"I wish for Mark to gain 75 pounds of fat." Ty peeked around the corner and waited for Mark to become a 250ibs fat man. Sure enough, Mark was fidgeting with his belt and looking very confused with himself. Before his shirt could get any tighter he ran to the bathroom... Ty considered calling him back, but the return of his raging boner reminded him of all the other stuff he could do with his powers. A large hand firmly gripped the shaft tenting his boxer shorts.
"Ty?! Is that you?" Ty turned to see Dustin at the top of the stairs looking 13 (Ty smiled to himself) and mildly outraged. "I knew you did this to me! I'm telling dad!"
"You must have banged your head. You're 13, and I'm 17, remember? The older brother." Ty willed away his erection again and grinned up at Dustin, who sat at the top of the stairs with his head in his hands.
"You don't look 17" he said lamely, a vacant expression on his face. Ty thought he saw the beginnings of drool.
"Oh shit... are you that easy to break?" Ty asked impatiently. He wished for Dustin to think that was the way things always were, and for Mark to have always thought he was a fat bastard. The glazed expression left Dustin's face and he stood up. "You alright kid? You got dizzy at the top of the stairs."
"I think I'm ok..." Dustin still looked confused. "I shouldn't get up so fast." He took it easy down the stairs. I'll deal with him later, Ty thought to himself. He wasn't done with him yet. With himself, on the other hand... he had the body of a 20 year old and everyone thought he was 17.
"I wish I was actually 16, and still this size. And that people knew that" he said quietly. He didn't feel anything, other than an awareness that he was 4 years younger if still as large. That was when he had an idea. "I wish for Dustin to know what's going on but to not go mental over it or anything. And that him and Mark would have breakfast at the table." He heard clattering, and sure enough Mark and Dustin were sat at the table.
"Breakfast, Ty!" Mark hollered, his tight shirt reinforced by the huge amount of food he'd made for the three of them. June had a lie-in today, Ty remembered. As Ty sat at the table, his eyes Met Dustins'. His now younger brother looked resentfully at Ty - he grinned and looked at the food on the table. Mark must have picked up some good cooking tips when he got fat, or something.
"Eat up, Ty. You're a growing young man. You too, Dustin, if you want to catch up with him." Dustin opened his mouth, thought better of it and had some toast. Ty thought of something to pass the time.