"It's, um..." Jacob cringed at the sound of his squeaky, pubescent voice. It had been great fun playing with his boyish alto when he had been alone at home, but now - when he had to convince his suddenly-gigantic co-worker to stop playing with a ticking time bomb - it just felt small and silly. "It's nothing, really. Just this, uh...character creator I found. There's, um, a bunch of...private stuff on there, so if you could stop - "
"Private, huh?" Kris's grin widened as he held the Chronivac beyond Jacob's gawky grasp. "What're you using this for, squirt? Make yourself some hunky guys to *ahem* enjoy?"
"Knock it off, Kris." Rick chimed in. "Who cares if he's gay?"
"Hey, I think it's awesome that the kid can be out at such a young age. I'm just curious about what his type is." Jacob was so flustered by the conversation that he couldn't do anything but sit there and burn in embarrassment from head to toe. It was enough of a shock to learn that he was out to his co-workers in this reality too, but the whole thing was made so much worse by the condescending and cocksure way that Kris was talking to him. It felt to Jacob like his co-worker somehow would find a picture of some hot guy on the Chronivac, a mortifying thought that distracted him long enough for Kris to find a button that could do some damage.
"'Repeat Effect?' So if I hit this, I'll see the latest bit of spank material you made for yourself?" Kris snickered as Jacob finally found his voice and raised it in protest - doing so just as Jacob pressed the button.
"Whoa!" Jacob raised his eyebrows as he was flooded with sensation. "Does this pervy thing vibrate, too? I..."
The young man's wonderings were cut short when he saw the hairs on his arm swirl back into his skin, a sight that made him cry out and drop the Chronivac like a hot coal. Jacob managed to catch the device, but then nearly dropped it himself as he stared mouth agape at the transformation Kris was undergoing. As fascinating as it had been to watch himself turn into a thirteen-year-old, it was another sensation entirely to look on as the fit young man who had been teasing him a moment prior lost height and strength and definition, to see the confusion and horror on his increasingly cute face as he tumbled back through his developmental years. Jacob dimly realized halfway through the transformation that his diminished cock was rock hard.
Kris, it turned out, had been something of a late bloomer, a fact that became apparent when the process finally ended and left him even shorter than Jacob and a bit chubby to boot. His fauxhawk had melted into a simple, boyish part, golden brown strands framing a very bright and very surprised pair of sapphire eyes. His cheeks were round and rosy, their softness only rivaled by his adorably dimpled chin. His clothes, like Jacob's, had shifted into something more befitting a thirteen-year-old nerd - a simple polo shirt and a pair of khakis, to which was clipped an ID that identified him as the other middle-school member of the IT team. Kris was attempting to process this all at once and was having a great deal of trouble in doing so.
"Wha...what is...how did..." He whimpered as he looked over his adolescent self. Suddenly he set a pair of accusatory eyes on Jacob, but was cut off before he could say anything by James striding into the room and right up to them.
"What're you guys up to?" He asked, looming over the pair of thirteen-year olds with a paternal air.
"HE - !" Kris jabbed a finger at Jacob, cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red at his pitch. "He did this to me somehow! He turned me into...THIS! I look like I did when I was in middle school!"
James rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.
"You are in middle school, Kris. You and Jacob. I was glad to bring two kids as gifted as you guys on board - please don't give me reason to regret that."
With that, James strode off, leaving Kris to sputter impotently in a tumult of befuddlement and despair. The man turned boy gaped after his boss for a moment - and then spun back on Jacob, who swallowed as he held up his hands in defense.
"W-wait just a second, Kris," he pleaded as he gestured to the Chronivac. "This was what made you thirteen again - "
"THIRTEEN?!"
Jacob winced and looked around at a room of disapproving glares as Kris squealed at him.
" - yes, thirteen. It did the same thing to me - I'm supposed to be twenty-eight, but it made it so everyone thinks that I'm actually a seventh grader. But I can fix it - I'll fix it right now, and then I'll explain everything, okay?"
Kris stared at Jacob as though he'd grown a third arm, but at least he wasn't shouting anymore. After what felt like a lifetime of deliberation, the boy...