Ben now had to look up to Mike to talk to him. Something he wasn’t used to. Meanwhile, Mike was looking down at the machine in his hands that had changed him. On it were several buttons and a small screen with a cursor.
"So this is what it does,” Mike commented casually.
"Uh... yeah... " Ben replied a little nervous. "Here, can I..." Then Ben moved forward and reached for the machine, but Mike pulled it away, Ben stepping back. "Hey, I can figure it out"
Mike started to look at its options. Under the options menu there were all kinds of things, muscle, body hair, and appearance options. Unknowingly, Mike Scanned Ben, and his stats appeared on the screen:
18/5'10/165
Mike decided to return the favor to Ben. He pressed a few buttons and replaced 165 with 205, a gain of 50 pounds. Then Mike changed the height to 6' and set the timer for 30 seconds. Mike pulled back for a second, and aimed it quickly, and pressed enter.
Ben was hit suddenly by the bold of energy. He felt it moving swiftly through out his body. His shirt started to feel a little tight. Ben realized quickly... he was growing.
"...What are you... doing" he mumbled quietly. His chest was growing significantly larger, his pecs pushing out against the fabric of his already tight T-shirt. The sleeves started to crawl up his arms as his shoulders widened, exposing his growing biceps. His body felt like it was swelling up, but he was feeling heavier, more massive by the second. Soon, Mike noticed, Ben was practically at eye level, almost 6 feet in height, but he was broader already. Ben was outgrowing him in size. He also noticed how tight his jeans felt, Ben's thighs were getting considerably thicker. Ben's shirt was now constricting him, his large pecs showing through the fabric, and his big arms fully exposed. The shirt was far too small on him now. As his neck widened, filling with muscle, the collar too became constricting. His shirt was now bunched up midway up his stomach, exposing his tight 6 pack. Ben's shirt was stretched and was starting to come undone at the seems, now skintight on his torso. Ben, still in half-shock, couldn't help but look down at his large chest, which pushed out in front of him.
"Dude! You’ve gotten big" Mike exclaimed, patting him on the arm.
"You’re not scrawny either, you know." Ben replied slowly.
"God, this shirt is too tight, help me get it off."
"Dude, just rip it off, it's already starting to tear."
Then Ben slowly moved his big arms over to his chest and started to pull on the fabric. He was amazed at how easy it was to tear his shirt, his big torso now fully exposed.
"wow" said Mike, who was now quite impressed with Ben's new form.
"I want to see what I look like in the mirror!" Ben moved slowly towards the bathroom, his jeans tightly rapped around his legs, making him walk stiffly. As he moved, Ben felt his new mass, feeling how heavy he was.
"Whoa, I am Buff" he said amazed as he stared at his large figure in the mirror. "How much do I weigh now?"
"Two oh five" replied Mike, who was still standing in the hallway.
"Awesome!"
Ben walked back out into the hall, his heavy and slow footsteps made the hard wooden floor creak beneath him.
"Dude, This is fucking awesome!" Ben exclaimed. "Hey, let me see it..." Ben reached out his hand. Mike casually put the chronovac back into Ben's hands. "This is so fucking awesome"