Name: Jacopo Marcus DeSantos
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Race: Caucasian
--Ethnicity: 100% Italian
--Nationality: American/Italian (Duel Nationality)
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 230
Build: Muscular
Occupation: College Student/Retail Clerk
Misc Options:-
Jacob... or now Jacopo, was not sure he was absolutely 100% satisfied with his changes. There was the option to have whatever he wished and after some thought he decided he might as well try something a bit more... he could always change back later.
He loaded his father's stats again:
Name: Joseph Francis DeSantos
Age: 44
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Race: Caucasian
--Ethnicity: 100% Italian
--Nationality: American
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 217
Build: Muscular
Occupation: Accountant
Misc Options:-
He wanted to be more muscular than his father, yet he did not want his father to be overshadowed by his physique. Finally after some minutes of tweaking he settled on some new statistics for Mr. DeSantos:
Name: Joseph Francis DeSantos
Age: 44
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Race: Caucasian
--Ethnicity: 100% Italian
--Nationality: American
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 398
Build: Extremely Beefy
Occupation: Olympic Powerlifter
Misc Options:-
Killing two bullets with one stone, he made the family rich from his dad's Olympic wins. He made sure that in the miscellaneous options his dad's cock was (currently 8" soft, 12" hard thick) now 12" soft and 14" hard and now beer-can wide and very thick, not too mention balls the size of significantly LARGE oranges. As well as that, he altered his father's facial structure to be much more masculine than it already was, which was saying something, as Jacopo wanted to be more handsome himself. Bigger feet, and proportionally a larger butt, pectorals, biceps and forearms were also edited. He submitted the changes and knew his father would begin his transformation. Jacopo decided that if he turned out beefier (rather than muscular) than he wanted he could edit his own statistics later. He made his way back to the living room to see what his father's changes looked like in person.
Meanwhile Joseph was still watching television on the coach, slumped backward in a cotton, white shirt and tight jeans. He had a great body, 6'3" and 217 lbs, and it showed through his shirt, his nipples poking from large dark Italian areolae down from his strong, hairy, tanned chest. His largely formidable package centered exactly between his large thighs, bulging out quite obscenely with the tube-like cock and testicles noticeably outlined underneath the zipper flap. Fifteen seconds in, the changed began to really begin and 181 lbs in 45 seconds was bound to happen much faster than the previous transformations.
Though Joseph's clothes would grow to fit him, they still looked like they were getting stuffed. His back expanded to the width of two average men, his pecs bloating out of the shirt even more (with obscenely beefy-looking proportions as Jacopo had set in miscellaneous options) and his traps were raising like inflating pancakes melding with a neck in a race with his jaw to how wide they could become.
As Joseph's nose became bigger and more defined, especially in the bridge of the nose, and more aggressive-looking nostrils, his face has become much wider. Masculine dimples hung above an exaggeratively cleft chin and wide, luscious Italian lips. His brow became much thicker and forward-set as his cool, dark eyes hid underneath them.
Joseph's feet became massive; fat, hairy toes. His thighs became tree trunks, like somebody was using a car pump to inflate them, stretching the growing tight jeans even tighter causing them the bunch up around the crotch which, as well as Joseph's underwear's pouch, was swiftly expanding to accommodate the large, thick cucumber and large oranges with were blowing up and blowing up, absolutely huge flaccid, squished between his thighs, the couch and...
The muscle belly. Jacopo had arrived in the living room and was now watching his father's waist expand, mainly in his abdomen, managing to stretch out even further than his pillowy chest and huge nipples. His dad, whose face looked like a he-man version of what was already a masculine face, now was the width of most of the couch and his massive, shelf-like ass, sticking out very far, and very round underneath his father. His biceps... 37"... 38"... 39"... 40" were still expanding beneath the huge shoulders. Though he was sitting down, Jacopo could already tell his father would have an absurd gait, his arms stuck out to his sides by 45 degrees.
Finishing off the transformation, the still-expanding balls grew to mango-size, making the pouch expand to more than a third down his thigh.
"Have I overdone it?" Jacopo wondered as his dad stood up and scratched his massive forearm. From the side and standing up, was quite the sight! His father's massive chest almost stood out was much as his muscle gut. Joseph's stance had him sticking out his gut and chest forward, and his massive ass made a curve in his spine that only a brute like him could have. His dad's bulge stuck out just as far as his stomach and Jacopo hardened up slightly thinking he was about to have a package even bigger. The man almost the width of the front of a jeep turned around and grasps his son in a bear hug, which Jacopo had subconsciously predicted (it was something his father did to him in this new reality). He felt his father's nipples and stomach press against his muscular body as he was lifted into the air, their penises touching. The surface of Jacopo's half-aroused cock didn't even match the surface of his dad's sweaty crotch.
An extremely bass and accent rich "G'night boy," came from his father as he walked into the kitchen (luckily the rooms were separated by a very wide archway) to follow his wife to bed, as Jacopo felt that familiar warmth flood his body but much more intense than before.