Jamie was excited. "So, you can make any part of me grow? Taller? Bigger dick, bigger muscles, everything?"
"Sure," Peter said, winking to Allen. "But we wizards have to have some rules. We can't just give everything away for free, you know. You have to do something to encourage human accomplishment, you know. I'm allowed to give you a free sample, like making you 6'7", but that's just so you'll believe me. The next bit...well, you have to have something to strive for."
"What are you thinking?" Allen asked Peter.
"A contest," Peter said, "or really a tournament. Make it so that everyone who enters will get an inch taller, plus ten pounds of muscle, and oh, say, an inch to their manhood."
"What if there are girls in the tournament?" Allen asked.
Peter thought. "Well, they'll add an inch to their bustline instead. And you'll get to decide when you get it what you want, so if you want all height and no muscle, you can have that, but once it's set, that's what it is. Except for dick size and bust line, which are interchangeable. But it won't all be a free giveaway. Everyone gets their prize when they win a game, but if they lose a game, they lose everything they've gained to the winner of that game."
"What if there's a stalemate?" asked Jamie.
"Then they're both out of the tournament, but they keep what they've gained."
Jamie paused, calculating. "That's a lot of growth."
"Yep," said Peter. "You get to organize the tournament, and you get to play in it too.
"The more who play, the more there'll be to win, but the more there'll be to lose," Allen pointed out.
Peter added, "It'll be a magic contest too, so no one will be allowed to concede or throw a match."
"How will I get people to believe me?" asked Jamie.
"Well," said Peter, "everyone who signs up will immediately get their stakes as advance, whichever form they want. There will be enough people who believe after seeing it happen."
Jamie nodded and grabbed a piece of binder paper, writing at the top: JAMIE'S MAGIC CHESS TOURNAMENT and then added some numbers below it, signing his name in the first slot. Immediately he grew to 6'8" and bulked up as he gained ten pounds of muscle and an extra inch in his crotch. He smiled. "Wanna sign up?"
Peter grinned. "Sure," he said, adding his name and he then grew three inches taller. Allen did added his name as well, gaining ten pounds of muscle and a satisfied grin.
"Cool!" said Jamie, running off to sign up most of the chess team, then went off sign up more players. Once news of the magic spread, there were all sorts of people signed up who wouldn't normally be interested in chess: basketball players sporting extra height, cheerleaders with expanded bustlines, football jocks and metal heads with bigger muscles and larger cup sizes, as well as a couple short still relatively flat-chested girls from the drama department with dreams of being supermodels. Jamie capped the tournament at 32, figuring that a couple stalemates would keep the prize of the final winner down to liveable proportions.
Jamie then tallied what was up as the prize. Height and sexiness had won out over muscle: There was 40 inches of height to be gained and 210 pounds of muscle, which meant that there were 35 inches of dick length/bustline in the tournament as well.
Unless there were several stalemates, someone was going to end up as a freak.