"Well, try it out! Wish for something absurd! It couldn't hurt."
"Fine," Ken said, "but only to humor you." Ken took a deep breath, mockingly dramatic, and made his wish
"I wish I'd gain 50 pounds of luscious muscle..." Ken said facetiously "...like one of those hot body builder porn stars Omair is always drooling over."
"Ken you ass!" Omair took a swipe at Ken and the two tumbled to the ground laughing as they wrestled a little on the attic floor. It was all in jest until Omair took an accidental elbow to the jaw, and then he threw himself onto Ken.
A few punches later and the boys sat up breathing heavily, sweat beading across their brows. Ken gripped is chest and felt a pain begin to spread.
"You know, you can really be a jerk sometimes, I tell you stuff I don't tell anyone else and make fun of me." Omair said sternly. Ken continued to grip his chest, and the amulet began to glow dully.
"Omair...something, somethings wrong." Ken squeaked in a panicked voice. Suddenly he flung backwards straight as a board, his pelvis and chest alternating convulsions. Omair straddled him and tried to hold his spasming shoulders.
"Ken! Ken, whats happening man?!" Omair shouted, but Ken was now gritting his teeth in pain, unable to answer. It was then that Omair noticed his friends lithe body swelling like a balloon. With each convulsion Ken seemed to inflate a bit more. His shoulders blimping outward, turning into massive boulders. His chest fattening with huge heavy mass. Ken's arms plumping up, until each one was thicker than his head.
"Oh god..." was all Omair could say as he saw Ken's once tight abs develop into a thick column of round bumps extending to his ballooning thighs. Legs so thick they must've been wider than Ken's previous waist size. Even though the angle was bad, Omair even noticed the once cute small butt Ken sported turning into a gigantic mound of bubbly muscle.
In a matter of moments it was over. The golden glow of the amulet faded and Ken could feel his freedom of movement return. He had difficulty moving around, now that his short frame was carrying so much more weight, but he rocked back and forth till he could stand. Ken forced the speechless Omair off of him, and stood for the first time, feeling the weight of his new body.
"Holy, holy crap Omair...what, what happened?!"
Ken ran to a covered vanity mirror that his parents had stored in the attic and threw back the sheets covering it. He gasped. There in the mirror stood a 5'7" muscle pup, with a body so ripe with bulbous muscle it looked like it was ready to pop. Ken no longer saw the athletic swimmer, in the mirror was a big wrestler type, a 190 pound stud. Ken's panic turned to pleasure, the new weight felt good. Very good.
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