Chris scrolled through all the pre-set options for himself, all in relation to his father. Son, daughter,
brother, wife, cousin, best friend, blah blah blah. Then one caught his eye. Chris - Father, Mike - Son. It
sounded like a fun change to him. Now he could be the strong man in charge, bossing around his dad who would
soon be his age. Let's see how he likes being grounded for a month because he was caught using a fake ID to
get vodka! He selected the options, pressed OK and clicked through all the pop-ups, barely reading what they
said because he was too eager for the changes to begin.
Finally the transformation started as his previously loose shirt was beginning to tighten from him growing
several inches taller. His dad was still in the bathroom, so he stripped out of his clothes, not wanting to
rip them, and ran towards the nearest mirror. The changes were occurring quickly, already looking over 20
years old. He could definitely pass as a model with his chisled jaw and scratchy stubble. He had a furry
covering of hair over his hardening pecs and developing abs, almost obscuring them entirely. He had definitely
received his father's genes, who had enough hair on his body to knit a sweater. Turning his head, he could
just make out, and feel with his hands, a thin layer of hair on his back. His dick was swelling, reaching it's
8 inch length. Chris smiled with brilliantly white teeth, then thought maybe he should stop this
transformation while he was still this attractive hunk. He scoffed at the idea, knowing he could always make
himself young again if he didn't like being his dad's age.
There was a brief pause in Chris' changes as he reached that small gap in life where puberty was long finished
and middle age hadn't entered. But that didn't last long, as he noticed the first signs of aging. His hairline
was advancing up his head at an alarming rate. He put a hand to his head, feeling a bald spot at the back. He
frowned, remembering how his dad had lost all his hair over the past 5 years, and it looked like he was
heading down the same route. He might even be bald before the age his dad had started losing his. There goes
his supermodel looks. He tried to ignore his rapidly receding hair and checked out his other changes. His
stubble had lengthened into a short beard, now starting to get grey hairs. It looked like he was started to
put on weight, his stomach looking slightly bulged, but he had so much body hair, it would of been difficult
to see muscle to begin with without trimming it. By now, all that was left on his head was a horseshoe ring of
hair, casually littered with grey hair, increasing in percentage the closer to his temples. His face looked
rough and a bit weathered, crows feet slowly cracking though. His jaw was looking less chisled, a second chin
threatening to appear beneath the salt and pepper facial hair.
Chris was looking more and more like his father now, hoping the transformation would stop soon. He could hear
that his dad had turned off the shower, and he didn't want him coming downstairs to see him naked. He wondered
how his dad had transformed and if he'd actually noticed. He hadn't warned his dad beforehand, but there
wasn't any shouts of shock from upstairs. Maybe it happened to one person, then the next. It was probably his
imagination, but he was starting to look older than his dad's 38 years of age. He had dark patches under his
eyes, making him look tired. Wrinkles were becoming more plentiful, criss-crossing his face like a map. He was
definitely putting weight on now, his belly looking swollen under it's hairy coating, his once perky pecs now
sagging downwards from gravity. His beard was now mainly grey, as was what was left of the hair on the sides
of his head. His cock was now resting against a pudgy leg, having gone flaccid a couple of minutes ago as
erectile dysfunction kicked in. Chris was worried now. It was obvious he was older than his dad now, closer to
50 than 40.
This isn't what he wanted. Chris started to panic, not sure what to do. Wrinkles were starting to spread past
his face, as the skin around his neck became flabby, and the skin on his arms became looser. He was starting
to diminish in height, making his weight gain look more extreme. His upper arms and thighs had lost their
definition years ago, now wobbly flaps of fat. His stomach had ballooned, growing outwards and sagging down
several inches, blocking his smaller cock. His belly became a makeshift shelf for his drooping man-boobs. He
slapped a boney hand on the side of it, sadly watching it jiggle about like a water balloon. He couldn't see a
single brown hair on his body, all of it now various shades of grey and white. His face was all rubbery and
spotted with liver spots, especially on his head, looking like prosphetic make-up. Pulling on a chubby cheek,
it stretched out further than he was comfortable with before it softly snapped back with a wobble. His once
shiny teeth were yellow and decaying, before they all suddenly fell out of his mouth, vanishing before they
hit the floor. Chris started to sob, this wasn't what he wanted at all! He wanted to be a hopefully attractive
middle-aged man, but instead he was an ugly, fat old man.
Chris felt a shiver up his spine, before a flood of new memories entered his mind. While that distracted him,
clothes appeared on his body, a large button-up shirt covered his massive bulk, thick hair sticking out of the
collar and through the gaps between buttons, and a pair of pants were held up by suspenders, his stomach being
too big to see the belt underneath. A dapper looking bow-tie held tight around his neck. A pair of thick-
rimmed glasses helped him to see eaiser, not noticing how bad his eyesight had been getting. His facial hair
was magically trimmed and sculpted into a perfect moustache and goatee combo, thick around the mouth and
unsuccessfully covering the multiple chins he had. The horseshoe fringe of hair around his head had grown a
bit longer, emphasizing his male pattern baldness. A pair of false teeth found their way into his mouth. Chris
was still crying at his reflection in the mirror, the tears soaking his goatee, when Mike came down the
stairs. Concerned, he walked over to the old man and put a long arm over his shoulder, saying "What's the
matter dad? Are you thinking of mom again?".
Chris looked up at his dad, now son, and gruffly replied "Oh, yeah..." remembering that his wife had passed
away a few months ago. Mike just nodded and walked into the kitchen to give him some space. After he'd left,
Chris wiped his puffy face with a tissue and tried to push away the happy memories of his wife, reminding
himself they weren't real, and yet the pain he felt was. He waddled over to the Chronivac which was still left
open and tried to find out what happened. He couldn't seem to remember how to work the device at all, grunting
in frustration. God, he needed a smoke from his pipe. But wait, he'd never smoked a day in his life. After
multiple unsuccessful clicks, he eventually found his profile again which now said:
Name: Chris Sanderson
Age: 65
Gender: Male
Height: 5'9''
Weight 330lbs
Build: Obese
Status: Widowed
Sexual Preference: Straight
Penis size: 4 inches, erectile dysfunction
Occupation: Retired
This wasn't what he thought would happen when he chose the option! He thought he would be Mike's age and Mike
would get younger to his previous age. Instead, the Chronivac had just increased his age to the point that he
was the father without Mike getting any younger. His youth was long past him now. But it looked like the
Chronivac had also changed reality so he was always this way. The realisation made him gasp, giving him a
rough coughing fit that made his chest ache. Damn it, he should of read those pop ups instead of just clicking
through them! Memories of his previous life were quickly being replaced with his new life as a retired old
man. He tried to remember what happened last year, but his memories of being a teenager were hazy. It was 50
years ago after all. No wait, it was only a couple of years ago. Come on brain! Chris tried to hold onto those
vague memories, his dad teaching him how to shave, going shopping at the mall with his buds, visiting the
beach with his parents when they were still married, going to concerts to see his favourite bands, learning
how to drive, the time he smoked his first pipe, going on a road trip back in college, meeting his wife after
she got caught in his dog's leash, proposing to her atop the Eiffel Tower, yes it was all coming back to him
now. Chris stared at the screen, not remembering why he was standing in front of it in the first place. He
hoped he wasn't starting to develop Alzheimer's Disease, being the prime age for it to appear. Whatever was on
the device's screen, he didn't understand what any of it meant. It was some sort of fantasy mumbo jumbo he
didn't had time for. Turning away, he could feel a dull ache in his bones, signalling the need for a sit down.
He scratched his goatee and headed to the kitchen where his son was hopefully making breakfast and he'd be
able to finally smoke the pipe tucked away in his breast pocket.