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“I mean…it’s pretty, I guess.” Fred held the stone hemisphere up closer to his face to look at it. A paperweight? That’s all he could really think it was. It looked to have been one half of some sort of orb that had been cut in two–rather violently, from how jagged the cut was. He smiled at Dan, trying to appear sincere, but when his older friend had told him that he had a really exciting gift for him, he’d been imagining something more impressive than a rock.
Dan smirked, and pulled the other half of the orb from the box. The lighting was a bit dim in the living room where they were sitting, enjoying some after dinner scotch, but for all intents and purposes, it looked like the missing half to the one he was holding. The two of them had met through work, when Fred had joined the company where Dan was already employed. They worked in different departments, but they crossed paths enough that they became friends, with Fred taking Dan under his wing as a someone to mentor, even though at thirty-three and forty-one they weren’t that far apart in age. Still, Fred was a bit insecure, and the encouragement from Dan helped, especially since he was another single gay man in a world filled with straight, married folks. The sex had begun after a night where they had both had a bit too much to drink, and they’d kept the occasional sex well away from their day jobs. But since they both has an attraction to fatter, older men, neither one of them was really able to push the other’s sexual buttons as well as they might have hoped. But Fred knew Dan well enough that he wasn’t going to just give him some random rock–he had much better taste than that, as was evidenced by his immaculately designed house where they were both sitting. What game was he getting at anyway?
“I don’t get it,” Fred confessed, “It’s…a rock?”
“Not just any rock, Fred. Look, I…I know this would sound crazy if I just said it, so I’ll just have to demonstrate it first, and then you’ll understand. Just hold the orb in your hands for a second.” Dan took a breath, and then said, “I wish I had black hair.”
The orb in his hand began to glow with a soft light, highlighting the silver striations embedded in the orb. A moment later, Fred’s began to glow as well, with a strange warmth. He tried to drop it, but the orb clung to him even when he flipped his palm upside down, like it was magnetized. After a few moments, the glow died, the orb fell from his hand to the carpet, and he stared at it, before looking over at Dan, and saw that his previously brown hair had become a deep black–on his head, his beard, even the hair on his forearms.
“What the hell was that? Did…did that thing just…change your hair color?”
“Not just mine,” Dan said, “Go look in the mirror.”
Fred stood up and walked to the mirror hanging on the wall–and sure enough, the orbs had changed his hair to the exact same shade of black, his hair, his goatee, the bit of chest hair popping up from his collar. “That’s…that’s not possible.”
“I would say the same thing in your position, I know, but it is possible. The orb grants wishes, and these two halves are linked. If each of us holds an orb, the wish affects us both.”
“And…you just thought it would be funny to change our hair color? What’s everyone in the office going to say on Monday?”
“Don’t worry about that, no one else knows that anything is different–only we know that anything has changed. No one would bat an eye, no matter what we might do to ourselves,” Dan smiled, “And I thought we might have some fun this weekend…just the two of us.”
Fred narrowed his eyes. “Now hold on–the wishes affect both of us, right? So how in the world would we be able to get back to normal?”
“Easy–I already tested it. If someone holds both halves together, the wish only affects them, and I’ve been…experimenting. Go on, pick your half up and wish to become what you looked like before you received the orb.”
“Why do I have to do it?”
“That half of the orb is connected to you now–I can’t make another wish until you make one. We have to alternate as long as the orb is split. Go on, it won’t hurt you.”
Still a bit hesitant, Fred picked the orb up from the hardwood and said, “I…I wish I looked like I did before Dan changed our hair color.”
The orbs glowed again, and after a moment, both of them had their original hair colors back–brown, but Dan had a few flecks of grey Fred didn’t have yet. “See? Good as new–or old, rather. We can change ourselves however we want, and be back to normal by Monday.”
Fred was a bit skeptical. Dan poured them both another round of scotch, and they talked it over a bit–but Dan figured that the best they could do was play around a bit, and see where it took them, and so they started trading wishes–Dan going first.
“I wish I had an eight inch cock.”
Both of them had average cocks, around four inches long–but suddenly each was sporting an impressive bulge in their slacks. Fred reached down to feel it, and then cocked an eye at his friend. “Really? That’s the first thing you want?”
“It’s…for later. I just didn’t want to forget.”
Fred laughed, “Well, I wish I had 20/20 vision and didn’t need glasses.” The orb halves glowed again, and a moment later, both of them were blinking a bit, the glasses from both of their faces disappearing in a moment. Fred could barely believe it–he’d worn glasses all his life, and suddenly, it was like the entire room was clearer. He looked at the hemisphere again, “These things really are amazing.”
“Heh, just you wait,” Dan said, “I wish I weighed three hundred and fifty pounds, most of it fat.”
Both of them were rather husky, though because of their height difference, Dan weighed 240 and stood a bit over six feet tall, while Fred weighed 215 and was only five and a half feet tall. The wish didn’t care, and both men watched their figures balloon larger, until each of them was sitting with huge guts falling into their laps, moobs pushing out the fabric of their shirts. In surprise, Fred stood up–or tried to. There was suddenly a lot more pushing against him, and he had to heave himself out of the chair, rocking back and forth a bit to gather momentum. He stared down at himself in disbelief, unable to see his feet past his fat–not even really able to bend his neck easily thanks to his second chin, and he said, “What the fuck did you do to me?”
“Do to us, Fred,” Dan said, standing up and walking over to where his friend was standing. The fat hung on his body better than it did thanks to his height, and remained a gut. Fred, however, could feel an apron hanging down past his cock, his slacks hiked up over his belly and belted around his apron. “Look, I know what we like–we’ve talked about it enough.” He stepped closer, pushing their fat together, rubbing their suited bodies together gently, and as much as he resisted, staring at his friend’s obese body was turning him on in a big way.
“Just because I’m attracted to fat guys doesn’t…doesn’t mean I want to be fat too…” Fred said, “I feel like I’m as wide as I am tall.”
“Oh come on, it’s not that bad.”
Fred reached over and picked up his half of the orb, “I wish I was five foot two.”
He only dropped two inches, but Dan came crashing down almost a foot–his fat expanding out as it began losing space to sit. Dan looked around at the room, surprised at the change in perspective, and then looked to Fred smiling. “I haven’t been able to look you in the eyes before–it’s nice.”
Fred was mad–although he was madder about the fact that Dan seemed perfectly happy at his new height. “No one likes being short, Dan.”
“Then why did you make yourself shorter?”
“To teach you a lesson!” Fred said, “This is dumb–just make us normal again, I don’t want to play this stupid game anymore.”
“You can be such a killjoy, you know that?” Dan said, holding up his half of the orb, “I wish I loved being short and fat, and found my body incredibly sensitive and erotic.”
“You fucking didn’t, why the fuck–fuck…oh fuck…” Fred’s objections withered away into moans, as Dan reached out and started groping, tugging and stroking his fat body through his suit, pulling Fred into his own body, before leaning in to kiss him, one hand taking the orb from his friend’s hand and setting it to the side. “I think that’s enough wishing for now, don’t you?”
“Shut up you sexy fat fucker–let’s go play,” Fred said, inches from Dan mouth, both hands fighting to get his shirt unbuttoned. He’d never…felt like this before, this enjoyment of his own body, this pleasure running through him. Everytime he touched himself, it was amazing. He loved this, he loved his body, and he loved Dan’s too. They heaved their way up the stairs, both of them exhausted and sweaty by the time they reached the upper landing, their clothes stripped away and lying in piles on the stairs or hanging from the banister.
“So, are you enjoying yourself yet?” Dan said as he panted, rolling one of his nipples with one hand while he groped his younger friend’s body with the other.
“Don’t…don’t think this is over just because I like it. You and I…we need to have a conversation about boundaries.”
“In the morning,” Dan said, and pulled Fred into the bedroom, “But right now, let’s just enjoy ourselves, eh?”
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