Jeff couldn’t believe what just happened, he was just trying to make Ryan have a better father figure than Richard was! Speaking of Richard, Jeff looked back over to the effeminate man who was rubbing his dainty legs together as he gazed over to the footballers and their own fathers.
“Well, at least he was more accepting like this…” Jeff rolled his eyes, still upset over having done in Mr. Huff the wrong way.
Clearly he had to save Ryan Huff from a life time of trouble if it meant making things better, and with a sigh, Jeff went about retooling Richard.
Name:Richard Huff
Age:45
Height:5'7
Weight: 115lb
Hair: light brown with blonde highlights
Eyes: emerald green
Body hair:N/A
Facial hair:N/A
Sexual Orientation: effeminate gay
Mannerisms: meek, humble, queer
Status: single dad
Occupation: n/a
With a few sliding bars and some personal adjustments, Jeff looked down at the improved Richard with some satisfaction, he’d be back to lifting shape, but there’d at least be some changes to suit a real man Ryan needed.
Name:Richard Huff
Age:43
Height: 6'7
Weight: 356lbs
Hair: black
Eyes: gray
Body hair: thick
Facial hair: thick beard
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Mannerisms: Brutish, manly, flirty, confident
Status: single dad
Occupation: Competitive Bodybuilding Coach, former football player.
Jeff hit enter and crossed his legs to watch the main attraction.
Richard was busy giggling at some random remark done by one of the country club fathers in a polo, before grunting. His body sprang up to a familiar 6 feet, body thickening to match as the once long sleeves rolled upwards. Biceps inflated to melon size in the span of seconds as the elder Huff’s body toned and grew.
Richard’s withering body was gaining mass akin to a corn fed bull as his fanciful capri lost their texture, the thin calves bulging rather abnormally from their confines. Tear drop quads became noticeable as Huff growled, gritting his teeth. The rest of the crowd did not notice the man changing amongst them, unaware as Richard made noises akin to a feral beast.
Richard’s hair darkened as stubble dusted his face, his jawline pushing out brutishly as he gained crow’s feet and lighter wrinkles. He was becoming more handsome than he was originally, as his lats quickly surged outwards to round out his already thickening breadth.
Richard moaned a curt “Guh…” as his abs bulged into view, unable to react beyond his trance, courtesy of the Chronivac. His black hair swept up and backwards, just as his sideburns caught up with his stubble and a sweatband reached around from the back of his head to the front. His arms, enormous and bulging, had veins snaking across them as Richard could not bring them together, they were in a perpetual state of akimbo, or at least, as Richard’s arms and lats continued to swell, they attempted to. Body hair threaded themselves onto the hulking man, rendering him even more hirsute than Jeff had recalled.
Richard’s body was becoming obscenely muscular as his legs engorged with sinew, his capris shrinking further up his legs until they bloomed outwards, and reformatted into white athletic shorts. The once preppy sweater lose their sleeves as the elder Huff’s arms tore them, and they too lost their grey color as it quickly tinged into a firetruck red. Before Jeff could rest, however, Richard’s chest bursted forth, tearing the neck of his changing top as buttons were quickly written into place, a mountainous hairy range made Richard Huff, and the bulking man could do naught as his Adam’s apple emerged triumphantly.
The new active shirt was nearly painted on as Richard’s thick nipples appeared, a distinct piercing on the left side, just as his neck widened further. A cord wrapped around the traps with a silver whistle glistening as it slid down onto Richard’s chest, bouncing between the mounds.
Jeff was in awe once again at the man built like a brick shithouse, and not a moment too soon, as Richard’s ass inflated like balloons and elevated him once again to 6 foot 7 inches, his feet bursting out of the leather shoes as they were quickly reformatted into Nike black and whites. A tantalizing tent stuck out of the shorts naturally, and an ID lanyard wrapped around the man’s neck to complete the renewed change.
Things seemingly went back as they were as the crowd continued to cheer only for a booming,
“Where the HELL is Ryan?!” To resound through the field.
Jeff quickly went to work, playing innocent as he calmly walked towards the man.
“Oh, Mr… Uh, Coach Huff, what’s up?” Jeff asked, quickly realizing the word “coach” was foreign to him.
“I’ll tell you what’s wrong Smith, the game’s about to start and my son is NOWHERE to be found! Now I told the boy that I understood performance anxiety, but this is the chance to prove himself!” Huff yelled, shaking the bleachers the two were on.
In a fit of cleverness, Jeff jumped on the opportunity.
“Ah, okay, I think I know where he is, you want me to…?” He asked.
Huff didn’t need to look at him, he held up a thick hand as if to approve.
“Bring ‘em back. Don’t care how you do it, but let him know that no matter what... I’m proud of him. I make myself clear?”
Jeff smiled, seeing a new change in Richard.
“Crystal, sir.”
Richard hummed, giving him a side eye.
“For a beanpole, you got spunk, maybe I’ll consider training you up, Jeffrey.” Huff noted, before yelling at a player to stop speaking to a cheerleader and get back on the field.
Jeff quickly got up and made his way from the bleachers, in just the span of a few twists and turns, he made Ryan Huff, a massive man, into a kid, into a teen, and then his own father into a tiny Twink, back to a behemoth.
But if this change made Richard into a massive new coach for the school, would that also mean Ryan was different too?
Only one way to find out.