Jerome grabbed his gym bag and walked out the door. He climbed into his car and threw his bag on the seat. Jeff was in darkness in the gym bag. "Why would I change into a wash rag?", Jeff thought, mentally kicking himself. He remembered that if the user is outside of a 5 mile radius from the chronivac, it might not be able to change the user back. Jeff was frightened; he knew that the gym Jerome goes to is at least 10 miles away.
Jeff sat in the dank darkness of the gym bag, unable to move or do anything. Jeff had no nose at all, but unfortunately for him, he could still smell everything. There were some dirty clothes in the bag that stunk of BO and old sweat. There were also some damp socks touching Jeff's body. The smell in the bag was terrible. Jeff was so angry that he was stuck like this.
Jerome finally arrived at the gym. He picked up his bag and walked in. In the locker roor, he took off his shirt and set te bag on the bench. He opened the gym bag and rooted around inside of it. He pulled out Jeff and set him aside. "Oh god", Jeff thought, "I'm going to be used. Jeff sat on the bench and stared at his brother. He was admiring himself in the mirror, shirtless. Jeff could see that his brother was very muscular and hairy. He flexed a bicep, and JEff saw the muscles bulge up, a big bush of pit hair spilling out. Jeff had always been jealous of Jerome's body, which was much more developed and masculine that his. "I may be getting a bit more aquanted with Jerome's body then I wanted", Jeff thought grimly.
Jerome started rooting through the locker. "Damn, I forgot my deodorant at home", Jerome said out loud. He took an experimental sniff of his pit, and scrunched his nose in disgust. "Oh, man, I'm going to be ripe after this workout. Oh well", Jerome said, with a shrug. Jeff heard Jerome say this, and he felt a sinking feeling. Jerome had no deodorant? He was going to totally stink! Jeff, stuck as a sweat rag was not in the nicest position. Jerome scratched his hairy chest, shut his locker, and grabbed Jeff. He sauntered into the gym shirtless, with Jeff draped over his neck.
Jerome started hitting the weights right away. Grunting and pumping all that iron made Jerome work up quite a sqweat quickly. After his first couple sets, he had worked up enough sweat to use Jeff. He grabbed Jeff and wiped Jeff's cloth body all over his sweaty chest. Jerome's chest hair was matted down with sweat as he used Jeff. Jeff could taste the sweat as it was greedily absorbed into his cotton body. It tasted thick and salty. Jeff was horrified; he would be gagging if he still physically could. Jeff could also smell the thick musk wafting off of his brother. Man, he stunk! After Jeff had absorbed the sweat, Jerome put him around his neck again.
After a couple more sets, Jeff was picked up again. Jerome lifted one of his arms, exposing his hairy armpits. He took Jeff and started wiping up his sweaty pits. Jeff was mentally screaming. The sweat in his brothers armpit was much worse; it was very smelly and stinky. As Jeff tasted the salty sweat, he was also being inundated with Jeromes BO. His brother's body odor was over whelming; it was absolutely horrible! Jeff was cursing the chronivac as he thoroughly scrubbed the pit, the thick pit hairs rubbing all over Jeff's body.
By the time Jerome was finished with the workout, Jeff was almost dripping in sweat, and he stunk to high heaven. He had been used to wipe almost every part of his brothers body, with Jeff tasting and smelling it all. Jeff had gotten acquated with Jerome's pits over a dozen times, which was the worst for Jeff. Jeff felt overwhelmed by his BO; it was all around him and he couldn't get away with it.
Jerome grabbed Jeff and wandered back into the locker room. He dropped Jeff onto the locker room bench with a wet slap. Jeff looked up helplessly at his brother. "What else am i going to be subjected to?", Jeff wondered.