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Chris pulled into the parking lot of his apartment complex, still giggling to himself about giving the cashier a set of tits that any aspiring pornstar would be jealous of.

As he entered the indoor complex, he spotted one of his neighbors walking out of their apartments and exchanged a hello.

Her name was Susan, she was a wealthy old lady of maybe sixty, and was probably making a trip to the store or going to another doctor’s appointment.

As she approached him, walking in the opposite direction, he consciously decided against fantasizing what she would look like with tits bigger than her head. However, since his mind was worked up from the breast-filled shenanigans, he wondered what this woman used to look like in her prime.

Right before his eyes, Chris saw the old woman's wrinkles begin to vanish, her skin became more vibrant and youthful, her posture straightened up, and her pace slightly increased.

Chris slowed for a moment, shocked by what he'd just done, but the formerly old woman just kept walking, completely unaware of the change. She was still up there in her years, but Chris wouldn't have pegged her for someone who was older than forty years. Just as his nervous hand grabbed at his apartment's door handle, he heard a shriek of panic from down the steps the woman had proceeded down.

Not wanting to deal with having to explain himself, Chris slipped inside and locked the door behind him in a hurry.

"Holy shit." He mumbled to himself, looking around the living room and seeing no sign of his bimbofied dad.

After that, Chris dashed towards the bathroom, jumped inside, then locked the door behind him.

What the fuck did his dad do to him?

Clearly he wasn't just able to make breasts grow, but he could also make people younger?

What else could he do?

The only thing on his mind at this point was his raging erection, which was quickly exposed as soon as the young man ripped of his clothes and was standing naked in front of the mirror.

It was time to experiment, he thought to himself as he reached for the case of beer next to him and-...

He forgot to put the beer in the fridge, it seemed.

Chris shrugged, too caught up in the excitement to care. He then reached down, opened the case, pulled one out, and then guzzled it down until it was half-empty.

After that, he set it down next to the sink on the counter and got a good long look at himself in the mirror while gently stoking his seven-inch member.

Aside from his slightly above-average cock, the rest of him was anything but.

He was about 5'7, only two inches taller than his father's current height. He also had brown eyes, short light-brown hair, pale but healthy skin, a very light amount of body hair, no excessive fat, and nary a defined muscle to be noticed.

Now, the question was:

"What am I changing first?" He asked himself, grinning like an idiot.