growth The Time Trader

[JRamezo]

Dr. Black looked down at the device he had created. The Time Trader, truly a master-piece even among his numerous other works. And with the local high school, he could look forward to seeing the results of his experiment. Even though he was old in age and he lived alone, he had never truly lost what he enjoyed - an experiment now and then in transformation. Watching a change, to him, was as good as a sensual experience. It was all he could hope for in his

 

How did it work? Well, in exchange for a set number of years, the student who was using the device would gain a corresponding amount of muscle.

 

As Black remembered, it was about 1 year for 10 pounds of muscle added to their frame. A sixteen year old at 160 pounds would become a 17 year old at 170 pounds at the lowest setting.

 

He had already used his employment as the biology teacher to contact a student at the school who was interested in attaining some community service hours in assisting the "poor, old" professor in his research. He had no intention of spoiling what his device was really going to do, letting them discover the result was half the fun of it.

 

He also knew he made the device's "result" slightly addictive. All for the sake of a good experiment, so he told himself.

 

And so as he ruminated, he heard a knock at the door. The Doctor got up with the aid of his cane and walked to the door, looking out to see his first test subject. Bradley Weston was a sixteen year old jock, already rather strong, though he worried about hitting a plateau. He had a mind to get his community service done early, so he didn't have to worry about it at the last minute. With his auburn hair and handsome face, Bradley was the talk of the cheerleaders.

 

While Brad kept his bisexuality secret, he hoped to become open about it when he went big in the NFL. His girlfriend and his boyfriend both knew about each other, and respected his privacy.

 

Opening the door, Black greeted his young, erstwhile assistant. "Hello, Bradley. Rather nice day, isn't it?"

 

"Yeah, Doc, just got done with practice at the school. Amazing weather these days. Beats the crap outta winter." Said Bradley as he took in the odd appearance of the doctor's house. He knew Black was kinda weird, but...yeesh.

 

Black followed up with; "So, before we begin your community service, if I may ask, choose a number, 1 through 5..."

 

Bradley thought that was a rather weird question, but decided it probably had something to do with his task, and said, "Hmm, I'll have to choose..."

[JRamezo]

"Four. Its always been my lucky number."

 

Black ruminated on this for a moment. Four was the unlucky number over in Japan. It shared some sounds with the word for death. Well, that aside, Black let his young friend in, and immediately lined him up to help mix some chemicals which were not dangerous and clean up the laboratory.

 

Brad, despite his clique, was an exemplary helper, enough Black could almost feel bad for what he was about to do to the young man.

 

The jock just thought he was helping the slightly kooky old doctor, and happily did all he could to make sure this place was both clean, and safe. He too had no idea of what was about to happen, for his back was turned, and he could not see the device being primed.

 

Aimed at him, with the number four displayed on a screen.

 

Taking aim with the small device, the blast was like a dense, but colorless fog that settled into Brad without the slightest hint of pain or discomfort. At first, at least. Black watched with great trepidation for any sign of a transformation.

 

At first, it seemed he was out of luck. Brad kept working without even noticing the use of the device. Black put the device behind him to conceal it, just in time for Brad to turn around. He asked, "Is it getting hot in here?"

 

Indeed, all of a sudden, it seemed Brad was starting to feel hot. Like his shirt was tight on him and he was sweating after a big work out. "Hey doc, I'm not feeling so good. Mind if I head home?"

 

Dr. Black decided to let him leave for now. He knew the boy would be back. "Certainly. I don't want to cause a health crisis. I am a doctor after all."

 

With that, Brad wiped off his forehead and sighed, not liking to leave a job undone, and left the doctor's house. Black watched the young man as he left. This would be an entertaining couple of days. He also had a few other contacts he might be able to count on for test subjects at that school, for varying rationals and reasons.

 

The nerd, the drama-club student, the runner, the community leader...who to mature and how much...

 

(feel free to either show Brad's Age Progression and Muscle Growth, or grow and progress someone else called in by the doctor)