Meanwhile, at Kevin's house...

Kevin didn't feel anything as he was transported halfway across town. He just closed his eyes in fear, and suddenly the sounds of the party were just gone. It took him several more seconds before he was curious enough to open one of his eyes. His nerves were calmed upon seeing that rather than being in Jessica's bedroom, he was in his own somewhat messy room. The bag he took with him was sitting on his bed, and looking down at his hand was enough to confirm that he was still wearing the binding ring, its emerald sparkling unnaturally bright in the moonlight.

He breathed a sigh of relief, then kicked a pile of dirty laundry aside and flipped the light switch in his room. Luckily for him he had snuck out of the house, so he wouldn't have to answer any questions from his mom about how he just happened to be in his room all of a sudden. He had a brief worry that she might have noticed he was gone and was waiting for him to sneak in, but if she did she was either waiting downstairs in the armchair next to the lamp... or was likely waiting to hear him 'come in' to his room, to burst in and catch him red-handed.

He doubted that would actually happen, but just to be safe he started stripping out of his clothes, tossing his t-shirt aside and kicking off his shoes. If she came in and caught him in his underwear, he could just say he got up to use the bathroom or whatever. He knew he was probably being overly paranoid, but given what he just went through that was more than understandable.

He paused in the middle of his undressing, letting his cargo pants drop to his ankles. What had just happened? Well, he knew on a rational level, but the idea of him having a genie was so unbelievable that if it wasn't for the physical evidence of the ring on his finger his rational mind would have rejected it outright and assumed the entire thing had been a dream, or a very vivid fantasy. But there was no denying the proof: he was now the Master of his very own genie. He almost felt like the protagonist of a sitcom or cheesy teen fantasy movie, but really it was just him having been in the right place at the right time. He counted his lucky stars that he was the one to get his hands on the ring, and not Brad Thundercock, or whatever the fuck his last name was. Hmm, that might make a good test wish actually...

No. Not yet, anyway. If he was going to test this puppy out, it had to be something he could actually observe first hand. So far, all of his wishes had been directed at Jessica, other than the one that got him back home of course, and as far as he knew there might be a range limit that he just teleported himself out of. He figured making another wish to change something in his room would kill two birds with one stone.

His eyes drifted throughout the room, trying to find something to change. Video game posters? Nah, he could make them more sexy but honestly he preferred seeing the characters as they were supposed to be. He had no need to upgrade his game console, as he had already splurged for the newest generation. He could wish for his room to be clean, but that just seemed so... mundane. Maybe his computer? It was custom built, but he was meaning to replace some of the older parts... that he already ordered anyway. Plus, it wasn't like it would make that much of a noticeable difference in performance.

Kevin eventually stopped on his full length mirror, looking over his own body. Truthfully, he didn't feel like he looked that bad. Sure he was pale and shrimpy, but he didn't have much of a gut if any, and while he did have the occasional bit of acne on his face it wasn't a horrible pizza-face mess like some other kids he knew, just a zit or two along his jawline. His face looked alright, and despite his nerd credentials he also never needed glasses, his hazel eyes having near perfect 20/20 vision. He could definitely use some touch-ups, and maybe a bit of muscle, but overall he wasn't that insecure about his looks. Although...

He dropped his gaze down to the modest bulge in his white briefs. His penis, his pecker, his little willy... he knew it was average, maybe just a little on the small side, but until now he never gave it much thought. However, he knew that one of the things he was going to use his new power for would be to get his rocks off, and finally lose his virginity. And if he was going to do that... well, maybe a little enhancement wouldn't hurt.

Kevin stepped out of his pants and approached his mirror, then dropped his underwear down to his ankles. Looking down at his dick, he could see that it was currently soft, and honestly looked a bit smaller than he remembered. He knew he was more of a grower than a shower, and it was probably just a trick of the light or his own subconscious, but he knew exactly what he wanted to do now. No need to go crazy with it though. He didn't need a penis the size of a horse's down there, just something a bit bigger. He did some quick math in his head, thought of the best way to word his wish, then focused and imagined that his dick would double in size. And...

Nothing. Kevin pouted, "Well, that at least confirms I can't just think a wish. Probably for the best, really. Okay, let's try this again: I wish my dick would double in size."

Almost instantly Kevin felt a pleasurable heat in his groin. Looking down, he could see his member swelling up before his very eyes, growing as if someone was moving a slider in character creation and trying to get the biggest dick possible. The feeling was good enough that he was actually starting to get erect, making it look like it was growing even faster. By the time it was done, his dick and balls were, just as he said, twice their original size, standing at a proud 8 inches. At least he thought so.

...Come to think of it, he never actually measured his dick before. Curious, he shuffled over to his desk and dug a tape measure out of one of his many cluttered drawers and put it up next to his erect shaft. Measuring from the base, he discovered to his delight that he was actually a little bit over 9 inches.

"Damn," Kevin muttered in amazement, a giddy smile plastered on his face. He now likely had one of the biggest penises at his school, fitting for the one who would soon rule it. He set the tape measure down and wrapped a hand around his shaft. It even felt thicker, something that was even more noticeable to him than the length given how often he jerked off. And it felt fantastic. He hadn't wished for it to feel more sensitive, but maybe bigger cocks just felt better. He didn't really know.

What he did know was what he just learned about his wishing capabilities: while he did have to speak his wishes aloud, there didn't seem to be a limit as to how far he could be from Jessica to make them. Which was a relief to Kevin; it would have been annoying if he had to track down the cheerleader every time he wanted to make a wish, especially if she went out of her way to avoid meeting up with him. Which to be fair, would be the reasonable course of action for her at this point.

Still, Kevin didn't much care about what she felt right now. At the moment, he was far more occupied with brainstorming what to wish for next. He could make the whole cheerleading squad his personal harem, or give Brad a micropenis, or make himself the best pro gamer in the world, or give Brad a micropenis, or have him be the super principal of his school, or give Brad a-

Kevin let out a loud yawn. He didn't realize it at first, but now that he was no longer in immediate danger of being caught or high on lording his power over Jessica, the adrenaline in his system was tapering off, and his stamina was going with it. His arms and legs ached from the exertion he had put them through to sneak into Jessica's room, and even his dick was starting to go flaccid again, the rush of arousal from before swiftly dissipating and giving way to exhaustion.

"Eh, fuck it," he muttered to himself, "I'll figure it out in the morning."

He pulled up his briefs again, and was pleasantly surprised to find that his new dick didn't feel cramped in them. In fact, it was almost like his underwear was resized to fit his new package... if so, that was hella convenient. He went over to the switch and turned off the light, then shuffled into his bed, tossing his bag aside and onto the floor.

He heard a light crushing sound, and a noxious smell started to fill the room. Covering his nose and mouth, he hissed, "Oh fuck! I wish those stink bombs didn't go off!"

In an instant the smell was gone, and Kevin breathed a sigh of relief. This new power was going to be very handy indeed. As he nestled himself under the covers, he realized that Jessica may not be able to attack him, but she might get some of the football jocks to rough him up. And even if she didn't, walking into school with a fancy, expensive looking ring was just begging the tougher students to mug him.

"I wish that no one would try to take this ring off of me," he mumbled. Not the most elegant way he could have worded it, but fuck it he was tired. He could make a more through wish tomorrow. Feeling more secure than ever before, Kevin drifted off to sleep, dreaming about what he could do with the genie fate had so generously gifted him...