further test his newfound strength or going to the pool to showcase his muscles.
"I mean, Dad," Isaiah said, his voice filled with excitement, "I've been waiting for this my whole life. Now that I have these incredible muscles, I want to make the most of them. Should I go pump some iron at the gym or head to the pool to turn some heads?"
Eric, still annoyed by the whole situation and the way Isaiah had reveled in his newfound power, remained silent, his frustration simmering beneath the surface. He struggled to find common ground with his son, longing for the days when they would bond over shared activities and experiences.
Just as the tension in the room seemed palpable, a knock at the door interrupted their silent standoff. Isaiah and Eric exchanged curious glances, wondering who could be visiting at this early hour.
Isaiah rose from his seat, a confident swagger in his step, and made his way to the door.
Isaiah opened the door to reveal Eric's gym buddy and workout partner, Ryan, a tall and muscular blonde with piercing blue eyes. Ryan's face registered surprise as he scanned the unfamiliar figure standing before him, not recognizing Isaiah in his transformed state.
"Hey, is Eric around?" Ryan asked, his brows furrowing in confusion.
Before Isaiah could respond, Eric burst into the room, his face red with anger. "Ryan, you won't believe what Isaiah has done," Eric shouted, his voice filled with frustration and betrayal.
Ryan's gaze shifted between Eric and Isaiah, his eyes widening as he took in the dramatic changes that had occurred. He stared at Isaiah's bulging muscles, his jaw dropping in disbelief.
"Isaiah? Is that really you?" Ryan asked, his voice laced with shock. "What on earth happened to you? You look completely different!"
Isaiah smirked, basking in the attention and the astonishment his transformation had garnered. "Yeah, Ryan, it's me," Isaiah replied with a touch of arrogance. "I decided to make a change, and now I'm the one with the muscles."
Ryan's shock quickly gave way to concern as he listened to Eric's accusations. He turned his attention to Isaiah, his expression serious. "Look, I understand the desire to get big, to transform your body," Ryan began, his voice filled with a mix of understanding and disapproval. "But what you did to Eric, turning him into a child... that was wrong. You need to fix this, turn him back."
Isaiah's smug smirk remained firmly planted on his face as he held the wishing coin in his hand, reveling in the power it granted him. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he turned his attention to Ryan, his father's former gym buddy.
"You want a buddy so bad, Ryan?" Isaiah taunted, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Well, let's grant your wish."
Without a second thought, Isaiah made his wish, the words barely escaping his lips. In an instant, the room seemed to tremble with unseen forces as the consequences of his decision unfolded.
Ryan's expression shifted from shock to confusion as a strange sensation washed over him. He clutched his chest, feeling a surge of unfamiliar energy course through his veins. His muscles, once bulging and defined, began to shrink and deflate before his very eyes.
The transformation was gradual but undeniable. Ryan's biceps, once solid and powerful, lost their size and definition, becoming smaller and less prominent. His chest, which had once been broad and muscular, now appeared flatter and less developed. The lines of his abs softened, his once chiseled stomach now looking more like that of a boy.
As the minutes ticked by, Ryan's transformation continued. He grew shorter, inch by inch, until he stood before them as a boy in oversized workout gear. The muscles that had defined him as a man had diminished, leaving him with a childlike physique.
Both Eric and Ryan were shocked by the turn of events, their faces reflecting a mix of disbelief and confusion. The realization of what Isaiah had done, the reversal of roles, and the impact it had on Ryan weighed heavily in the room.
Isaiah, now towering over both Eric and Ryan in height, could not contain his mockery. He looked down at the oversized clothes on Ryan and chuckled. "I never knew you were so small when you were younger, Ryan," he taunted, his voice dripping with arrogance. "But I guess that's how things go when you mess with the wishing coin."
Ryan's face displayed a mix of frustration and resignation. He was trapped in a situation he had never anticipated, his once powerful physique stripped away.