Guitar Hero

"Son, I don't mind you staying home and playing video games since you obviously couldn't go to school today -- but until we figure out how to change you back, can you at least put on some clothes?"

"But Dad, what am I supposed to wear now, huh? All of my clothes would look silly on me since I'm not a little kid any more! I mean I have grown-up muscles and everything now. Oh! And look at this!"

"Whoa -- okay, son. Why don't you, uh... cover that up..."

"But why, Dad!? It's so neat! And it's so big, and look at how it has like all this hair on it! Is this what yours looks like, Dad?"

"Daniel! You are going over yourself up right now, young man, do you hear me? Or the video game gets turned off!"

"Awww, Dad! C'mon!"

"Upstairs. Now."

Craig watched as his son reluctantly put down the Guitar Hero controller and headed up the stairs.

"Damn..." he thought to himself, trying for now to hide the massive hardon in his pants, "That age progression formula worked even better than I thought it would. Look at that ass! Absolutely perfect! Now I've just gotta get him acting like an adult... Lucky I've got that formula ready to go as well..."