Measure Megan, and try not to stain your pants.

You feel the same tingling sensation you felt in your dick earlier, only this time it washes over your whole body for a few seconds before stopping. You feel ever so slightly off, and as you look around the laundry room you can definitely tell your perspective is slightly lower.

"Hey Murphy, stalling isn't gonna make me any less taller than you, you find that tape measure yet?” you hear Megan yell from the basement.

Gathering yourself, you hurry down to join her, still adjusting to your new height of 5'9". When you enter the bonus room you see her kneeling in front of your Xbox with her back to you. As she leans forward a bit, you can see her shorts stretch to contain her firm, round butt as it lifts off of her bare soles.

It's amazing really, before this morning you never would have even noticed Megan doing something like this, and you almost wonder if she's doing this on purpose. But now with the subtle changes you've made with the wishing stone, and the knowledge of what more you could do, you cant even help but stare as you feel your erection growing.

Feeling a bit guilty about oggling your beat friend who - until today - you've always felt so platonic with, "Ahem, your tape measure, stretch."

Megan stops and turns over her shoulder to look at you incredulously, than glances down at her ass, then back at you. Then she cracks into a grin and laughs as she stands up. "Oh man, I really put on a show for you didn't I there? Yeah these shorts are a bit tight on me, either my squats are paying off finally or my suspicions are right about my growth spurt."

As she reaches her full height, the results of your last wish become much more apparent, you're once again clearly shorter than her. Not a lot, but it's noticable now.

As she approaches you, you try to quip back "It's a good thing you weren't digging through a washing machine and telling me you're stuck or I probably would've been questioned your intentions."

She continued, now standing right in front of you. "Okay, yeah I am definitely taller. At least taller than you now. Man I swear you've had an inch on me since freshman year, let's put that tape measure to use!"

With that, Megan snatched it out of your hands and stood with her back against the wall.

Picking your jaw up off the floor over after Megan's comments made you drop it, you followed her and grabbed the other end of the tape measure from her, as she placed her end down at the floor behind her heel.

As you flatten it against the wall she straightens out, and you line it up with the top of her head to find the height you were already expecting:

"Five foot - ten inches. Megan Johnson, I believe you have in fact grown an inch." You say, trying to downplay your excitement.

Meg immediately broke into a Cheshire grin at you. "What, no way I should be at least 5'11", I'm definitely taller than you and you've always told me you were 5'10".... Unless you've been lying this whole time! Jacob Murphy, how tall are you?” she asks, with a sly look on her face.

You consider whether to play dumb, or just "admit" that you've "always" been 5'9".