Jeff heard and felt something pop. He was growing bigger. He had arms again. He had legs again. But his face was still buried in one of the big football player's crotches. He felt the firm meaty grip under his chin grinding his face into the jock's balls and thighs. Suddenly, the guy let go, and Jeff leaped backwards. He was naked. He was still in the locker room, but he was human, right?
"Hey, toss the deodorant over here, Cal!" shouted Jeff's brother.
The giant, who had been grinding Jeff's face into his crotch, grabbed Jeff and lifted him bodily and hurled his flailing body across the locker room into his brother's waiting arms.
"Oof! Ooogle!" gasped and mumbled Jeff as he found his face buried in his brother's armpit.
"Bro, I have to admit you're the best deodorant the team has ever had," said Jeff's brother, as he shoved Jeff's head into his other pit.
A half dozen other guys used Jeff the human deodorant that day. He sat sniveling on pile of dirty towels. Someone had written on his bare chest, "TEAM DEODORANT". Somehow the Chronivac had restored his humanity, but in the process, he had become living human deodorant. People were aware that he was Jeff, but they also knew with a total certainty that he was the team's deodorant. He was sure he reeked from all the armpits and crotches, but when he sniffed himself he only smelled the sweet tangy fresh scent of deodorant.
He had to get out of here. He had to get home to use the Chronivac to fix this, he thought. But he was naked? How? Hm?