"Chris, Jeff! I'm home, brought pizza! Get down here while it's hot!" shouted Jeff's mother.
"Oh, shit! If she finds out what I did to Chris, she'll kill me!" gasped Jeff. He typed rapidly and hit execute.
It became suddenly quiet in the next room. Jeff got up, and went to investigate.
There on the floor of the den/gameroom/gym was Chris, Jeff's pet mastiff snoring. Over in the corner was an inflated male blow up doll formerly Dom. Jeff quickly went over, and flipped him over a couple times until he found the air valve. Then he grabbed the doll to squeeze the air out of him. He'd assumed that the blow up doll was female. If his mother found this, he'd never be able to convince her he wasn't gay. He flattened Dom completely, as Chris woke up. As he had programmed the Chronivac originally, Chris was oblivious, and now thought he was Jeff's pet dog, and Dom was aware - totally aware.
One minute Dom was getting a magnificent blow job from his best friend, in some sort of weird wish dream where whatever he wished seemed to become reality. Suddenly, Chris' room totally changed. His computer was gone replaced by a big screen TV, there was a home gym set up in the corner, and the room was now painted deep red. Chris was all dog, and curled up on a dog bed and started snoring. Dom just sat there with his cock permanently erect unable to move. Had he had a stroke? Then Jeff had burst in. Chris' kid brother came in looked around, then the punk kid grabbed Dom with one hand and flipped him over a few times like he was a rag doll or something. Then he opened a valve that had grown on Dom, and released the air. Dom was deflating, he was some sort of balloon? A balloon man? He never wished that! Then he heard Jeff mutter, "Oh, gawd, if ma finds me with this male sex doll, she'll think I'm gay!" He was a male inflatable sex doll, and then Jeff carried Dom back to his room, and shoved the deflated jock under his mattress. Dom was crushed, and plunged into darkness along with Jeff's jizz soaked porn mags.
"Jeff get down here! Dinner's ready!" shouted mother.
Chris was snuffling around following Jeff now that he was awake. He dashed ahead of Jeff on the stairs and straight into the kitchen.
"Down, Chris! Your dinner's in your bowl!" shouted mother.
Jeff came through the doorway, saying, "Yum, pizza!"
"Pizza? Jeff you know that junk food isn't good for you," scolded mother, "I stopped by Saladopolis, and got you the Mega Tuna Salad! Your favorite!" she exclaimed proudly.
"Yum, tuna," answered Jeff. Being an only child may not be such a good thing after all. He sat down and started to eat his salad. In the corner, Chris chomped away on his dry dog food.
"Jeffery!" snapped his mother, "Say grace first!"
Jeff rolled his eyes. They never said grace. He suddenly remembered tales from his only child friends who bemoaned helicopter moms and the like.