My fingers graced the keys of the netbook in avid trepidation.
It has been over a decade since the release of Chronivac 4.0 and the latest version is available. Kron: the equivalent to Chronivac 5.0 for kubuntu users.
I select “Kron (TF Terminal)” in my application launcher.
As the terminal opens, I read “Kron: Transformation Studios” followed by the first line, “TheAntiquarian@Changes:~$” where I was to input the commands.
~Kron is a work of art in simplicity; I can change anything from my physical to mental characteristics by typing simple commands into the terminal. From what I had gathered, 4.0 users were encountering a lot of problems with their transmitters, so Kron was formatted to utilize any on-board cameras: the perfect solution for netbooks.~
I was, am, a Marine, though I have never truly met the standards. I could pass, albeit barely, the physical qualifications: I held a second class PFT and my physical appearance left much to be desired. I was pale and plain in appearance, with the Marine Corps' standard hair cut (High Fade), though I had been told my face “wasn't ugly” and on occasion “looked handsome.” I stood a healthy 5'10” and weighed about 188 lbs with what I would estimate as a 15% body fat percentage. Take that as you will.
I read all of the promotions and confessionals given on cyoc.net, but remained unconvinced until I saw Kron advertised on one of the boards.
TheAntiquarian@Changes:~$profile-get Guerino_Bruno [Enter]
My statistics were displayed on the screen. My mind was drifting as I thought of the potential: everything in moderation, a simple test is needed. I typed the first change.
TheAntiquarian@Changes:~$weight-gain 12, body-fat 10
I would be increasing my weight by 12 pounds, but I would be decreasing my body fat percentage to 10%. I hit 'Enter.'
Transformation processing...
I felt as if I had slid into a bath of warm water: at first I thought I was going numb, but I felt a tingling start in my chest and radiate outward, down my arms and legs to my finger tips. Every muscle began to tense and, against my volition, I pushed myself from my chair to the floor; my muscles looked my in a position similar to the “position of attention” before my muscles began to strain.
I could not move my head from its upright position to witness the changes by sight, but by God did I ever witness them by feeling.
Each slow inhale sent a warm pulse throughout my body that seemed to cause each muscle to tense further and expand. I could feel my clothing becoming tighter as I gained weight. My focus was dwindling; I was experiencing the pain and fatigue of years of working out in moments. Suddenly, the changes were complete and the warm sensation left me as I lay on the bare wood floor.
I resisted the urge to immediately look down; I felt heavy, but I also felt powerful. I realized again that while my weight had increased I also had the strength to lift my own weight (better even then before).
I closed my eyes and sat upright; I could feel my quads rub against the other as I sat cross-legged. I began to lift my shirt, I could already feel my shoulders were heftier and further apart.
I had to see this.
When I opened my eyes and peered into my full-length mirror, I thought I was looking at someone else in another room.
My face lost some of the fat in my cheeks, and I was better able to see my square jaw against a thick, somewhat vascular neck. This neck was joined to a moderate slab of pecs with the same light dusting of brown hair that I started with. I lifted my hands to feel my heavy chest and was graced with the sight of two veiny, bulging biceps, each the size of a softball.
I struck a double bicep pose and flexed as hard as I could.
Thick cords of veins began to rise across my chest and down my arms. My forearms were barely thin enough for me to have fingers touch if I put my hand around them. I looked down and saw a respectable six-pack had also made the debut; due to the body fat that I chose to retain, the muscles appeared to be mountains, jutting forward from my torso, but the “valleys” between were only just noticeable.
I stood up and dropped trou.
I traced the veins that traveled down from my chest, down my abs, to my groin, savoring the sensual feeling of my muscles rubbing one another. I placed my hands on my hips and flexed my legs. My quads were small tree trucks (maybe not Redwoods, but a young Oak at least) supported by beefy strong, beefy calves.
I was in love with my new, beefcake appearance and ready for my next upgrade.