Justin remembers how much Josh is always saying how much he can't wait to grow
up, so he decides to give Josh a little pleasant surprise. Using a dirty T-shirt that Josh
had left at his house, Justin scans in his best friend. This information pops up:
Josh "Bearboy" Rainfield
Age: 15
Height: 5'11"
Weight:185 lbs.
Body Hair Index: 12/20
Sexual preferences: 80% straight
Sex drive: 5
Justin changes the age to 21 and sets the timer for a half hour. Ten minutes later,
Josh shows up. He is a couple inches taller, and his shirt is visibly straining against
large biceps and a beer belly. Justin invites Bearboy in, and explains what the
chonoviac can do. Josh laughs one of his great friendly guffaws, but doesn't quite
believe what Justin is telling him.
"Josh, would you be angry if I used this machine on you?" he asks, grinning hopefully.
"Well dude, it depends on what you'd wanna do. But you know that it's a big scam" he
chuckles again. Justin just smiles at his friends deeper voice.
"I'd keep you human, and a guy" Justin remarks, which makes Josh laugh again.
"Dude, it's not real. It's a big, fake..." Josh is cut off mid-comment as Justin shows him
his new profile. It now read:
Josh "Bearboy" Rainfield
Age: 21
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 203 lbs.
Body Hair Index: 16/20
Sexual Preferences: 80% straight
Sex drive: 7
"No way man," Josh breathes, " This isn't possible. Justin only smiles wider and gives
Josh a mirror. "Dude, we can have so much fun with this!" Bearboy exclaims in his
deeper voice. And "Bearboy" was certainly a fitting nickname for him, noted Justin. His
friend was huge. He was tall, muscular, and chubby. A good word to describe him
would be "husky". Josh has a bit of stubble covering his chin, and his face has lost it's
boyish looks. Curious, he peels off his too-tight shirt.
"What are you doing?" asks Justin.
"I just wanted a better look" replies the baritone voice of Josh. His tan gut juts out a bit
over his now uncomfortable jeans. It's covered with a course, thick, black happy trail
that connects to a tiny patch of chest hair. He scratches it absent-mindly. Then a look
of discomfort crosses his face. "Dude, these pants are really tight. Umm, you don't
mind if I take them off, right?". Josh was never ashamed of his body, and Justin was
comfortable around him too. Bearboy manages to get off his pants only by lying on
Justin's bed and grunting hard. By the end of all this, Justin was laughing at his friend
and Josh joined in. Fortunately, it seemed that Josh's red boxers grew with his now
huge package.
"So is there anything you want to do man?" asks Justin. "I'll leave it up to you for being
such a good sport."