Mr. Turin paused for a moment, as if hoping someone would volunteer to be first. Eventually, he sighed and said "You have nothing to be afraid of, boys. Maybe I was a little boisterous calling the device a DILFnator. You see, it can both increase or decrease a person's age at will, not just turn you into sexy, sexy daddies. A little fact I'm sure someone here may already be aware of...". I winced a little as Mr. Turin appeared to look directly at me, before continuing. "The purpose of our experiment here is to make each of you the same age as your father, or closest male relation. Each one of you was chosen to give us a varying end result to really push the limits of this device and prove it to be worthy of showcasing to your parents at the end of camp. Imagine their faces when you greet them looking as old as they are! Who knows, you might even like it!". More silence. Everyone was either unwilling to participate or too afraid to reveal to their fellow campers that they wanted to. "Well, if nobody wants to volunteer then I'm afraid I'll have to pick... You".
He twisted to his left and pointed at Frank. He yelped and stammered "M-me!? But I'm a counsellor, I'm supposed to be exempt from these things! It's in the camp rules!"
Mr Turin tutted softly. "Now now, don't be so pedantic. Those are merely guidelines. As a counsellor, you swore an oath to set a good example to your fellow campers, and to provide assistance to those who need it. I believe now is one of those moments. As I said, you all were chosen for this experiment at hand. I believe you were you born as a result of teen pregnancy, correct?"
Frank blushed redder than his uncombed hair. "Uhm, yes... My parents were 15 when they... You know... And I was born a year later... But they're still together and they worked their butts off to get to where we are now! There's nothing wrong with..."
"Yes, yes" Mr. Turin interjected with a wave of his hand. "I don't need a sob story. I just needed confirmation that you have the smallest age gap between your father and yourself on this campsite, a mere 16 year difference. I believe it stands to reason that you should go first"
Before Frank could respond, Mr. Turin whipped out the ray gun and fired its laser square at Frank's chest. He stumbled back with a shocked expression, while everyone waited with baited breath. Like when I shot George, he didn't appear to be in any pain, yet you could tell something was going to happen.
It started with a sudden growth spurt, adding a much needed half a foot onto Frank's height. His already thin frame became more gaunt as a result, lasting a few seconds before his body bulked up. His thin arms and legs grew past their original stick-thin size and into herculean territory. His upper arms inflated with muscle, almost shredding the sleeves of his shirt. Likewise, his baggy shorts were soon stretched taut as his thighs blew up to epic proportions.
Embarrassed by this growth, Frank tried to tug down on his shrinking shirt as it became more of a buttoned crop top. Ginger hairs rolled across his exposed stomach, while thick ginger pubes spilled out from his tiny shorts. Meanwhile, his shoulders and chest broadened significantly. So much so that a few of his shirt buttons snapped off and freed his hair-covered chest to us. He brought a hand up to his furry pecs, and blushed as he felt them. He blushed more once he noticed the huge boner that bulged out from his short shorts, possibly twice as large as it was mere minutes ago, and threatening to snap the waistband at any moment.
Meanwhile, Frank's teen acne crisis seemed to clear up in moments, leaving him with clear, if freckly, skin. He lost any remaining baby fat in the face as his cheekbones and jaw grew rectangular and pronounced. His smooth skin lasted mere minutes before pinpricks of red stubble scattered across his lower face and down the front of his neck, complementing his messy bedhead to give him an almost manufactured dishevelled look. As faint lines indented his brow, it appeared his ordeal had come to an end.
We all stared at the half-naked man before us, struggling to believe what we just witnessed. Mr. Turin, however, applauded and shouted "There we are! Your 16 year old camp counsellor has doubled in age to become this strapping 32 year old man!". Mr. Turin held his hands out to the new man like he was showcasing a new car and waited for an applause that never came.
Frank himself looked less than pleased as he stretched his back out of discomfort, causing the rest of his shirt buttons to pop off, revealing an impressive six pack dusted with a light amount of hair. He groaned and rubbed a hand over his stubbly face, muttering in a deep rumble "I'm a counsellor... Shouldn't be humiliated like this...".
I, however, couldn't believe he was unhappy. He was a scrawny, bland teenager beforehand, and now he had the good locks and tight, athletic body of a model. He also looked different from the big brutes I'd previously seen affected by the ray gun. Mr. Turin looked ready to pick the next participant. I looked at my fellow campers to see some looked terrified, others looked eager, and nobody knew who would be next.
So I was surprised when Mr. Turin set the device down. "Alas" he said, with a sad note in his voice, "I must leave you growing boys and make sure the other groups are settling into their experiments". He slid the ray gun over to Frank, along with a piece of folded paper. "It's a list of everyone's names and how many years you'll need to age them by." he explained. "I'll be back in half an hour, and I'd better see a room brimming with maturity and masculinity when I come back!". With that, the man briskly left the cabin and left us alone.
Frank examined the device in his hands, slowly and meticulously. It was almost like he was toying with the idea of making himself young again. The moment was brief, however, as he unfolded the list of names with a sigh. "Alright, let's just get this over and done with..." he growled with annoyance. "Next up is..."