It was funny. Before my powers took hold, this young boy was clearly scared but tried to mask it with a strong look on his face. It showed how desperately he wanted to get older despite any consequences that may come to him. How interesting, this might be more entertaining then I thought.
That expression of strength soon changed, however, into an expression of joy when he noticed that he was slowly getting taller.
"I-it's working? I'm acUalY gEtIng OlDer?" I couldn't help but let out a chuckle when his voice cracked. Brad was entering his awkward teen years. It was quite funny seeing him reacting to things like patchy stubble, or even acne with childlike glee. Somehow I think he wouldn't be celebrating these things if he had aged normally.
As he left his awkward phase, puberty was kicking into high gear for him. He grew so much that he was now taller than me. His face was getting sharper and square-shaped with a generous helping of stubble. His body was also starting to bulk up with muscle, and lots of it. Big bulky arms, strong long legs, and was that an eight pack? I didn't know much about sports, but he must have been good at them to get a body like that at such a young age. Unsurprisingly, the underwear that he had as a child couldn't fit the large adult he was now. So, it broke revealing a much larger cock that was growing more erect as time went by.
"W-wow, I'm so hot now!" Brad exclaimed. I have to agree with him on that. Especially with new his deeper and sultry voice. Damn.
Suddenly, Brad started to look a bit shy and began to whisper something, "Uh, hey. Can I ask you something?"
"Just don't do it in front of me." Tch, of course, this would happen if a kid suddenly turned into an adult. I shouldn't have expected an-
"N-no! That's not it!" Brad shouted, suddenly interrupting my train of thought. "T-there was another reason why I wanted to grow up now. Something I couldn't tell George. You see, I-I'm gay, and my Mother never accepted that. Uh, and, well. That being said, I-I-I wanted to thank you for all you have done for me. S-so, d-do you want to be my first time?"
"...WHAT!?" Out of everything he could have said that was the last thing I expected. I initially wanted to age him further, but I couldn't concentrate on that after that bombshell. What should I do? What if I lose my job for abuse of power. I just got this job.
"P-please?" Brad murmured to me with a puppy dog-like stare that was enhanced by how sexy his face was. How on earth could I say no to that!? ...Screw it! If he didn't care about the consequences, then I wouldn't either!
"S-sure." We ended up going to a furniture store, and with time still stopped, no one was going to bother us. Geez, I knew I was going to get entertained, but not like this. As Brad was choosing a bed, I suddenly got self-conscious. Brad looked like a Hollywood star and I was not...
Wait a minute, why was I being self-conscious? I was Father Time, after all! While I haven't experimented with power in particular, perhaps I could change my own history.
First thing was first, I used my powers to remove my clothes just like Brad. I wasn't going to need them with what I was about to do. Next, it was time to use my powers by changing my history so that I was born with great genetics and worked out like a football player all my life.
Suddenly, after I said that, my body was changing to the new history. All my muscles began to puff up to sizes I didn't think was possible for me to reach before I got my powers. No wonder Brad looked so happy while getting older. It felt so great getting stronger in an instant. I have to do this again sometime. I might still be smaller than Brad, but any insecurity I had clocked out.
"I think this bed is good. What do you th-" Seems like Brad had finally chosen a bed and wasn't expecting me to suddenly turn into a brawny stud like him.
"Well, what do you think? Is this body pleasing for you?"
"Y-Yes!" Without hesitation, he grabbed me and pulled me in. Our lips crushed together as we began hungrily kissing each other. Although it wasn't long before Brad pulled away shyly.
"Uh, how was that? I'm not a bad kisser am I?"
"Well, you could use more practice, but thankfully we have all the time in the world." This time I led Brad to hands to my solid ass, and I found myself squeezing Brad's pecs as we began making out once more.