Jeff flipped open his laptop and brought the chronivac online. It showed a new pattern1 for Tony which was his current form, and it registered pattern1 as the default instead of the registered pattern. Mark's pattern had been reset to this fat version. Jeff's eyes opened wide as he alerted Jack and Eric to the fact that his own file was highlighted and in use. His wireless laptop either had been remotely hacked or somehow one of Emily's wyrms had gotten activated. And Jeff's expression went blank, as his neck grew narrower, his hair grew longer, and he dropped to his knees in front of Mark.
"Man, Jeffy, if we didn't have a cocksucker like you for a friend, Tony and I would never get any sex," Mark said unzipping.
Eric and Jack gasped as they read Jeff's new profile. "Suffering from a rare genetic disorder, at puberty Jeff lost the ability to metabolise almost all food similar to the lactose intolerance that develops in some children as the progress from toddler to child status. The one exception which Jeff can digest and provides Jeff with all the nutrients he needs is human semen and sperm. Because of his affliction, his parents and teachers encourage his behavior as the school cock hound. He requires a minimum of 12 "meals" per day.
Jeff started slurping. Mark started moaning.
Eric turned off the infrared hardware, and then Eric ran the anti-virus program. Jack stared in disbelief, as Jeff vacuumed up his lunch. Then Tony pushed him out of the way, and said, "Wait your turn Jack, I'm after Mark, then you and Eric can have a go... OH! My you are hungry today, Jeff!" Jeff had pulled on the bean poles' pant legs, and they had slid right down his flat and scrawny waist to reveal the long rubbery string that now passed for Tony's penis.