Jon picked the stone up from his desk and held it up before him. He spoke quickly and clearly into it, "I wish that until I choose to end the effects of this wish, I was 6'4" and really buff."
The stone flashed, and Jon looked down to see a chest of bulging muscle in a tight T-shirt. He flexed his arms, marvelling at his impressive biceps. Thanks to an extra 6" in height and his broad shoulders, his bedroom looked much smaller.
"Fuck, this is awesome," he laughed.
Elsewhere in the house, Jon's sister Zoe was, as usual, taking a long time in the bathroom with her morning wash. She hadn't heard Jon's wish, so she didn't notice as she left the shower that she was now slightly taller than 4'. She didn't think it was cause for concern when she found her bathrobe almost too heavy to lift. She didn't remember having a taut, toned stomach but the chubby, wobbly little paunch she scratched with disappointment before tying her robe.
Likewise, Jon's dad didn't notice his profound transformation as his muscles lost their strength and turned to useless flab.
Meanwhile, Jon had stripped naked and was examining his studly physique in front of his mirror.
"This is incredible," he smirked, "so much for my flabby old body! I should try out for the swim team!"
