I just stared at Josh in amazement. Not only did I just witness a 12-year-old kid just grow and age from a pre-teen boy into an 18-year-old jock, but he had the ring on his finger as well. That meant that he was free to do whatever he wanted just by wishing it and there was nothing I could do to stop him.
Furthermore, I had just wished for him to love me, before I gave him the ring, so he was still affected by my own wishing! I was still 16 years old and now I was faced with a hulking 12-year-old boy in the body of an 18-year-old!
“Uhmm… Josh… You’re still 12… You just made yourself look older… So, just take it easy, dude!” you stutter. “Let’s take this one step at a time, dude!”
“Yeah, but I’m older and bigger than you now!” he grinned, standing taller and looking down on me with a smile. He clearly loved the fact that he was taller than me by at least three inches.
“I wish we could just cuddle up in bed together because we’re both feeling horny right now for each other!” Josh said.
“Oh man! He stated a wish and he said several things! I was suddenly overcome by a desire to go to bed with him and to cuddle up with him! Not only that, but I was becoming really horny! I looked down and realized that my cock was becoming hard at the sight of my big, older and muscular friend.
Josh turned around and walked into the bedroom where he quickly removed all his clothes and crawled on the bed. I tried to tell myself that this is Josh, a 12-year-old boy, and that I was getting in bed with him, but this wasn’t helping me at all. The power of the ring was just too much for me for the urges were making me do exactly what he had wished for. I was following him from behind, I walked into the bedroom and I also removed my clothes and my underwear before getting on the bed and laying down next to him. As I looked at him I realized that I wasn’t looking at a 12-year-old boy but an 18-year-old man. But, it didn’t matter. He was winning because he was wearing the ring and he could have his way with me no matter what he wished or said.
“Josh… I’m four years older than you, dude…” I whispered to him. “You’re only twelve!”
“I wish you would forget that I was 12 years old!” he said quietly while smiling at me with a lovingly look on his face.
Suddenly, I blinked.
“There, James. That’s much better now.” He said. “So, how old am I?”
“Umm… You… You’re eighteen, Josh…” I replied. Of course, Josh was 18 years old. What was I thinking? No kid who is 12 can suddenly age 6 years in just a few minutes, right?
“Good, now that we got that out of the way…” he grinned.
The next thing I knew, his thick, strong arms wrapped around my torso and pulled me towards him as he lay on his side and looked straight at me. Then, he started cuddling up with me and kissing me on my head and cheek. This was going to be a great evening for both of us…