Cody took a good few minutes to flex and enjoy every curve and every bulge from his newly muscled build - at eighteen the ginger hair that marked him as a social nobody instead gave him distinction together with his muscled build. He took off his clothes except for his boxers, tight as they were, and posed and preened in the bathroom, enjoying the look he had with his new body. He smiled and gave his reflection "come fuck me" eyes, and almost felt his cock jump to full erection in his boxers.
The new eighteen year old did some bodybuilding poses, some modeling poses, and went upstairs to try on clothes that had until recently been far too big or outside his social circle. He put on a large sized button up black shirt with golden pins and what had once been an ill fit for Cody now made him look like a dashing Lothario coming to introduce some ingenue new to college to sexual experience. He played into such an impression, "You ever fucked a bisexual man, young lady? I'm experienced in pleasuring men and women." He winked.
The young man grinned and gave his cock an experimental little tug which almost made him shiver from how good it felt. Damn but this was incredible. If he was this good at eighteen... Dare he go any further? Cody cupped his chin and decided he wouldn't have made it to this level of fitness and appearance if he was not daring. He debated it to himself.
The fact was that at eighteen he was a stud, pure and simple. With his loins directed as they were he would be free to obtain sex in any combination of male and female that he so desired, but there was always the chance of acquiring more. And wouldn't that be good for him? If this was good, just imagine him even more matured, even more muscularly developed, with an addition of a career to give him a buoy via money and affluence?
But what if some unforeseen element slipped in? This device seemed the type for it. He couldn't let this get out of control. He had to keep himself from changing just for its own sake. Doing things just to experiment or to feel good even moreso. He had a life he intended to live, not just change up in a flash on the Chronivac.
He shook his head, and decided maybe one or a few more changes would be good. Then he could move on as he pleased or use this thing as an instrument for changing others. Surely there were people who needed or deserved a change.
Cody loaded it up again as he returned to his computer, and promptly went to change his age yet again. He tapped his chin as he contemplated the exact number...