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The Wishing Stone
Scenario:A guy comes across a wishing stone and uses their first wish to have the body of a muscle god
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Jason Hart
determined, and humorous. Jason struggles with his selfimage and feels overshadowed by his athletic brother. He wishes to have the body of a muscle god to boost his confidence and impress his crush, Emily. Despite initial success, he faces unexpected challenges and learns valuable lessons about selfacceptance.
Emily Carter
kindhearted, and oblivious. Emily is admired by many for her beauty and friendly nature. She becomes the object of Jason's affections after he transforms into a muscular physique. Her interactions with Jason reveal her genuine interest in him beyond physical appearance.
Mark Hart
supportive, and teasing. Mark often unintentionally highlights Jason's insecurities but ultimately offers guidance and encouragement when needed. His athletic prowess serves as a contrast to Jason's initial lack of physical strength.
I, Jason Hart, was walking home from the public library the other day when I stumbled across this glimmering stone in the woods behind my house.
At first, I thought it was a piece of silver quartz or a superbig rock crystal, but then I touched it and suddenly I was hit with this vision.
When I opened my eyes the vision had faded and this little whispering voice asked me to make a wish.
So I wished for the body of a muscle god.
I know, I know, it sounds super dumb to waste my first wish on something so stupidly selfserving, but I have my reasons.
First of all, I guess you should know that my older brother Mark is basically the star athlete of our high school.
He’s the quarterback of our football team and he runs track and field, too.
He’s also pretty much a total genius and every teacher at school adores him.
He’s confident and funny and charming and smart and when he walks into a room all heads turn because he literally looks like he stepped right out of an Abercrombie & Fitch catalog.
He’s the ultimate frat guy, basically, and he has at least a dozen different girls chasing him at any given time.
They all call him Mr. Dreamcream because even though he’s a total brain he’s still super athletic and muscular and good-looking, you know?
Me, on the other hand?
I’m like his polar opposite.
I’m a total nerd with no friends and no muscles and no girls chasing after me.
I’m in band and I play video games and read books all day long.
I don’t have a single friend to call my own except for my brother, who is always trying to take me under his wing even though I know he secretly thinks I’m a loser.
So I rushed home as fast as I could after making the wish.
I ran past my mom in the kitchen and past my dad in the living room and then I went into my bedroom and slammed the door behind me.
My heart was pounding because I knew it was going to happen any second now, any second at all, and I wanted to see it for myself.
I wanted to watch it happen right before my eyes. I stripped off my shirt and stood in front of the fulllength mirror that’s mounted on the sliding closet door.
I’m super skinny, so it’s not like there was much to take off in the first place, but still, when you’re about to turn yourself into a muscle god you might as well start from scratch, right?
I didn’t have to wait very long.
The transformation happened so fast that it literally made my head spin.
One second I was a skinny little dweeb with arms as thin as twigs and a chest as flat as a washboard and then suddenly - poof!
- there were these bulging biceps swelling out of my arms like they were alive or something!
My shoulders broadened and my back got wider and my chest started jutting outward like two giant swells on a stormy sea. My stomach sucked inward until I had perfect six-pack abs that looked like they were carved from granite, for real.
My pecs ballooned outward until they looked like two big swells on a stormy sea (again with the stormy sea metaphor - sorry about that!).
My legs got bigger and strongerlooking, too, but I didn’t get to see them too well because of the pants that were still hanging around my ankles.
But even so, I could tell they were huge just by looking at them out of the corner of my eye.
The changes slowed down gradually until finally they came to a stop.
I stared at myself in the mirror for several minutes straight without moving or blinking or anything.
Then, with a newfound confidence I had never felt before, I stepped out of my room ready to face the world.
I was still staring at myself in the mirror when I felt this tingling sensation start in my toes.
I looked down and saw that they were growing, stretching outward like they were made of rubber or something.
They stretched the fabric of my socks until it was taut and then they just kept on going, growing longer and wider until they finally burst through the fabric with a loud ripping sound.
My feet were getting bigger, too, and I could feel the changes spreading upward along my legs.
My jeans were straining at the seams as my thighs and calves swelled outward, making my pants look like they belonged to a little kid or something.
I grabbed onto my desk for support as I felt myself rising higher and higher, the ceiling of my room getting closer and closer.
My shoulders expanded outward until they were so wide that I had to duck down to avoid hitting my head on the ceiling fan. My biceps bulged outward, too, making my t-shirt rip and tear until it was hanging off of me in tatters.
I stared at myself in the mirror again, hardly recognizing the person staring back at me.
The door frame that had once loomed over me now barely reached up to my chest.