Wishing Gem Game Part 02

“Alright! Marcus says he’ll be over in a half an hour and Ethan said he could be here in about two. Just depends when his manager gets in,” Steven smiled down at his phone. Both his friends had asked what was so important but he said they just had to see it. 

“I don’t know about Patrick. He’s probably still sleeping…” Kevin said. “But I think it said they can just join whenever they get here. So why not just try starting again.” 

“Yeah man. That sounds great,” Steven sits back down on the couch turning off the TV he didn’t want to be distracted at all this time. He finished off his beer and stared at Kevin. “I guess you won so you get to go first.”

“I’m fine with that,” Kevin smiled as he held onto the stone. His lips started moving but again Steven couldn’t hear a word coming out of his mouth. It was all just a garbled of sound and silence merged together to make no sense. “Ok, your turn.”

Steven quickly looked around trying to figure out what had changed. Everything still looked in order. Everything looked normal. He figured Kevin always liked staring at his muscular body and might have wished for something similar. But thinking about it more, he would have been able to see that happen. So what did he wish for? Steven shook his head trying not to think too deeply about it. There was nothing he could do anyways until he had a hint. And as long as he was able to guess one wish he’d be fine. 

“I wish that my dick was 25% bigger,” Steven finally said. It wasn’t enough to be too noticeable. Plus he was sure if Kevin called him out on it, it’d still be a wish he’d want to keep. He passed the stone back to Kevin. “Any guesses?” It was harder for him to close his legs as the 6 inch rod gained an extra 1 and a half of length and grew even thicker. He could feel it shaking around in his boxers and did his best to just stare forward.

“Nah I’ll wait it out,” he said. “It looks like you finished your beer. You should go get another one.”

Steven’s eyes drifted back to the empty beer can. He had finished it but normally he didn’t drink more than one or two a night. But all he could think about was how he should go get another one. “Yeah. Why not?” he said, getting up from the couch and going to the kitchen. He grabbed one out of the fridge. “Hey! You want one?” 

“Nah, I don’t really like beer all that much,” Kevin shouted back.

“More for me,” he grinned. Kevin handed him the stone as he walked back in the room. “All done? Man you’re quick…”

“I know what I want,” Kevin smiled. 

“Guess so…” Steven said. He looked at the stone wondering what to wish for. Something that would make him more masculine but still wouldn’t be evident. “I wish I naturally produced more testosterone,” he finally decided on. It was like there was a sudden jump in his body. He couldn’t quite explain it but he could feel more pumped and engaged at the moment. But at the same time he really wanted to move around. He did his best to stay still but his leg started kicking on his own. He grabbed a beer trying to get himself to calm down.

Kevin watched intently as he finished it off. “You alright?”

“Yeah man. I think I’m just going to go get another one.”

“Just bring the whole case,” Kevin smiled. 

Steven paused for a second, “did you do something to the beer?”

“Did I?” There was a hint of sarcasm and mystery in his voice as Kevin asked it. “Just remember; if you get it wrong, I think the rules say you skip your turn…” 

It was hard to tell what Kevin was thinking. Also Steven had no idea what he could have done to the beer. He knew that Kevin was never much of a drinker, even ignoring fruitier drinks. He just grabbed the case and headed back to the living room, grabbing the stone as he went to sit down. He set it on the coffee table and grabbed a beer. However as he thought about his wish his body felt oddly tight. It was like he really needed to stretch. He raised his hands to the sky and pushed them out. The stretch went all the way through his back and down through his legs. “Damn that felt good,” he groaned. ‘Must be the testosterone boost,’ he thought to himself. 

But now he needed another wish. He didn’t realize it would be so difficult to think of something that would improve his life but wouldn’t be noticeable. He took a drink from the beer, trying to stall. “I wish that I was a great lover in bed.” 

Kevin grabbed at the stone watching Steven finish off his third beer. “1. 3. 7.” He mouthed, not directly saying anything. His eyes dipped around each beer can. Again he made a wish and passed the stone back. “How are you feeling?”

The strange tightness in his whole body bothered him again. He stood up and stretched again. “Didn’t think being this athletic would make me so damn tight. Jeezus!” he raised his arms to the ceiling trying to get the feeling to die down a little bit. But really he just wanted to move a little more. He didn’t realize just how much of an energy boost that increase in testosterone had given him. His body just really wanted to move. 

Steven picked up another beer and chugged it down. “Fuck!” he shouted as he finished it off. “Did you do something to the beer?” 

“Did I?” Kevin had that same devious grin. It’d almost looked like he’d mouthed 15 as Steven chugged it down. “Then what’d I do?”

“I don’t know…” Steven was starting to feel a little tipsy. He could handle four beers, but it felt like he’d just finished off an entire case. “Whatever, I wish that my boss gave me a raise.” Kevin took the stone back and quickly made his wish. “Fuck man! That was fast!” Steven exclaimed. His energy was really starting to get pent up inside him. And again his entire body felt like it needed to stretch. He couldn’t quite place where this feeling just kept coming from. But at the same time he just really wanted to move. 

“Cause I know what I want,” Kevin said. “You really look like you want to work out. Why not do some pushups or something?”

“Yeah. That’s a good idea,” Steven said as he dropped to the floor and started pumping them out. The feeling felt great each time he raised his body off the floor. Blood started flowing through him and he could feel his muscles tighten and bulge just ever so slightly more. He quickly pumped out 50 of them. This at least mitigated some of his energy but he still felt a little wired. Then he noticed just how tightly his shirt was fitting on him. It was weird how it rolled over each and every one of his muscles. He could feel the fabric pulling against his body every time he moved. As Steven looked down he couldn’t help but notice that his shirt was slowly starting to creep up to his belly button. He’d thought it’d fit his length normally but now it clearly didn’t.

“You should take your shirt off,” Kevin said.

Steven struggled with the fabric to pull over his head. His muscles fought against him while his shirt just didn’t want to come off. “Fuck it,” he finally tore at it from the collar all the way down his body. With just a little bit of his new strength it shredded like paper. 

“Better?”

“Yeah man. That was a good idea,” Steven said. 

“I’ll say,” Kevin leaned forward over the arm rest, taking in every part of Steven’s muscular body. There wasn’t anything there to the definition and size he’d gained over the years any more.

Suddenly his dick started to get hard. He brushed it off, trying to ignore the sensitive seven and a half inches. His eyes went to the torn shirt around his feet. A sudden realization that his clothes probably didn’t grow along with him he said, “I wish that all my clothes that fit me perfectly.”

He tossed the stone back to Kevin and started to do move around again. His body just felt so foreign all of a sudden. Plus that tipsy feeling was getting to him. He couldn’t believe that only four beers made him feel this good. He grabbed another one as he walked around the room. Kevin seemed to have made his wish and tossed the stone back at him. Steven felt that strange tightness in his body and he just had to stretch. He let out a loud groan as he raised his arms to the sky and pushed as hard as he could. 

It was still just insane how much Kevin knew what he wanted. Steven paused trying to think about what more he wanted. He chugged the beer still trying to figure it out. “Woah…” he staggered for a second. It felt like he’d just finished off an entire case of the stuff. His mood quickly lifted and he just couldn’t stop moving. All he could think about was the times he spent in high school playing football and soccer with the other guys. A sudden sense of nostalgia poured over him. “Man. I wish I still played sports with the guys…” He was just talking out his ass but the stone still took the wish and made it real. 

“I think it’s my turn,” Kevin said. 

The sentence brought Steven back down from the cloud nine he was currently on. “C’mon man. You’ve gotta tell me what you’ve been wishin for. I have no idea,” he got on his knees so he’d be eye level with the seated Kevin. “C’mon man. I can make it worth your while…” He held up his arm and flexed the tight bicep.

Kevin let out a smile. “You’re drunk.”

“And you’re kind of cute,” Steven said. His eyes seemed to be locked on Kevin’s for a moment. They stared deeper than they’d ever at his roommate. He slowly started to pull into the other man. A feeling like this had never overcome him before. Their lips were less than an inch apart. His mouth slightly opened.

Then the doorbell rang. “Shit,” he groaned. “Sounds like Mark’s here.”

“Yeah,” Kevin fell back into the chair as Steven went to go answer the door. He tossed the stone back and forth in his hand. 

Steven jumped to his feet and jogged to the door. The energy in his body just wouldn’t go away. He jogged to the door and opened it wildly. “Hey man! Glad you finally decided to show up!”

“Yeah. Yeah. I was busy doing shit,” Mark groaned as he entered the house. “This better be worth it. I was actually gettin this girl interested in me.” He walked past Steven and Steven couldn’t help but feel like he was so much shorter. At 5’7”, Mark was their shortest friends but he never let that make him feel out of place. Normally he’d be just as loud, just as rowdy and wasn’t afraid to play with any of the other guys. He walked past Steven like nothing was different.

“Hey,” Steven said stopping him.

“What?”

“Don’t you notice anything?” Steven posed and flexed his arms down in front of his chest. His bare chest, bulged forward while his arms looked even thicker than before. 

“What? You had some extra pump today? Save it for your fucking roommate. I’m sure he appreciates it more than me,” Mark snidely said. “Where the fuck is he anyway?”

“Living room,” Steven said. He stood back to his full height and felt the tightness all over his body again. He stretched to the sky as he followed Mark. Something inside him was saying that Mark felt shorter but he wasn’t sure what it was. He brushed it off as a mixture of not seeing his friend for a while and the fact he’d now been working out since high school.

“Hey” Mark grunted towards Kevin. 

“Oh, hi Mark,” Kevin droned. He’d shifted his weight so his feet hung over the side of the chair. The two never really got along. “Do you want to play a game?” Steven just rolled his eyes at Kevin’s movie references. After the first time they met, Kevin just found it fun mocking Mark about what he liked to watch. They’d only met a few times at some parties but were quickly enemies. They seemed to hit it off in the first but Steven always figured that one of them must have done something to piss the other off. However he was never curious enough to ask.

Mark glared. “Sure. What kind of game is it?”

“A wishing game,” Steven replied. “It’s a game you get to hold this stone and then wish for whatever you want. It then becomes real. But if either of us notice what it is that changed the game is over and that person is the winner.”

“Yeah? That sounds like bullshit,” Mark replied.

“Then make a wish and find out. It’s Steven’s turn though. So you’ll have to wait before you wish yourself a dick and some balls,” Kevin tossed the stone to Steven who easily caught it. 

“Damn, that’s cold. I wish you two would just try to have some fun together,” Steven groaned. “Whoops…” He didn’t realize what he’d said till it was too late. He watched the two slowly become less hostile towards one another but there was clearly still some tension. Steven tossed the stone.

Mark just stared at the stone. “What do you want me to do with this?”

“Make a wish,” Kevin groaned. “What do you want to change about yourself or others?”

Mark stared down at the stone. He mouthed a few words and then his shorts started to tent. The light fabric quickly pushed out as his dick quickly became larger. “Oh gawd.” Mark moaned as his body leaned forward. He nearly fell forward as the weight of his dick just kept becoming more and more. The head of his cock drifted down past his shorts. It was nearly as thick as his leg. He put more of his weight onto the chair trying to hold himself up. It was far too much for him to handle. 

“You really just wished for a dick the size of your fucking leg?!” Kevin shouted. “You’ve got to be kidding me! C’mon man! Get a grip on yourself!” 

Mark couldn’t respond with anything but a groan. The giant appendage seemed to be far more sensitive than he could actually handle. Blood was rapidly flowing through it as he had to hold himself up on the furniture. “Ugh… That’s… *huff* Right…” he wheezed out. His hips started to rock back and forth on the chair Kevin was sitting in. 

“Fucking knew it,” Kevin huffed back. He waited a few seconds for the screen to pop up and instantly unclicked Mark’s wish. The giant dick quickly shriveled back up into his shorts right where it was supposed to be. 

“Thank you…” Mark huffed as he fell backwards onto his ass. Just holding the thing felt like  a workout. 

“Have a beer. It’ll make you feel better,” Kevin tossed one back hitting Mark in the chest. A raspy, ‘oof’ escaped his lungs as his body curled up at the sensation. Kevin was looking over the screen again. “You wished for more testosterone? You wished for a raise!” he interrupted himself without even caring about the other wish. “Man I would have never guessed that…”

“Yeah… Kinda just want more money flow,” Steven smiled awkwardly. You gonna tell me any of your wishes?”

“I wished that you were taller. Now you should be about 6’3”,” Kevin said. 

Steven looked down over his chest realizing what that meant. “Fuck… That’s why my body felt so tight?”

“Mm-hmmm,” Kevin looked up and down his body. “It is… Should we try playing again?” 

“Yeah man! I’m in?”

“And you Mark? You gonna wish for something else?” Kevin asked.

“Yeah…” Mark said a bit defeated.