Jeff typed in what he wanted done, eager and excited to test out how these percentiles would be interpreted by the Chronivac. He hurried about in his pursuit of this - wondering what exactly would happen to him in the course of the transformation, and how it would change his life if at all. He set the length of the transformation to five minutes, wanting to watch it happen in motion and not just see it occur in a done in one. He wanted to really experience this.
And he was surprised as the transformation began with the fact that it seemed to start by bulking him up significantly. His clothes stretched and creaked from strain as his body piled on weight and muscle. He was initially thrilled when he saw his pecs bulge out and form a significant shelf, far stronger and much larger than what he was used to. He half expected his core to grow a set of strong abs to be desired in turn...only for him to hear a gurgle from there and see his waistline expand.
His torso and stomach bulged out with weight, taking on a much more bulky less toned and cut look, more the linebacker than the quarterback. He felt his back correspondingly expand and strengthen, widening and developing strong, broad contours. All across him muscles surged to life in ways he was not familiar. His quads and hamstrings exploded with strength and size, pushing outward and stressing his shorts. Enough that he could honestly see the outline of his manhood...and was that thing thicker than usual?
His shoulders were of course his finest feature, bulking out and forming a wide, well muscled form that enhanced his intimidation factor. Nobody would fuck with Jeff as he was now, and he felt a surging sense of testosterone and aggression through him. He realized what this likely meant, and tried to keep a cool head going forward. He didn't want to be too aggressive with people and alienate friends.
Then they'd better not fuck with me, Jeff thought despite himself. He was tired of being the "good nerd", waiting for a payoff for his "niceness". Now he was gonna assert himself. Well, try to and try not to be too much of a bastard while doing so.
He felt a stinging sensation from his forehead, and he cursed outloud, "Oh motherfucker!!" He rubbed his forehead, two points in particular causing his ache. For some reason the seat of his shorts felt odd, offputting somehow. And as he watched himself, he chuckled somewhat dully as he saw hair blossom across his body. His form so incredibly masculine. His hair was thick especially on his chest, poking out from under his shirt. He flexed a huge, well muscled arm and tapped the bicep with one finger, the nail thicker and hard.
He looked at the Chronivac and saw it finish up. He smirked, so this was the result of 10%...