Shane bit the inside of his lips. He wasn’t sure if he’d made the good decision, but while the two others were discussing, he had opened the 3D preview of the new Eileen, and toggled with the profile to make further changes. For now, he always seemed to leave everyone happier with their changes, and he was still working towards this goal. What could it hurt to make them just a bit more desirable according to his standards? He was helping him still, after all.
"I’ll go with Keith", Eileen piped up timidly.
"Sure thing, Keith. I hope you will like your new self!"
Eileen amiled awkwardly, stretching a curl of short hair behind her ears in a reflexive gesture, her other hand in Pete’s in comfort. Shane verified all the information once more. He debated making Keith his boyfriend, within an open relationship, but refuted the idea : as cool as it sounded to become part of Pete and Jen’s family, somehow, that would be too manipulative. Playing with dick size was one thing. Emotions, another entirely.
Name: Keith Wickham
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Caucasian (33%), African-american (66%)
Height: 6’2
Weight 195lbs
Build: Toned
Hairiness: Average (Chest: Heavy, Abdomen: Heavy, trimmed, Beard: Heavy)
Status: Single
Sexual Preference: Pansexual
Penis size: 7,5" soft, 9" erect
Occupation: High School Student, Varsity Volleyball, Debate club
Hobbies: Literature, baseball, knitting, video games
Shane hit ‘apply changes’, and observed the effects.
Keith’s body elongated, as if it shot next to Pete, causing both to yelp in alarm. Shane chuckled. "It’s started." Keith glared silently, as Pete answered with amused annoyance : "No way, Sherlock!"
Keith’s hair rearranged itself more than it’s length changed. The curls on the top of his head became short twists, while the hair on each side and the back of his head shortened drastically in a low fade. His eyebrows thickened, as well as his nose. Keith’s whole face rearranged itself, becoming indubitably more masculine, although still a bit juvenile. His adam’s apple descended at once in his throat, which startled him, bringing his hands as if he had choked himself. His wider hands seemed more calloused, probably from the more regular sport practices, whereas his forearms seemed to become a bit darker. Shane furrowed a brow, but seeing how Keith’s calves also seemed darker, he quickly realized that it was the hair growing in.
The t-shirt stretched to accommodate the extra width of the shoulders, that also grew rounder. Just under them, the breasts widened simultaneously, and thickened into a pair of strong pecs. The rim of the t-shirt, now too short, showed the thicker waist, and the abs up to his navel. Shane scanned the densely curled and perfectly shaped happiness trail, undoubtely shaved, in Keith’s midsection. Almost before he could take in his glance, the t-shirt adjusted itself to fit on the man’s new built, becoming longer and tighter at once, as the sleeves disappeared into nothingness. Keith let go of Pete’s hand and they both mode a bit further, reddening. Shane could ogle at Keith’s upper arms, as they moved well formed and pleasant without being overly muscular, and the discreet but visible patch of black armpit hair.
"Shane?"
Keith’s voice was deeper, quiet and assured. Caught staring, Shane’s eye jumped to meet Keith’s. The latter seemed amused, his dark eyes glistening, almost radiating with confidence. At that moment Shane noticed how his guest’s posture was different now : he sat straight and comfortably, not as if he owned the place, but as if he’d know he didn’t have to prove anything, to anyone.
"Keith?" Shane replied, without losing a beat, unabashed. Keith seemed to be about to say something, when he gasped, his eyes lowering on himself, hands on his crotch. Shane grinned, guessing what the young man was trying to hide. He’d made him a gift, but maybe he was a bit mischievous in making him a shower rather than a grower.
"Bro, does it always feel this weird?"
Pete burst into laughter.
"Let your memories sit in. I’m sure you’ll get used to it faster than you’d think", the swimmer said.
This seemed to relax Keith, who left nonetheless his hands on his board shorts, while raising a foot. The heel of his socks moved slowly from slightly over the heel to slightly under the heel, as the feet gained a few points. The phone in Shane’s hand tingled, indicating the changes ended. He peeked at Keith’s chest hair, openly displayed. It wasn’t such a thick coast as he’d hoped, but he reminded himself that Keith was only sixteen, and already hairier than most kids in Pete and his grade. The ones that weren’t yet affected by the Chronivac, at least.
There was a moment of silence, as even Shane had to adjust to new memories. He remembered Keith starting to hang out with them a few months after Jen and Pete got together. The younger teenager didn’t as close to his cousin as he used to be in his previous life, but their relationship got tighter as he befriended Pete.
The changes had eased in, and Keith went back to his more casual posture, one hand on the back of the couch, the other softly caressing his mid-thigh. Or the head that was badly concealed, at the extremity of his bulge line. Pete seemed to notice and stared at Shane with frowned eyes. It was hard to tell if he was impressed by the size or silently scolding his wrestling friend to have messed with his cousin-in-law’s endowment. Shane pretended not to notice.
"So, Keith, are you satisfied with your new body? Do you like it, erhm, I mean... you?"