John decided he saw a pretty good way to handle the two gamer boys, especially when he heard them bragging about how high their score was in their little game. It sounded like it was some sort of military shooter - designed to pump up the patriotism and testosterone of those playing it already. It let those two feel tough and strong, even if they would eventually leave the game and go back to the regretfully low tier on the social hierarchy they usually operated out of. But why make them have to leave it in such a state...? John decided he had a pretty good idea indeed - he set up the Chronivac and started scanning the boys.
Ethan Wilde was a tall and very skinny young man, bushy blond hair almost covering his hazel colored eyes, he wore a loose long sleeved jacket over a short sleeve button up shirt, jeans, and boots. Ethan would be handsome if he had a bit more meat on his bones, but alas, he didn't exactly eat very well. Ethan was known around the campus for being quite luckless with the women he tried to go out with - he very quickly wore out his welcome, and was entirely too awkward to come off as very charming.
So maybe this would help him somehow...?
The other guy was Nathaniel Malbourne, the "disappointing middle child" of the Malbourne family. They were a rather odd bunch that moved in six months ago, the two eldest sons on the football team and doing very well for themselves - those being Zeke and Tom Malbourne. Despite being a year apart, they more or less resembled each other enough to be called "the hot twins". Nathaniel on the other hand was pale, his dark hair badly cut by Nathan himself, his light blue eyes covered by blocky glasses. His build could best be described as stocky - supposedly there was some good muscle under there, but he looked nowhere near as good as his brothers. He wore a green polo shirt, slacks and sneakers.
Perhaps this would give Nate a bit of a chance...?
John decided to set things up in a rather particular way. Every single round they completed in the game, each of which seemed to last about five minutes, would change them a little bit more into the sorts of guys that populated those games - muscled, strong, and athletic, clean cut military men. Seeing as the two of them were about halfway through a game right now, it seemed like a great time to get things started. John was feeling pretty eager to see how the two of them developed from here...
Meanwhile, as Ethan Wilde and Nate Malbourne continued their game, neither of them noticed the slight tingle that precipitated the start of the effects of the Chronivac on them.
"You're looking pretty slow today, Nate," Ethan cajoled him with a smile.
"Is that a knock at my weight, bro? I'll have you know I'm the one with the attack helicopter right now." Nate grinned and shot back, scratching the back of his neck.
The time was whittling down, and Nate started to pull ahead in points, killing more of the enemy units in the game than Ethan could keep up with due to his late acquisition. "Who's looking slow today?" Nate asked in a cocky tone, "Seems you're a lot more quiet now that I'm kicking your ASS!"
John watched as Nate came away with the round's lead in points, Ethan whining as the game concluded, "Well, the copter's just plain fair and balanced in gameplay, sure, sure," His voice riven with sarcasm, "Bet you wouldn't have won if you didn't luck out."
"Well, sorry for using something that's absolutely part of the game." Nate gloated.
Neither of them noticed the changes coming to their bodies. Nate's gut slimmed down a bit while his chest, shoulders and arms toned up, his chubby face started to become a bit less blubbery, a few of the excess jowls pulling in as he became more athletic in appearance. Nate's sleeves seemed to pull in and ease off, his shirt gradually becoming a slightly darker green tank top. It stopped there however as John watched Nate's legs and glutes tone up while retaining their size.
Whereas Ethan's body started packing on the good kind of size. His chest pressed out more, even as his jacket altered suddenly and became a tight fitting vest over his shirt, which itself was starting to shift into a camo pattern shirt. Shoulders broadening, back widening, arms growing more powerfully built - biceps and triceps fighting for room. His abs etched themselves slowly, his stomach looking merely tight and strong - though if he flexed as hard as he could he'd show abs. Ethan lightly kicked his leg as he felt his quads and thighs tighten and grow, calves following as his ass grew stronger as well.
For now the transformation ended, but it was only a matter of time until it resumed. Both young men stood there, unawares as of yet, and then Ethan said, "You ready for round 2, Nate? I got your number this time!" Ethan seemed more focused, his mind starting to change as his body had...