Life Gets Better!

You wake up the next morning and check your phone. Ji has sent some pictures from his trip home and you smile, thinking about how skilled he was at handling you, your dad, and your brother. You decide to chat him up some more outside of just talking shop in regard to the blankets in an attempt to get to know him. He was really hot and you loved having to deal with your dad's cock together. With a smile, you stretch in bed and start to pump your cock a bit as it stiffens at the thoughts you're enjoying. Then you look over and see the wish powder on your desk.

"Why not..." you say to yourself as you get out of bed, your cock bouncing a bit as you go. You add the powder to the glass of water on your nightstand and take a swig. "Hm... what to wish for..."

You look at the pictures on your walls to see the various sizes of your dad and brother throughout the years. Now you're really starting to get kind of greedy as you think about it some more. You've got an idea that might be a bit **** but at this point, you don't really care.

"I wish men of the world were all various styles of huge. Fat, muscular, hyper, tall... doesn't matter... whatever the man wants, he'll be. I want them to have their dream bodies," you say before you gasp and stumble back onto your bed.

Your whole body throbs and you start to feel yourself get heavier which causes you to moan. Your body begins to swell with thick muscle covered in a layer of fat. You feel yourself swelling but only to the size of what would have been a standard powerlifter. A big, round belly on your torso dominates your body under bloated pecs and your thick arms are out to your sides. You smile and stand up, feeling your legs bulge as you stand up and flex in your mirror, chuckling a bit as you stand there looking at your huge body. Your cock even looks bigger now and rests above much fuller balls that lay on your huge thighs.

"Not bad," you say before you grab your phone to take a picture to send to Ji. After you hit send, you hear a deep rumble from the living room.

"Son! You up yet or what?" comes the deep, fat-sounding bass of your father's voice.