”I wish Kevin was a total stud,” Jennifer eagerly said.
”What? No!” Kevin exclaimed.
”Oh, don’t worry so much,” said Elizabeth. She held up a hand, and Kevin suddenly became taller, his frame filling out, his black T-shirt and jeans straining against the muscles that were developing. His skin smoothed and tanned just as Jennifer’s had, his face altering to a more classically handsome shape, his hair going from a greasy dark brown mop to a wavy sandy blonde.
”Oh, my God,” he said, looking down and flexing involuntarily, causing the seams in his T-shirt to pop. Its remains fell off him, revealing a perfectly chiseled torso and bulging arms.
”So is 10 inches enough for a total stud?” Elizabeth asked. “Nah, we’ll make it 12.”
Kevin had an odd expression on his face, and I said, “Probably too tight for you there, stud?” I mercifully altered his pants to a pair of baggy board shorts, which would be slightly more comfortable for his oversized cock.
Jennifer looked a bit concerned. “Is -- is he all right?”
”You’re the one who wanted a total stud,” Elizabeth said. “And so he is, including his brain.”
”Including his brain?” Jennifer repeated. “But what --“
”Shut up,” interrupted the altered Kevin. “It’s my turn for a wish.”
Elizabeth glanced at me meaningfully. She’d been the one to handle Kevin’s brain along with the rest of him, and I could only assume that she made him think he’d always been a musclebound hunk -- and his wish would reflect that.
What he said was...