“...A huge-muscled bodybuilder, six inches taller than you are right now,” said Samantha.
“OK,” I said. I couldn’t say that what she said surprised me, as I really had no idea what she was going to say.
“Oh, and why don’t you make your penis thicker and 12 inches long?” she also suggested. This did surprise me. I didn’t think she was so concerned with the size of my anatomy. But I figured that this was just part of her not believing me. It also always amused me how she always called it a “penis.” For whatever reason, she was incapable of saying “cock” or anything else.
I chuckled at her. “OK, whatever you want,” I said.
Then she added, “Oh, and since you said this can make mental changes, why don’t you make yourself gay?”
“What?” I asked as I was completely taken aback. Leaving aside whether being gay was a mental characteristic or not, I just didn’t expect to hear her say something like this. With the physical changes she requested I thought she wanted to take advantage of an enhanced version of me, should the ring “actually” work. That wouldn’t happen if it did succeed in making me gay. But I was willing to indulge her to prove the ring. “OK, as you request,” I said.
“Come on, let’s see your magic ring at work,” she goaded me. The look of disbelief on her face was still quite obvious.
“Alright,” I said. I took a deep breath and said, “I wish I would become a gay, muscled bodybuilder with a thick, 12 inch long penis and six inches taller than I am right now.”
Within a few seconds I began to feel a general discomfort throughout my body. I quickly realized that it was because all of my clothes felt tight and constrictive. I felt myself growing larger all over. I felt myself growing taller and I felt my muscles getting larger and thicker.
Samantha looked astonished once she saw the changes taking place. “Oh my god,” she whispered.
“Told you so,” I responded. I now felt like I was going to explode out of my clothes. That was more or less what happened. Due to the combination of my formerly non-descript muscles enlarging and my body growing taller, my clothes started to rip apart. My arms ripped through my shirt. My expanding chest split my shirt down the middle. I casually tore off the now tattered remnants. I found it amazingly easy to finish ripping the shirt.
My jeans suffered the same fate. My legs were too large and muscular for them now and they tore through them with great strain. My waist expanded as well and it too tore through the jeans as it did. The jeans fell to the ground in tatters. I even felt my shoes get tighter. I somehow squirmed out of them since I didn’t think they would rip through completely. My feet did grow large enough that they ripped through my socks, however.
I took a quick inventory of my still changing body. I saw that I had no hair on my chest, arms and legs. This made sense considering I wished to become a bodybuilder. My entire body was now practically exploding with muscles. I had never seen muscles like these on my own body. My muscles seemed to have their own muscles. I flexed my arms a few times and the feeling was incredible. I could tell I’d already grown taller as well.
There was one part of my body that had not seemed to change. But suddenly my boxers felt tighter in the crotch. I felt a sudden urge to see what was going on so I reached down and tore off my boxers. I saw that my cock was already bigger and still lengthening. It was also thickening. I was transfixed by the changes. I felt a rush of arousal throughout my body. My cock soon stiffened as I became more turned on.
Then I felt the last part of the change. Pictures and visions entered my mind. I saw myself having sex. But I was having sex with another guy. I could see myself impaling another hot stud with my huge cock. I could feel myself both giving and receiving blowjobs from this guy. I also felt him sticking his big cock inside of me. I let out a soft moan as I touched my cock.
My brief lapse into fantasizing was interrupted by a very sharp, “Ahem!” that came from Samantha. I stopped touching myself just as I felt the changes subside. “Well…I guess you weren’t lying,” she said. “But how do I know you’re gay?”