Benji felt as though a great weight was lifted from his shoulders.
Jonathan was gone - he had never been. No one knew he ever existed,
except his brother Benjamin. Now he was the dog Champ, and Benji was
responsible for him. But now Graham had taken Champ off Benji's hands
for the weekend, and Benji felt truly free. He rationalized that
Jonathan would be happy being a stud dog for the weekend.
He stopped suddenly half-way home. Getting rid of Jonathan hadn't
really changed his life that much. Graham had still called him Benji
and treated him like a kid. He looked down at his body, and imagined
himself well-muscled. He wouldn't look like a kid much longer, thanks
to the Chronivac. After all he was 18. He was a senior.
He increased his pace, as he walked home.
"Hey, Benji, where's Champ?" his mother queried.
"Oh, I loaned him to Graham for the weekend. He's paying $150 and
pick of the litter for Champ's stud service of Muffy."
"That much, well, if he can get a few more paying stud jobs that like
maybe we'll hold off getting him neutered."
"Neutered? Yes, he's been humping everyone and everything lately, and
your father and I had scheduled him for a date with the vet next
Saturday to get him fixed. They were booked tomorrow," she explained.
Benji thought with irritation, and when were you going to tell me.
But he thought better of it. Perhaps in this new timeline, they had
told him, but since it wasn't a real memory it just hadn't stuck.
"Well, why don't we see if being a stud doesn't improve his behavior,
ma. I'm headed to my room to - uh do homework."
"Okay, dinner will be at 7 tonight, your father's boss is coming over,
so dress nice and be on your best."
Benjamin ran upstairs,and sat down at the Chronivac. He scanned
himself, and examined his stats. He refrained from typing as he
considered some of the musclebound freaks he'd seen on WWW Wrestling
and the like. He wanted muscles but he didn't want to go overboard.
With muscles, he should probably be on one of the teams, he thought.
His mind drifted to the football team. Charles Tate was the team
captain and the most popular guy in the school. There was more
concern over who he would be taking to the prom than anyone else.
Benjamin felt jealous, he wanted Charles' life. He could do it too.
But what about Charles? If Benjamin was the team captain with
athletic prowess, what would Charles be? There'd be two studs, maybe
co-captains? That would dilute the effect. No, it just had to be Ben
- the team captain, but what about Charles.
He briefly considered turning Charles into a bitch for Jonathan, but
then he laughed. "Why should I make a girlfriend for Champ, when I
could make Charlene my hot girlfriend?"
He started typing. Phase One make himself into the football star that
Charles was. Phase Two would be to make Charles into Charlene.
He reviewed all the stats, and stripped down to his jockstrap. Then
he hit execute and lay on his bed.
For a few seconds, he didn't feel anything. Then his body began to
tingle. He felt enervated. He felt his body start to grow. His legs
pushed out toward the foot of his bed. His shoulders and chest began
to grow broader. He inhaled and felt his lung capacity growing. He
even felt the pouch of his jockstrap shrink as his package started to
grow.
"Oh, yeah," Ben said as his voice deepened, and his bedsprings creaked
under his growing bulk.
As soon as, the Chronivac chimed that the transformation was complete,
Ben's cell phone rang.
"Hey, Ben, it's Chaz," said Charles voice, "I was wondering if you
were up to a game of handball tonight?"
"Oh, Chaz? Uh, my pa's boss is coming over for dinner tonight, so I
don't think I can. But what about tomorrow morning?"
"Yes, 8 AM at the gym?" Chaz asked.
"Sure thing, Chaz! See you then."
Ben grinned as he hung up, "Phase Two has begun," he said. Then he
went to check out his new wardrobe. After all if he'd been the star
of the football team for the last 2 years, he should have a wardrobe
to match, right?