Bryce chuckled as he pulled up and rewrote Mr. Lance Hundul's stats. The shrinking program was already running, but he shifted Lance's body mass index down to 11%, and made him super muscular, and reduced his age to 23, and then he made Lance totally gay.
"Now Mr. Brewster, I assure you that Andrew did not mean to imply that you were homosexual or that homosexuality is good or bad," Mr. Hundul said with a meaningful glare at Andrew, as he spoke to red-faced Mr. Brewster.
"Well, I-uh," Mr. Brewster's demeanor seemed to soften, as the tent in his trousers rose. He hadn't noticed how hot Mr. Hundul was before. "I know you young men sometimes have a vernacular all your own."
Lance was confused, he was older than Mr. Brewster, but maybe the gym sessions were paying off more than he realized. But since Mr. Brewster seemed calmer, he let it go. His eyes drifted toward Mr. Brewster's crotch, and he licked his lips. Maybe?
"Mr. Hundul?" Mr. Brewster said.
"Oh, uh, sorry, Andrew, please apologize to Mr. Brewster for the misunderstanding?" Mr. Hundul said raising his eyebrow and staring at Andrew.
"Oh, um, yessir, um. Mr. Brewster, sir, I'm sorry if I said anything to upset you, sir. Was totally unintended, sir." Andrew bit his lip. He hadn't realized how young his boss was, and he was younger than him. Why hadn't Andrew ever noticed that Mr. Hundul was fresh out of college - or should have been. Andrew had worked for Mr. Hundul for over five years. So Mr. Hundul was his teenage boss when he started? Andrew rubbed his temples, "I have a headache. Sorry." He headed back to his cubicle rubbing his head.
"I'm afraid some people in this business get easily stressed out, but Andrew is basically a good worker," Lance explained uncertainly.
"Well, my accounts appear to be in order. Perhaps you should give him some time off. I know from experience that older workers are often stressed by having younger bosses."
"Huh? Oh, I don't - well, I'll take that under advisement, Mr. Brewster."
He adjusted his collar. His size 42 chest had grown to a size 48, while his size 36 trousers had dropped to a size 28, fortunately, his belt buckle had moved up the holes to properly cinch his trousers. Mr. Hundul glanced down at his tight shirt and baggy pants. Then he remembered the Chronivac. He must have activated that program. He couldn't shrink in front of Mr. Brewster or Ms. Hanrahan.
"Well, I have some work to do in my office. Ms. Hanrahan, please don't disturb me for the next 4 hours."
He hurried to his office. He closed the blinds, and locked the door. Then he saw Bryce in his office chair at the Chronivac.
"Bryce?"