Chapter 1: Introduction
The morning light spilled through the kitchen windows as Mason and Ava sat eating breakfast, waiting for their chance to choice their powers, hoping they were good. The anticipation palpable as their mother Linda assured them it'd happen as their father tried to calm them.
"You two are going to be just fine," she said, her voice warm and reassuring. "And remember, whatever you wish for, make sure it's something that'll make you happy, not just the world."
Mason rolled his eyes, "Mom, we know. We've heard it a million times." He took a bite of his cereal, the milk sloshing in the bowl as he moved it.
Ava, on the other hand, seemed more thoughtful. She pushed her eggs around on her plate, "What if we mess it up? What if we choose wrong?"
Their father, David, chuckled, "You can't mess it up, sweetheart. It's your birthday, your wish. Just choose what you want more." he said, his voice steady and calm, a stark contrast to the electric charge in the air. Linda nodded in agreement.
Suddenly, the air in the dining room felt heavier, like the moment before a storm. Mason and Ava's vision blurred as they each saw two distinct images floating in front of them. Mason saw himself standing in the middle of a fire ravaged city, light smoke rising up, concrete burned and blackened, homes turned to char and ash, vegetation missing. Mason saw himself lifting his hands, focusing and started moving them in soft circles as ashes rose up or floated back from where is flew before coalescing together, hardening in walls, structures and glass. Everything that had burned away knit itself back together over the course of a several minutes, looking as if fire had never been there.
The scene shifted to a cleared forest, hundreds of trees cleared, the stumps left behind. Mason saw himself drop down to one knee, touching the ground, focusing as he exhales and a ripple of energy pulses out from him erasing the stumps, only to have saplings start sprouting, growing taller, thicker as branches start forming, leaves budding and unfurling over minutes before he rises back to his feet as the forest returns vibrant, healthy and verdant.
Another shift as he sees himself in dry, barren, farmland that was sunbaked and cracked by sustained drought. A dried-up riverbed nearby, emaciated animals on the verge of death as the sun beat down as families stood close in silence as Mason saw himself kneel and touch the ground, other hand raised up to the sky. Within minutes clouds gathered, dark and heavy as the sky darkened and rain soon started to fall, not heavy or down pouring, but light and steady. The vision then showed the vision fast forward as water flowed in the riverbed, soil darkened, crops sprout as shoots rise up and the fields turn green then gold. Grains and other crops swaying heavy and abundant.
More visions of himself helping rebuild disaster zones across the globe as he restores damaged infrastructure and helps crops and decimated forests flourish again as people look at him with gratitude and awe. He is not worshiped, but he is needed and sought after. The vision pulsed with weight. Responsibility. Meaning. The power felts vast — controlled, intentional, restorative. The world healed at his command.
Meanwhile the other vision that filled his mind was similar in a way, yet very different. He saw himself in the halls of school, but instead of tall, thin lanky and awkward with bad skin, wild messy hair and his undefined, unappealing body dressed in loose, baggy clothes. Mason was still tall, but now with broad shoulders, wide chest, strong arms as well as perfect posture, coiffed hair and healthy smooth skin that gave him a confident look. He strode towards a group of about 5 fellow seniors, all girls who greet him easily.
This vision shifted and he was in English class with Ms. Brown, a young teacher about 28 years old, she was wearing a plain blouse and slacks with low heeled shoes. He softly snapped which quickly changed her out to a skimpy cocktail dress with a plunging neckline that her tits threatened to fall out of said dress, no bra and strappy, heels. Ms. Brown immediately looked annoyed, but continued on as she didn't know who had done it.
The vision shifts again as he's at a party dancing with Kelly Phillips, his crush who was grinding on him, her want obvious with his dream body. Then moved to a bedroom and once the door was closed they were engaged in a fierce lip lock, him pressing her up against the door. Mason could now tell where things were headed so he snapped his fingers as their clothes seemed to melt of their bodies appearing as crumpled heaps on the floor. Mason could now see in addition to still being tall with his broad shoulders, wide chest, strong arms his chest wasn't just wide, but powerful and futher down he had hard rippling abs, Strong, sturdy legs. However what caught Mason's attention most about his vision-self was his long, thick cock and plump egg sized balls. The vision continued playing out as he and Kelly were soon on the bed, her legs spread and him thrusting in and out. The vision seemed to fast forward, them switching positions, neither looking tired until the vision returned to normal speed. Kelly then came with a wet splash of cum before Mason gave a final thrust and came. Came longer than he thought possible as he pulled out mid orgasm to see as deluge of cum shooting out spraying her, the bed and nearby walks in thick, baby batter.
Meanwhile while Mason seeing these two visions, Ava’s two visions were different, but no less intoxicating. Ava saw herself watching the next Presidential debate where one of the candidates is asked a question about their tax plan if elected. They start talking about their tax plan when their teleprompter starts flickering, which is addressed, as their voice starts to wobble and flub their rehearsed lines as they look to aides just off stage. After the other candidate's rebuttal, the first one moved to the next question asked and right as they're about to answer their mic, which was working moments ago, suffers feedback before emitting static as it dies. The candidate's words faltered and sputtered as he spoke louder to be heard as a secondary mic was provided. The debate that continued as normal except the candidate having technical problems finally started in on their last point when their voice squeaked. They took a sip of water before trying again when the truth suddenly bursts forth, flowing from their lips, but unable to stop talking. The crowd as well as Ava and her family watching from home gasp, the camera zooms in as they revealed their biggest secrets regarding their campaign.
The vision shifts, Ava is at the dining room table eating lunch, scrolling on her phone when a news article crossed her feed. News of a CEO who hid details of dangerous information their company hid it in the name of padding their bottom line. The article went on to detail what the information was, how it was uncovered, the consequences the CEO was facing, how badly the information planned to hurt the company over the coming years, shareholder reactions and number of lawsuits being brought. Ava saw her vision-self smile as she read the news, happy to see a corporation get some comeuppance.
The vision shifted a third time as she watched a viral clip from the recent session of the U.N. A world leader is giving a speech about how their country is being unfairly accused and targeted by sanctions and such. Their country's particular human rights abuses well documented and credible even as they denied the accusations regarding their governments policies. As they continue their voice suddenly cracks as truth comes, unbidden, as truths flow with ease and visible ease sets in. The world leader soon gave names, facts and admissions they never meant to give as Delegates murmured. The video spread like wildfire as people everywhere shared it, the government of said country collapsed after decades of corruption, lies were revealed and was quickly replaced by a more scrutinized government as the old leader was arrested and brought up on charges at the Hague. Again, Ava saw the vision-self smile.
As she saw powerful people feel compelled to tell the truth in one vision, in the other she saw herself naked in a mirror saying the words ''I wish I had the body of my dreams.'' Her body then started ahifting and changing until she was no longer short, average, plain looking with pasty skin frizzy hair and a thin, petite body, delicate arms and legs with no curves, a flat wide ass and stubby legs, but tall with flawless, beautiful skin, a slender, curvy frame, perky, round tits, toned, graceful arms, flat toned belly, shapely hips, cute, firm heart shaped ass and long, slender, smooth legs with inviting thighs and a relaxed posture that moved with effortless grace, yet commanded attention.
The vision shifted and Ava saw herself in the school hallway, still in her dream body, but instead of being ignored or avoided, she was now the center of attention surrounded by male and female students like they were old friends while hearing her disembodied voice say ''I wish I was popular.'' The vision seemed to rewind a bit with her arriving before being approached by Caleb Monroe, captain of the football team and frequent bully, now he was grinning at her with a newfound respect and admiration, his usual arrogance replaced by genuine warmth.
The vision shifted again, she was now at home, in the living room but everything looked off in a way she never expected, yet didn't exactly hate as she'd had various dirty dreams and fantasies like this. She, Mason with an equally sexy body and their parents also in sexy bodies were all shamelessly naked, and the scene was a little more explicit than she was used to. Ava was watching herself, Mason and their parents in the living room, all of them moving in a way that was new to her, but seemed familiar within the vision, their bodies in perfect sync. Their parents were in the center of the room, their bodies pressed together, their movements fluid and sensual, their breath shallow and heavy. Mason was on the couch, his body stretched out, one arm draped over the back while the other was wrapped around Ava's waist, pulling her closer. Their bodies moved together in a way that was both tender and passionate, their lips meeting in a slow, deep kiss that seemed to last forever. Ava then heard her disembodied voice say ''I wish the world's laws, social norms, morals, attitudes and taboos lined up with my sexual wants, desires and fantasies.'' As soon as she heard those words Ava knew why her family, in the vision, was nude and fucking, not caring that it was incest as it was no longer strange, wrong morally or legally.
The visions continued for both of them as their mom and dad waited with patience, but anticipation to see what their children would choose the air still heavy. Mason and Ava both chose their desire-based powers, the visions fading as they made their choices as the air was no longer heavy as Mason’s hands clenched around his spoon, his knuckles white. He glanced at Ava, who was staring at her plate, her fingers tracing the rim of her mug idly. Their parents leaned forward, eyes darting between the two of them, waiting. The air was no longer heavy with anticipation, but thick with tension.
''So, what did you each pick?'' Their mom asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes wide with curiosity.
Mason and Ava looked at each other, Ava blushing as Mason looked at her. They both felt their powers stir within them, knowing exactly how they worked the air around them crackling with latent energy.
Mason cleared his throat, his voice more confident as he this, then snapped his fingers and instantly his body transformed. His shoulders broadened, his chest expanded, and his arms filled out with muscle. His skin cleared up, his hair styled itself into a neat, fashionable cut, and his clothes morphed to fit his new physique perfectly. He looked down at his body, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, that's new." he said, flexing his arms to admire the definition.
Ava, on the other hand, simply smiled. Said the words 'I wish I had my dream body' internally and suddenly Mason, their father David and mother Linda saw Ava's body shift and transform. Her frizzy hair smoothed into sleek, glossy waves that cascaded down her neck. Her skin transformed, becoming flawless and glowing, her freckles fading into a soft, even complexion. Her frame elongated, her limbs toned and graceful. Her hips flared out slightly, her waist narrowing, and her breasts swelled into round, perky mounds. She looked down at herself, running her hands over her new curves, her smile widening as she felt the confidence surge through her.
Their mother gasped, her hand flying to her mouth as she took in Ava’s transformation. "Oh, my goodness, Ava! Mason!" she exclaimed. "You two look... so different now. Honestly you both look amazing, if you don't mind me saying.''
Ava smiled as she looked down at her new body, happy to see her power had done what she wanted giving her, her dream body. She felt warmth spread to her cheeks before turning to Mason, who was still flexing his biceps with a smirk. "She's not wrong, big bro. We look amazing." she teased, her voice carrying a new confidence. "Looks like we both got what we wanted."
Their father, David, let out a low whistle. "Well, I'll be damned. You two look… wow!" He said shaking his head. "I don’t know what to say."
Linda, now still a little shocked but gained her composure as did they all through use of her power to stabilize emotions, she slowly lowered her hand from her mouth as she steadied. She reached for her coffee, taking a slow sip, as she tried reconciling memory of what they used to look like with the reality of their current looks then set the mug down calmly. “Well,” she said carefully, eyes moving between them, “you two certainly know how to make an entrance.” there was warmth in her voice, a mix between pride and caution.
She then stood and walked around the table, studying Ava first, gently brushing a sleek strand of hair off her daughter’s shoulder.
“You’re beautiful, sweetheart. Truly. But I hope you understand that just because you look perfect, doesn't mean you are perfect.” her gaze sharpened slightly, not cold, but serious. “Remember, power doesn’t mean freedom from consequences.”
She then turned to Mason, giving him a final once-over that made him instinctively straighten.
“And you,” she added dryly, “try not to get into too much trouble, with that new body of yours.”
Mason grinned. “Don't worry, I'll only stick to the good kind.”
David leaned back in his chair, folding his hands on the table, calmly studying them both with a thoughtful expression like he did when he was thinking three steps ahead. “I’m guessing,” he said
carefully, “you both chose something… personal.”
Mason shrugged, unapologetic. “It felt right.”
Ava didn’t look away. “Mom told us to choose what would make us happy.”
Linda placed a hand on Ava's shoulder, her touch grounding and calm. “And that’s fine,” she said gently. “But listen, just because you can do something doesn’t mean you always should.”
David nodded once in agreement.
Mason shrugged. “It’s our birthday. Our choice.”
“And it was.” David agreed. “That’s the point.” He leaned forward now. “But I do want you both to understand something very clearly. Power reveals. It doesn’t change you; it amplifies what’s already there.”
A calm silence settled over the table. Linda's power helped soften the edge slightly. “We’re not angry,” she said gently. “But we expect maturity, from you both. You are still our children. You still have school and responsibilities. These powers don’t make you adults overnight.”
Mason glanced at his bowl of cereal, then at his transformed body. He then visualized the bowl as a plate, the milk and cereal as bacon, eggs and toast. He then snapped his fingers, and suddenly he had his new breakfast as it changed in an instant as 4 strips of his bacon, eggs and toast all cooked the way he liked and warm as steam curled up. Mason picked up a strip of bacon, inspecting it with curiosity, took a tentative bite before chewing and giving a small smile in quiet satisfaction.
His mom, dad and sister lifted their eyebrows with David saying "Well, that's useful."
''Yeah, especially on those days when we're running late and grab a granola bar. You can change it to something more substantial on the bus for both of us." Ava replied.
Linda then took a sip of her coffee asking "How's it work, sweetie? Do you just decide or picture what you want?"
Mason cleared his throat after finishing a bite of eggs "I have to visualize it first, then snap to change whatever I'm changing." he then demonstrated by snapping for no reason and nothing happened.
''Good to know, just try not to use your power to eat too unhealthily. Just because you can give yourself the perfect body you don't know about your health, at least not without a proper check-up."
David added before he looked to Ava to ask "What about yours, sweetie? Visualize too or different?"
Ava set her mug down as Mason agreed not to eat too badly before she answered "Mine's simpler. I just have to... want it."
Linda's eyes shifted sharply, not suspiciously, just at the wording. "Want it like want or want?" she said emphasizing her meaning.
"Want with intent behind it." Ava replied holding her mother's gaze evenly and calmly as she told a half truth, withholding her power being Wish Granting.
"Ranges?" Linda asked.
"Don't know, feels like only me, definitely nowhere near Mom's." Mason replied with a shrug as his visions didn't give a good sense of distance.
"Feels like it might just be me." Ava added.
''Well, that's good to know. At least you both seem to have control mechanisms, more than some get." David as he leaned back taking a bite of food.
Linda gave a small nod in agreement before adding, "Yeah, remember the Henderson boy? Wind manipulation. First sneeze and he knocked half their fence down."
Mason winced. "Ooh, yeah. Or like Uncle Joel?"
"Yes, like Uncle Joel, thankfully he learned a mask can keep him from affecting others with their worst fears." Linda said.
Breakfast settled into something quieter. The initial shock had faded, replaced with the familiar rhythm of forks against plates and coffee cups against wood as the conversation moved towards retellings of their parents and how it helped them and their families at 18. Their mother's voice was steady, that held a pain remembering the long-healed pain of her youth of how her father used to get drunk, angry and take it out on her mother, and brother. However, once she turned 18, he still got drunk but never hit them again. On the night of her 18th birthday, he came home, angry as usual, but just stopped. He still got drunk and angry but never tipped over that edge; almost like something heavy had been drained out of him due to her power stabilizing emotions. As she went on Mason and Ava listened respectfully even though they'd heard it dozens of times over the years, especially the past few years as their own 18th birthday drew closer.
Linda ended with "Once I realized why he was no longer hitting us I cried for about two hours, not because I was scared, but because he no longer had the power, he once did over us. Never hit me. Joel or Mom again after that and Mom no longer feared the repercussions of divorcing him."
Once finished the kitchen felt quieter, not tense but grounded. So much so that David reached over and squeezed Linda's hand once as Mason and Ava held her gaze, thankful they never had to deal with that, but sad that their mother did.
David then cleared his throat before retelling how his saved his family too, but in a less dramatic, but no less painful way. He'd grown up with his family struggling financially, rolling coins for gas at the best of times or bread and milk during the worst of times. But at 18 and choosing financial stabilization which resulted in finding 20 dollars under couch cushions, coat pockets he and his family hadn't worn in months and scratch-off lottery tickets. Nothing flashy or big, just small wins, enough that life became more bearable. ''Mom realized about a week later when she realized she wasn't as stressed while going over bills.''
David then looked at Mason's transformed plate and body before glancing to Ava's changed body too saying ''My theory is everyone's powers, both the one they do and don't choose helps, in some way relating to what they truly want, both are similar because of that.''
Mason nodded as it seemed like a solid theory before their father then shifted gears with a practical tone ''But that brings us to registering. We'll do it Monday morning."
Mason groaned as he said, "Why does paperwork always have to make things sound boring and mundane.''
Ava smirked before turning to their mom as she said, ''It's more for an ability profile for safety records.''
''So, they'll test us? Ava asked.
''Just to classify scope, your control, volatility, public risk and possible protocols in case of an emergency.'' Linda reassured.
''Are colleges notified?" Ava asked.
''It's a matter of public record, some schools care, some don't. Depends on how applicable it is and can modify tuition, accommodations, things like that.'' their father added.
Mason smirked as he leaned back, ''So I'm officially a 'culinary upgrade system.'"
That got a laugh from them all before David looked at his watch and said "God is it that time already? Speaking of school, finish up breakfast you two and I'll give you a ride to school. Powers and birthday aside, life doesn't stop.”
Mason blinked. “Seriously, dad?”
“Yes,” David replied evenly. He pointed lightly between them. “You two will have all weekend to experiment. Today, we expect you to behave. No showing off.''
Linda added quietly, “And no using your powers to escape responsibility.”
That line hung as Ava lowered her gaze slightly before speaking internally 'I wish they’d remember telling us we could stay home on our birthday last week.'
After her wish the shift was seamless. No ripple, flash or distortion. Like a puzzle piece sliding into place. Linda paused mid-motion, blinking as her brows furrowed, expression tightening. “Wait,” she said, turning to David. “What are you talking about? We already told them last week they could stay home today.”
David blinked once, as if he suddenly remembered something he'd said “...That’s right. We did." a faint crease appearing between his brows before his face smoothed "My mistake.”
Linda waved it off, reaching for her coffee. “Well, it’s been a busy week.” She looked between Mason and Ava again, her expression softening. “But, since we’re not rushing out the door… I suppose we can actually breathe for a second.”
Mason exhaled hesitating for a fraction of a second before saying ''That's right, you did."
It wasn't much longer before breakfast was finished with them talking casually before putting their plates in the dishwasher. “Well, I suppose since you two aren't going to school today, we're just going to ask you not to waste the day and try not to try going too big, too fast as that's when powers are the most dangerous. Not because of strength, but curiosity. Remember you have the weekend too.'' David said to them both before walking out the door.
“Just test carefully.” their mother said with calm love following behind her husband.
Mason gave a lazy salute while Ava smiled sweetly and replied ''Don't worry, Mom and Dad. We won't be reckless.
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Once they were done with breakfast their mom and dad both head off for work, leaving Mason and Ava alone in the house. The house felt, different. Still the same walls. Same furniture, just lighter.
Mason leaned back against the kitchen counter; arms folded loosely over his broader chest. He looked at Ava for a second before speaking.
“So,” he started, more measured, “what were your options? Obviously, I think I can guess.” Mason asked his voice a little more confident now that he felt like he could take on the world with is new body.
Ava was still sitting, quietly before she looked to him, her new body making her feel like she was finally being seen, even if it was her twin. ''My choices were between make people tell the truth.'' she exhaled softly. ''Or... make things happen, only for me though. As I told Mom I have to want it though.''
Mason studied her face before saying “And obviously you chose the second... given...” Mason trailed off gesturing to her noticing, even sitting her shoulders were back and chin lifted. Like she wasn’t trying to fold herself smaller anymore.
Ava gave a small, almost shy smile as she nodded before saying “I hated how I looked before.” she admitted quietly. “Every time I caught my reflection, it just… confirmed it. I felt invisible. Like it was already decided that's all I was going to be.”
She twirled a sleek lock of hair between her fingers, almost absentmindedly. “But now I don’t feel like if I were to walk into school or a crowded room, I'll feel be seen, you know? Like I'm not... invisible anymore.''
Mason didn’t joke this time. He nodded slowly. “Yeah, I get that.” he said pushing off the counter, flexing his hand experimentally, watching the way the muscles shifted under his skin. "I always felt like that. Like I was just... ugly, blending into the background, you know? Like nobody ever 'saw' me. But now?''
"What about your other choice? What was it?" Ava asked as she stood now.
“It was… similar. Still changing things, just bigger. More useful, still had to picture it though.” He shrugged lightly. “Helping fix damaged areas. Restoring things. That kind of stuff.”
“And obviously like me, you didn’t take it.”
He shook his head once. “When I saw what I could do, what it felt like and then saw myself like this?” He exhaled softly. “How was I supposed to walk away from it?”
He looked at her directly now. “Maybe it’s vain. Maybe we both are. But wanting to feel seen for once? That’s not the worst thing in the world, is it?” Mason asked thinking he already knew what she'd say.
Ava’s expression softened. "No, it's not." she said quietly. ''So, what're you gonna do today with your new... *abilities*?'' she asked, her voice teasing as she watched him flex his arms again. ''I mean, besides admiring yourself in every reflective surface.'' she said teasingly as she pretended to flex.
Mason laughed, the sound light and genuine, his new confidence making it easy for him to tease back. ''Oh please, like you won't be doing the same.'' he countered teasingly.
Ava laughed, her new curves making even the simple motion feel more deliberate, more *intentional*. ''Oh, you wish. I’ve got better things to do than admire myself all day.'' Ava said, her voice playful as she stood up from the table, her new body moving with a grace she'd never felt before. ''I was thinking of testing out my powers. You know, see what they can really do.''
Mason looked at her, his smirk fading as he considered her suggestion. ''You mean like... experiments?'' he asked, his voice hesitant.
Ava nodded, her eyes sparkling with excitement. ''Yeah, exactly. I mean, we've got all weekend to practice, right? Might as well make the most of it.''
Mason thought about it for a moment before nodding. ''Alright, but nothing too crazy.''
"I think I can show restraint. Or were you talking about yourself?" Ava joked as she walked off chuckling, leaving Mason alone in the dining room. He stood against the counter for a moment, staring at the empty chair where Ava had been sitting, a small smile playing on his lips. He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen his sister so... confident. So *happy*. It was a good look on her, he decided.
He pushed off the counter, his new body moving with an ease and grace he'd never experienced before. He walked to the living room, his footsteps echoing in the suddenly too-quiet house. He flopped down on the couch, his body sinking into the cushions in a way that felt *right*. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, as he tried to wrap his head everything he could do now. He could change, modify or alter existing reality with a thought making any thought or fantasy a *physical reality*. This includes objects, aspects of his or others' bodies, bringing fictional characters into *physical reality*, but knew he couldn't create matter, change, modify or alter the fundamentals laws of physics.
But he knew he could change existing objects or matter, so long as it was tangible and existed. All he needed to do was to visualize it, focus on it, and think it into being with a snap of his fingers. He could change the color of his shirt, the shape of the couch, or even the layout of the room. He could make a coffee mug disappear or turn it into a golden chalice. He could make the walls of the house vanish or make it seem like the sky was inside the room. He could make his parents appear younger or older, or even change their clothes. He could make the house bigger or smaller, or even move it.
As he thought, Mason opened his eyes leaned forward and reached for the remote control on the coffee table. He turned on the T.V., put on Netflix and started scrolling through the options. He settled on a movie he'd seen a few times, more for background noise as he continued thinking about his new powers. *Suicide Squad* started playing, the opening credits rolling as he leaned back, his eyes scanning the room, his mind racing with possibilities. He then