Jake grabbed Antoine by his substantial love handles and pulled him close. "Come 'ere," he said through a
smile like a goofy kid on Christmas.
But Antoine pulled away. "Stop it, Jake, seriously! You can't just turn me into a fucking musclebear because
that's what you're into! I can't go out like this, I'm half a foot taller and must be... Jesus, how much do I
weigh?"
"310," said Jake with a shrug, trying to close the distance again. "But come on, man, I know you've been into
me. You think I didn't notice you checking me out in the change room?"
"I'm not turning into a fatass and ruining my life over a college crush, Jake."
Jake rolled his eyes. "Don't be so dramatic. We can use this thing whenever we want, and just change you back
to normal when we're finished. You can be whoever you want whenever you need it."
"Why me?" asked Antoine, "Why do I have to be the one always turning into a giant lard-o!"
Jake paused, then smiled again, and sat back down at the computer. "You're not a lard-o, man, you've probably
got more pounds of muscle on you than any guy you know. Tell you what, if you ever played a game like that
you'd just plow through everyone."
"What are you doing?" asked Antoine, momentarily afraid. He hadn't looked through the Chronovac's options.
What if Jake was going to use it to change his mind and make him more compliant?
But Jake stood up, his face almost glowing with excitement, as he hurriedly took off his shirt and unbuckled
his belt, kicking off his jeans. Antoine tried his best not to get aroused by the sight of Jake's sculpted
muscular physique, and tried to say mad at him. It wasn't easy, though, especially when Jake bent over and in
one swift motion slipped out of his jockey shorts, leaving him completely naked and with a quivering erection
sticking out in front. Clearly, Jake had changed himself this time, and the possibilities were exciting to
Antoine, too. He tried to suppress his own erection.
"I went through a lot of stuff, I don't really know what'll happen first," said Jake.
Even as he was saying it, though, the brown hair had begun to grow out from his scalp, until his formerly
shaggy crewcut reached down to his shoulders. He chuckled, brushing the bangs from his eyes, and then suddenly
shuddered as his balls suddenly swelled twice as big, then three times, then four. Antoine watched in awe, and
felt his member get only more hard. Meanwhile, Jake had begun to grow taller. Antoine looked up further and
further, until Jake's head nearly touched the ceiling. Then his whole frame began to expand. Slowly, at first,
but then at a faster rate, his muscles got bigger and bigger, at first just an exaggeration of Jake's own
size, then into heavyweight bodybuilder proportions, and then past them. His neck virtually disappeared
beneath massive traps between swollen shoulders. His pecs grew so far out from his chest Antoine thought he
could hide beneath them, and even his abs which had defined into a ridged eightpack seemed to jut out from his
body. Finally, when Jake looked like a cartoonishly overmuscled freak, his cock quivered, then snaked out
longer and thicker, until it resembled a throbbing anaconda. It grew towards Antoine's face, and stopped just
in front of it. Antoine found himself staring at a cockhead the size of a grapefruit attached to cock thicker
than his arm - well, thicker than his arm used to be. Jakes transformation seemed complete. He reached out and
rubbed a hand along his new gigantic penis and shivered a sigh.