It was dark when Max came out to untether PonyBoy Tony. He sighed, "Having a slave is a lot more work than I expected." He said it to himself, as he led Tony around back and hosed him off in the backyard.
"A slave is supposed to make your life easier not harder. Perhaps a labor saving appliance would be better," he pulled out his cell phone.
"Hey, that's my phone," Tony gasped. He hadn't noticed that Max had removed his gag bit. He was just so tired and sore.
"Not anymore, I discovered that the Chronivac has a blue tooth app, so I downloaded it during the commercials. You'd have enjoyed the Flash tonight. Ah, well, I don't know if machines can enjoy anything, but we'll find out." Max hit the execute button on the touch screen.
"Wai-" Tony said reaching forward. His hand closed in a fist and became a rubber tire. His teeth fused together, and he got cold and hard all over.
A few minutes later, Max was inspecting his new toy. Tony had no idea what he was until, Max climbed on his back and turned him on. He was an outdoor riding vacuum like the maintenance men used at the park. His mouth was the suction device, and his body was some sort of tractor. As he rolled across the lawn sucking up blades of grass, he could taste it all, he realized that the bag filling up behind him was his stomach, lungs and testicles combined. He felt them swelling to capacity, as Max began sucking the grass cuttings from the front lawn. When Max finished, Tony felt like his nuts were going to burst, and his stomach was going to explode. Max parked him in the garage, and turned out the light.
In the morning, Tony's father opened the garage, and started to get into his car, when he noticed Tony.
"That boy!" he said in an exasperated tone, "If he wasn't my only son," he added shaking his head. Tony's dad unfastened the bag from the vacuum tractor, and dragged it out to the trash.
Tony felt gutted and castrated all at once. Then he felt his nuts and belly being dragged across the rough concrete. It was too weird. His father hung his empty canvass sack on the garage wall, and drove to work. He was totally oblivious that the tractor had ever been his other son, or that he even had one.
Hours passed, and Max returned from Little League practice. He was sweaty and grimy, and grinning evilly.
"Hey, Tone, looks like someone emptied you. I bet you'd like to be human again." He pulled out the phone and aimed it at Tony.
Tony screamed in agony, as he stood and fell to his knees. He was gutted and castrated.
"Oops," Max said, and pushed a button on the phone.
Tony was a machine again. Max hooked up the bag securely, and then changed Tony back. He was naked and clutching his belly with one hand and his crotch with the other.
"Well, that's my good deed for the day," Max said snidely, "Now I need to shower, towel boy."
Tony opened his mouth, but the Chronivac was chiming, and he felt himself collapsing. He remembered that you had to revert the subject to its original form to completely change it into something else. It seemed that he was now going to be Max's towel. How more humiliating could this get?