Matt hesitated, uncertain if he really wanted to go through with what he was planning, but then thought 'fuck it' and typed the word 'himbo' into the Chronivac. He knew exactly the type of guy he was thinking of, the sort of guy you saw all the time at the club or the gym. Someone who didn't have a thought in his head that wasn't related to his looks or sex, but looked so fucking hot that you couldn't help being drawn to him.
He and his friends always mocked those kind of guys for being so vacant and shallow, but secretly Matt was kind of envious of them. It must be nice, not having the brainpower to get worried about work, life and so on, just being able to focus on feeling good and fucking around. Particularly the fucking around; part of Matt wanted to be a slut and sleep around with guys, but he was always too shy or awkward to really do anything. Matt valued his intelligence too much and was too awkward to really go for a life of mindless hedonism, but if he got the Chronivac to make him into a himbo then he could really have some fun...
The Chronivac showed Matt what he would become, an incredibly hot guy with muscles Matt could never dream of. He'd be able to get any man he wanted looking like this, it was surreal to believe that this could be him with the press of a button. The vacant expression 'he' had in the picture was a nice touch, damn he was looking forward to having all his worries poured out of him. Quickly looking through the mental settings Matt saw that his intelligence and inhibitions would be severely dampened, and his sex drive and sluttiness driven way up. Perfect. Matt set the transformation timer for a couple of days, just enough time for him to have a weekend of fun, then turn back to normal. The idea was hot, but he wasn't exactly sure if he wanted to commit to life as a himbo. And he made sure that reality would change around him, it would be pretty awkward if his current friends saw him in his transformed state.
Matt clicked transform, then turned to the mirror next to him to see what the first thing to change would be. He was taken aback to find that his clothing had already shrunk, his t-shirt and jeans replaced with a tight tank-top and exercise shorts. Made sense, he loved to show off his bod after all.
Whoa, where had that thought come from? Matt realised with a start that the Chronivac was already working its way into his mind. Normally he was so shy, but now he wanted to be seen by everyone, the thought of being on display like a piece of meat was really turning him on. Matt could feel his hard-on growing, visibly tenting his shorts, and just relaxed for a few seconds, enjoying the pleasure spreading throughout his body.
Doing his best to focus again, Matt saw his arms and legs bulking up rapidly, changing in the blink of an eye from scrawny twigs to beefy trunks, muscles popping out of nowhere. Made sense, Matt thought, he practically spent his life in the gym, had to keep himself in good shape for the guys after all.
What? He never went to the gym... but as he thought that he could see exercise machines and weights appearing all around his room, he loved working out, there was nothing that made him horny like looking at himself pumping iron. These new thoughts were overwhelming Matt and trying to keep them straight was making his head hurt... better not to think really, everyone always told him he was no good at it anyway.
Matt saw that he was now dressed only in his underwear. Not surprising, that was his natural state after all. He avoided wearing clothing wherever possible; maybe he was a bit of a slut, he giggled to himself, but clothes were just so constricting. He felt more secure the less he wore, after all his body was his best asset so it felt good to show it off whenever possible.
Matt saw his shoulders broadening, his torso expanding beneath it. He grinned as he rubbed his hands down it, feeling solid pecs and a rock-hard six-packs developing beneath his touch. Oh fuck this was good, his whole body felt so sensitive to touch, he was practically made for a life of pleasure. His cock began to strain even harder, lengthening as well as hardening until it stood at a firm nine inches.
As if in response his underwear shimmered and warped, transforming from plain boxer briefs into a bright pink thong, the pouch barely concealing anything at all as the thin fabric clung to his hard-on. Matt groaned as he felt the string of the thong slip into his asscrack, his sensitive ass-hole twitching as it felt the inclusion. He could feel his ass plumping up behind him, this was nice enough but fuck he needed a man to fill him.
Sure he'd been spit-roasted yesterday, he suddenly remembered, but that wasn't nearly enough for a manwhore like him. As soon as this trans... this... thingy, finished, he'd need to find a man to fuck him like the slut he was. Matt started idly whacking himself off at the thought, his pre-cum soaking into the thong. As he did so he vaguely noticed that instead of books he now had an assortment of dildos, fleshlights and lube bottles on his shelf. He couldn't get rid of those dumb books his parents had bought for him fast enough, reading strained his mind so he never bothered with it if he could avoid it. Much better to spend his time playing with himself, training his body so that he'd be ready for any guy who wanted him. His body was completely shaved as well, sure it took forever to do so but he had to look his best.
Matt felt his mind go fuzzy- well, fuzzier- as the change reached his head, reforming it to match his himbo body and mind. His skin absorbed any blemishes and his features were rearranged to become more regular and attractive. He had a smooth, hairless face with a strong masculine jaw and full lips above them, ready to take in any cock that came their way. His earrings became pierced with diamond studs and his hair grew, shifting from short brown hair style to blonde curly locks.
Matt looked like a gorgeous model now but one look at his face would tell you that there was practically nothing contained within that head of his. Fuck his life was good he thought, just taking care of his body and fucking guys, what more could he want or need? Sure his friends joked that he was a massive himbo and an even bigger slut, but they were all happy to fuck him so what did it matter in the end. Besides, looking good and fucking was all he'd ever been any good at, so he might as well make the most of it. Matt idly smiled, still stroking his cock with his other hand roaming all over his body, as what brain he had wondered what to do next...