Matt sat on his bed drunk on the sensations Ben had subjected him to. He could hear Ben start up the his shower before descending and ascending the stairs, presumably having gotten a drink, but it was all still a tad hazy in mind. As the noise of the shower droned on Matt tried to gather his thoughts from his sensations and focus on his situation. Unfortunately the large deposits of Ben's sperm still wiggled microscopically inside him distracting his every thought. He knew he'd gone into this faster than he had initially intended and taken more risks than he'd wanted but here he was, living his own fantasies. He'd been a condom, he'd been used as a condom, now he just had to wait for his hour timer to expire and he'd go back to his old life. He knew this would be a fond memory and while he would almost undoubtedly try something like this again he knew he'd need to be more careful next time.
Unable to move and still bloated with the rapidly cooling semen he contentedly waited, enjoying the slowing movement of the sperm inside him. He couldn't be certain how long it'd been since Ben had finished cumming in him, tied him off, and gone for a shower but he was confident he'd been sitting there for nearly twenty minutes. It was hard to tell, having no clock he could see from his particular position on the bed.
Finally Ben returned to the room, still a bit damp and with a towel wrapped around his waist. Matt found the towel a pity but was eager for his friend's return as he couldn't do anything until he changed back without Ben's assistance. He tried to call out to ben like he had before. But he couldn't, he wasn't sure if it was because he was bloated full of cum or if it were simply from being filled with something where his 'face' was but he couldn't speak. No matter he'd change back soon enough. For now he watched as Ben rummaged through his dresser drawer, presumably to find a clean pair of clothes to borrow.
His friend had borrowed clothes from him before, although now that he thought about it he wondered if Ben had taken clothes without asking him before. As he thought about it Ben quickly changed into a new outfit before turning to Matt's bloated form on the bed.
"Just one thing left to do I guess."
Matt figured his friend was going to untie the knot he'd put in his condom body, maybe clean him out of this sperm deposit that had begun to go stale. Instead Ben plucked Matt's body by the rim and unceremoniously flung him into the bedside waste bin. From his position in the waste bin Matt could just see Ben turn, glance at Matt's computer, smirk to himself then turn away. He heard the door close, and he couldn't be sure but he thought he heard the sound of Ben walking away, leaving him alone. Something inside him kind of broke, his friend had just thrown him away, like garbage. True it was part of his fantasy, and yeah it was kind of hot, but he hadn't told Ben to do that at least not directly. He was having trouble reconciling his fantasy and the reality of his situation. Maybe Ben was waiting outside for the timer to expire, give him the full experience... yeah maybe.
He eagerly awaited the Chronovac's timer unaware exactly how much longer it had.