From the shared dorm bathroom came a loud grumpy shout, "Ew, the toilet's clogged. we need a plumber!"
"Oh, great," said Anthony, "I need to go before I head to class! Where are we going to get a plumber quickly."
Chris chuckled, plumber was one of the options. "Let me see, I might be able to help." He selected the Plumber Package.
The Chronivac chimed, as Tim came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. He stared as he saw Anthony's half naked body shimmer and shift. His boxers became bib overalls with the name Tony sewn onto them. His recently found philosophy book was now a red metal tool box. The new Tony had many of Anthony's former features, but he was heavier and older than before. His hair peppered with grey, as his haircut shortened into a buzz cut. So that's what the Chronivac did, it imposed its package of features on the selected subject.
Anthony looked a bit confused.
"One of you guys call for a plumber?"
Tim answered, and pointed to the bathroom, "Toilet's clogged."
"Right," said Tony, and he disappeared into the bathroom.
"What's with Anthony?" Tim asked Chris in a whisper.
"Uh, I got me a Chronivac," answered Chris smugly. He was already examining Tim's stats. "You think Tony will need a plumber's helper?" He asked eyeing some of the options now popping up.
"Right, yeah, he probably will need a plunger. Wait Chronivac? You can use that to temporarily alter any human within range. Don't change me into a plunger!" Tim said in panic.
"A plumber's helper is a plunger. Hm, I didn't realize that I had inanimate options."
Tim had started to walk toward Chris, but froze in mid stride as the Chronivac suspended his movements. He felt his towel loosen, but he couldn't grab it. His towel slowly undone dropped to Tim's feet. Chris laughed.
"Who Tim you are huge, aren't you?" laughed Chris. Tim was a thin lanky guy, but he had a big cock. At least ten inches hard, so it was visibly outlined inside his pant leg when he threw a boner. "Maybe you should be a bit more proportional?"
Tim's eyes widened. Chris was going to shrink his cock or make his body bigger. He couldn't speak.
"I wonder what you're thinking Tim?" The help window popped up again with the suggestion that Chris click on the subject thought monitor. "Oh, I guess I can find out what you're thinking!" Chris added after reading and clicking.
Tim's voice erupted from the computer speakers, but his lips remained frozen.
"No, he can't read my mind, or he'll find out that he could turn me into his obedient toy! If I had the Chronivac, I'd change Chris, Will and Anthony into plastic superhero figurines to add to my collection." Chris looked over at the Marvel and DC characters lining one of Tim's bookshelves. Tim continued, "For when they're not in use. Then I'd have their schedules entered into the Chronivac to automatically turn them human for class or studying or work. Since they would each know that they were my toys, my property, they would gladly fork over all the money they earn at work. Best of all, most of the time, I'd have the dorm room to myself, like my own private room. No waits for the bathroom, jerk off whenever I like."
"Yeah, Tim, you'd make a darling little Spiderman figurine, but I don't collect figurines," sighed Chris, "What are you afraid I will turn you into, Tim?"
Tim's shallow breathing seemed to stop. The voice on the computer was silent for second or two. Then it blurted out. "Oh, no I don't want to be a blow up doll or penis pump or whatever else is in your bottom drawer."
"Oh, you looked in my bottom drawer?" asked Chris.
The voice was now terrified, "I didn't on purpose. Will opened it, and showed up both while you were at practice."
There were a few clanking sounds from the bathroom, then the toilet flushed. Tony the plumber appeared just outside the bathroom door carrying his tool chest. He said, "Cleared the clog, reseated the toilet, fixed the showerhead, and sink valves. Everything works like new. Total comes to $435. Cash or credit?" His body started to shimmer. A red window popped open on Chronivac. Subject One duration: until task completed. TASK COMPLETED flashed in red. Anthony's waist and muscles shrank within the overalls, which shrank to become boxers. His grey hairs vanished, and grew back to their former length. The wet metal tool box was now a wet philosophy book.
Anthony blinked.
"Why's Tim naked?"
"Aren't you going to be late, Anthony?"
"I've gotta find my philosophy book firs-" he paused and raised his hand. "How did it get wet?"
"Don't know, but you brought it out of the bathroom after Tim was done."
"Tim!" Anthony said angrily, and then looked at the clock. "Shit, it's late. I gotta run!"
Anthony pulled on sweat pants and a t-shirt, and sandals, and shoved the damp book in his backpack. He glanced a couple times as he dressed at immovable Tim.
Chris answered, "Tim's got a job as a life drawing model in the art department, and has to practice standing still naked. He's been like that for fifteen minutes, but he's shooting for an hour."
"Uh. huh," said Anthony, who seemed oblivious to his own transformation. "See you later. Hope Tim is done practicing then." He dart out the door.
"Oh, this option will work for both of us, Tim," Chris said selecting an option on the Chronivac, and turning back on the mental monitor option.
"No, please, Chris - you canno-" blurted out Tim's scared voice. It stopped, and then it became, "I am Chris' werejockstrap. It is good to be worn by Chris. When I am not being worn, I serve Chris. I will be the best student, and get the best grades, I will keep the dorm room clean, and I will give Chris all the money I make at Starbucks. Mmpht- it's good to be an athletic supporter. I love to cradle Chris' manhood. To taste his sweat, piss and cum. I lov-" Chris turned off the speaker again.
The Chronivac chimed, and Chris walked over to the new white jockstrap on the floor on top of Anthony's now empty boxers.
"Well, let's see how well you fit. I"ve got practice in an hour, so I've got a while to break you in with a jog over to the gym."