Jeff excused himself as Brandon set up the game, shouting out a quick "Bathroom" as he hurried up the steps to his bedroom where the Chronivac sat. His profile was still on the display and Jeff frowned as he clicked on Brandon's name, bringing up the other boy's stats.
Subject: Brandon Heighs
Age: 14
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 123 lb
Ethnicity: 25% Danish/25% American/50% English
Sexuality: Bisexual
Body type: Average-slim
Body Hair Index (0-10): 0
Penis Length (Erect): 4 1/2 in.
Circumcised: No
Relationship Status: Boyfriend - Jeff Castellanos
The results were as he'd expected, if nothing particularly impressive. Jeff had forgotten that, even if his 14-year-old mind could handle attraction, the idea of sex in the literal sense would seem weird to any other 14-year-old.
Jeff let his mouse hover over the settings, contemplating potential changes. So far he'd been 16, 10, and 14. 16 had definitely been his best--he felt his dick stiffening at the memory--but why not go further? How would he look as a real adult? And if he changed Brandon as well then he could finally have the relief he wanted. Jeff pondered it for a moment before nodding; after all, anything that happened could be undone with a click of the mouse.
"Hey, Jeff!" Brandon called from downstairs. "You coming?"
"Just a second!" Jeff yelled back, selecting age 21 and watching Brandon's digital body alter and reshape to fit the new parameters. Unfortunately it seemed that, unlike Jeff, Brandon wouldn't have nearly so dramatic a change; he grew to a towering 6'3" but stayed skinny and smooth, only a path of curly blond hair in the middle of his chest adding to his masculinity. It wasn't what he'd hoped, and the idea of changing it crossed his mind.
'What the hell,' Jeff decided, 'it isn't like he'd remember it anyway.' A few clicks and the image of Brandon changed again, Jeff's fingers dancing over the keys as he amped the other boy's traits to something he approved of.
Subject: Brandon Heighs
Age: 21
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 185 lb
Ethnicity: 25% Danish/25% American/50% English
Sexuality: Homosexual
Body type: Muscular-athletic
Body Hair Index (0-10): 6
Penis Length (Erect): 9 in.
Circumcised: No
Sex Drive (0-10): 8
His relationship status changed--as expected, given that a 21-year-old wouldn't be involved with a 14-year-old--but Jeff brushed it aside, knowing that it would change once he aged himself up. He clicked apply, barely casting a glance to the timer before he backtracked to his own profile. However, it was there that he encountered a problem.
WARNING: 24-hour Transformation Limit Reached. Chronivac will resume functions at 2:33 PM tomorrow. Have a nice day!
Jeff jumped as the screen went dark, his profile vanishing. "Crap!" he hissed, punching the keys in hopes of bringing back the icon, but to no avail.
A sound came from downstairs and Jeff pushed himself out of his chair, frowning as he exited his room. 14 was too old to need a babysitter and Brandon wasn't his boyfriend anymore, so why would he still be there?
The sound came again as Brandon made his way downstairs, his memories shifting as he did. No longer were his memories ruled by Brandon as his boyfriend. There were vague traces of Brandon as abeefy high-schooler when Jeff was in elementary school, his mother having him come over to fix things every so often, and then...
Jeff stopped dead in the doorway to the kitchen, his heart jumping to his throat at the sight of the man who was mere moments ago a lanky 14-year-old. Brandon was everything Jeff wanted him to be; tall, broad-shouldered, his bulging pecs and cut abs covered with a faint dust of curly blond hair. His jaw was broad and coated with hair--not quite a beard but more than stubble--and he was wearing nothing but a pair of cargo shorts. He was downing a beer but as Jeff entered he put it down, a grin splitting his face, and suddenly Jeff realized that the very traits he'd wanted--and the very man he'd planned to fuck once he was the same age--were far more intimidating when he was still a teenager.
"Well, well, well," Brandon said in a gravelly voice, running a hand across his chest as he took a step forward. "If it isn't little Jeffy..."