Two Friends at the Gym

Carlos and his friend, Jake, were at their local gym, getting in a little one on one scrimmages for the day. As they enter the basketball court, they set their bags down, the familiar room refreshing. The court was their sanctuary, a place where they could forget about the world and just focus on the game they love.

As they warmed up, Jake did his usual drills, but Carlos stayed near his bag, a thoughtful look on his face. A few weeks ago he had heard about it from some older guys on the court. They said it was a mythical basketball game that could grant wishes, but at a price. Carlos had always been ambitious, as long as he could remember he trained to become a professional player. But lately he's hit a wall, unable to take that next step.

"Hey, Jake," Carlos said, picking up a pair of basketballs. "Have you ever heard of the B.I.M.B.O. game?"

Jake looked at him, puzzled. "Bimbo game?" He smiles. "What are you talking about?"

Carlos smirked, "It's a special game. I heard about it from Tony and Ezekiel. If you win, you get a wish. Apparently Tony's sister tried getting a wish, but lost."

Jake gives Carlos a skeptical look. "Dude, Crystal? She's fucking hot man. What kind of wish would a chick like her want?"

Carlos shrugged. "I don't know man, but if Tony says it's true, I kinda believe him man." After his words, Carlos picked up the two basketballs he brought with him. "I want to try it, see if Tony's full of shit or not." He dropped each ball in sync, dribbling 8 times to raise the stakes as high as he can, hoping to make his potential wish more potent.

Jake looked at him, alarmed. "Carlos, what are you doing?"

His friend doesn't answer, instead starting the challenge. "Slut of the court, I challenge Jake to a B.I.M.B.O match!" He felt embarrassed even saying the challenge. "If Tony was wrong about this I'm gonna kill him."

But there was no time to doubt the validity, as immediately the windows of the gym frosted over, turning dark. The atmosphere in the room shifted, becoming heavy, suddenly feeling energized? It was a strange feeling, one that was hard to describe. The boys looked around in confusion, until the door to the gym opened slowly, revealing a towering figure.

She was unlike anyone they had ever seen. Standing at a staggering seven feet tall, she was the embodiment of a goddess. Her tan skin glistened under the gym lights, and her long blonde hair was tied up in a high ponytail. Her thick, strong thighs were barely contained by the tiny gym shorts she wore, and her massive breasts threatened to spill out of her tight crop top.

Both Carlos and Jake were left speechless, their eyes wide as they took in her appearance. She walked towards them, her every step confident and powerful.

"Well, hello boys," she purred, "I'm The Champ, the ultimate queen of this beautiful challenge. I heard someone wanted to play the B.I.M.B.O. game."

Carlos gulped, trying to find his voice. "I... I did."

The Champ giggled, a sound that was both innocent and sultry. "Good. Let's get started then. But first, what are your bets?"

Carlos, finally finding his confidence again, swallowed and stood tall. "If I win, I want to become a professional basketball player."

The Champ turned her gaze to Jake, who was still trying to process everything. "And you, cutie? What's your bet?"

Jake hesitated, his mind racing. "I... I uh... can I wait to say my wish?" He can't believe any of this was happening.

The Champ clapped her hands in delight. "Yep! That'll be a perfect surprise! Let's get this game started."

With a wave of her hand, the basketball court transformed. The hoops became grander, the trim of the backboard becoming golden. the court shone with a strange glow, and a luxurious throne appeared for The Champ to sit and watch the game from the side.

As she settled into her chair, Carlos and Jake faced each other. Carlos much more confident in what was about to happen. He was riding the high of actually seeing a path to his dream.

"Carlos, what the hell did you get us into?" Jake hissed, his eyes darting between The Champ and the transformed court.

Carlos looked at him, determination in his eyes. "Sorry Jake. But this way I can get my wish."

Jake shook his head, disbelief evident on his face. "You always drag me into this crazy shit man, this is even worse than that time at Carla's! What even happens to the loser here?" He glances over to the goddess, her plump lips curving into a smile as she shrugs.

Carlos tried to get his friend to start. "Just play the game, Jake. You get a wish if you win too, remember?"

"Shit... Once this is over I swear we're done..." Jake says, his voice low as the two walk up, ready to start.