Meanwhile, in Saudi Arabia...

In a lavish palace, several Saudi sheikhs were gathered around a large screen, watching the live feed from Walter's workshop with great interest. They had invested heavily in this project and were eager to see results. Hidden spy cameras had been installed throughout Walter's workshop and home, ensuring that every moment of his progress was captured.

"Look at that!" one of the sheikhs exclaimed, pointing at the screen where Walter was transformed into the blonde teenager. "He really did it! That body is fucking perfect."

Another sheikh, with a thick beard and a twinkle in his eye, leaned back in his chair and chuckled. "I must admit, I did not expect such a... vivid demonstration. The way he moved, so graceful and youthful."

A third sheikh, who had been quietly observing, suddenly stood up and adjusted his robes. "This is impressive, but we need to ensure that the technology is reliable and can be used on others, not just Walter."

The room fell silent for a moment as they all considered the implications. Then, the sheikh with the beard burst into laughter. "And think about the possibilities! We could have an army of beautiful young women at our disposal! Imagine the fun we could have with that!"

The others joined in his laughter, envisioning the various applications of Walter's invention. The atmosphere was one of excitement and anticipation, tempered only by the knowledge that much work still needed to be done.

"Let us hope that Walter can deliver on his promise," one of them said finally, raising a glass of dates and milk in a toast. "To the future of TGONY-1820!"

As the sheikhs continued to watch the feed, they saw Walter and his sons discussing further plans. The sheikh with the beard turned to his companions with a mischievous grin.

"Gentlemen," he said, "let us enjoy the fruits of our investment. Just look at that body—so firm, so tight."

With that, the sheikhs relaxed into their plush chairs, their eyes never leaving the screen. They began to unbutton their robes, revealing their growing erections. The room filled with the sound of their breathing growing heavier as they took themselves in hand, stroking slowly at first, then building momentum as they became more engrossed in the scene unfolding before them.

The sheikh with the beard leaned back, his eyes half-closed as he pleaded himself vigorously, a low moan escaping his lips. "Fuck, this is hot. I could get used to seeing that every day."

Another sheikh, his breath coming in short gasps, gripped the arm of his chair tightly, his knuckles white as he moved his hand faster and faster. "The best part is knowing that this technology can make anyone look like a young woman. Can you imagine the possibilities?"

A third sheikh chimed in, his voice strained with arousal. "We could have Walter running around the palace too, doing our every bidding. This is going to be better than any harem."

They continued to watch and pleasure themselves, their moans and heavy breathing creating a symphony of arousal. The workshop had become their personal playground, and they intended to make the most of it, using Walter's extraordinary creation to satisfy their deepest desires.