"Huh, invite friends over?" Jeff was surprised but then excitement filled him, "Oh, sure! That sounds fun!"
Mike quickly pulls out his phone, taps a few buttons, and sends a group text to a couple of his friends. "Well, Kyle, Sam, and Ted should be here in about an hour or so. Perfect time to set up their transformation profiles."
Jeff meets each of them as they arrive.
Kyle, in his late 40s, he's the big, muscular friend of the group. He's a construction worker and has a brawny figure that would put some bodybuilders to shame. His bald head, bushy beard, barrel chest, and muscular arms make him an impressive and imposing figure.
Next is Sam, a firefighter in his mid 30s. Sam has a fit and trim figure with a chiseled jawline, hazel eyes, and dark hair kept short for his profession. His job going toe-to-toe with flames has earned him some scars but they just add to his charm.
Lastly, there's Ted, an elementary school teacher in his early 40s. He doesn't have a build like Kyle or Sam but he's fit in his own way. He sports a bit of belly but was long legged and broad shouldered. His hair is slowly turning gray, adding a distinguished look.
Mike stands in front of his friends and reveals, "Gentlemen, I present to you the power of the Chronivac."
His friends watch as Mike's body begins to transform. His torso morphs, contorting smoothly as his chest grows broader, sprouting thick fur.
"Oh God! Mike!" Kyle gasps, "Does it hurt?"
Mike's jaw elongates and teeth sharpen as his head reshapes itself into a snarling wolfish visage. "Nope," His voice deepens off into an alluring accent that has them on edge with anticipation, curiosity...and is that arousal?
"Don't you feel weird?" Ted asks uncertainly.
"Strange? Maybe. But a wonderful kind of strange." He grins at them with now longer canines peeking from behind lush lips.
Sam gazes at the growing tail emerging from behind Mike's changing form. A flicker runs through Sam's eyes–curiosity and newfound intrigue are mirrored in all their eyes. They find themselves shamelessly ogling at their friend as he changes further.
Physical transformation done, now come the clothes which shift and merge onto his new body seamlessly—a blue jacket with golden buttons running its front and red trims adorning it which fits perfectly onto his robust frame slides onto him out of nowhere. He now wears sky-blue trousers that hug him comfortably at all places along with rugged brown leather boots.
In a blink of an eye, a jetpack affixes itself on him although retaining its mechanical form–a box-like structure mounted on his back with wings telescoping out of nowhere.
With a newfound sophistication bearing an air of flamboyance around him enhanced by his debonair looks, Mike brushes back a rogue lock of fur from his face and strikes a suave pose showing off his newly adopted wolf-like body in all its luxurious finesse which leaves the room breathless.