Tyrone looked at the chronivac and saw it rolling through several
different options.
Dropping his age to 27.
Giving him a two and a half foot long penis hard and 17 inches soft
and as thick as a soft ball bat.
His nuts grew to the size of grapefruits.
And his head became bald except for his face which had a full beard
neatly trimmed.
His shoulders went out a foot from his neck.
His belly jutted out sitting below muscular pecs.
His hips spread to hold up that belly but his legs looked like they
were that of a muscle bound body builder.
His feet were petite little things making it hard for him to balance
his new body. Making it easy for guys to push him over.
His pecs grew a pelt of fur that led down on a trail over that belly
mound and into his crotch.
His asshole opened wide not able to close again.
And even though he had that monster cock the only use it got was when
he sucked himself off. The chronivac made him a total bottom.
When it finished these changes it made them permanent and erased any
knowledge of the chronivac from Tyrone's mind.
When he was able to stand up he found this strange machine and packed
it up and sent it off to the goodwill office and went out for some fun
at the bath house.