Star treatment

Xander looked at the Master P.C. and then at himself. The magic computer was his gateway to a new him. A better him. A him that the ladies might actually want to admit to dating, thank you very much Cordelia Chase.

Here he was you garden variety average guy. Maybe a comparison could be made to a young Bruce Campbell, Xander thought charitably. But he didnt have to be that anymore. This Master P.C. was his chance to be a Superman among men. And he didnt mean Christopher Reeves.

Although... No, nope, Xander shook his head. He had a different Hollywood leading man in mind. If you fiddled with the definition of leading man.

If you were going with someone who had a truly Superman style physique Xander was more partial to Clint Walker the actor who played Posey in the Dirty Dozen. A big muscle guy before body builders like Arnold came into Hollywood. Six foot six inches, two hundred and twenty or thirty pounds, beefy muscles without body builder definition. And a deep baritone voice that was good at singing, Xander had caught some of Clint Walkers singing cowboy work from the 60s.

Biting his lower lip, Xander wondered how to write this up... if he suddenly changed people would freak... so he'd have to make this a retroactive change.

Could Master P.C. do that?

Better check to make sure that was possible. Xander rolled his eyes. Here he was getting ready to make some big changes and he still didnt know all the ins and out of Master P.C.

After looking around and checking out all out Xander was pretty sure he had the basics of Master P.C. figured out. So time to get started.

02- Since puberty started until today Xander Harris has been steadily growing into a body that looks and sounds like a teenage version of the actor Clint Walker when he stared as Posey in the Dirty Dozen.

Xander felt a tingle like a full body case of static electricity and when it passed Xander could only gawk at the new him before his eyes. He looked around and tried to keep his awestruck looks to himself as he looked over his legs and arms and chest.

He... he... he was huge. Football players were smaller than him!

He surreptitiously checked on his new penis. Casually feeling it out to make sure it hadnt changed in all the hub-bub. He was relieved to find it was still there and still monolithic. He snorted, only now with his newly enhanced giant body it probably seemed more proportional.