Jeff knew his biggest fantasy was to have no arms or legs, just small stumps.
He typed his new body into the Chronovac, knowing it was a dangerous idea, but his cock was raging hard just thinking about it.
He looked at his right hand, his perfectly designed hand that millions of years of mammalian evolution designed, and grinned at the idea of eliminating it.
He clicked "Apply."
Jeff instantly felt a hot rush of blood to his shoulders and thighs. He looked at the t-shirt sleeves, the empty denim pants.
Jeff squirmed around in his new body. He had a head, a torso, internal organs, but only round, soft stumps where his arms and legs were supposed to be.
Jeff tried to type on his keyboard and click his mouse--he couldn't! His arms were gone, just smooth round stumps squirming around pointlessly. No fingers, no thumbs, no elbows, no typing, no handwriting, no handshakes, no high-fives. All those useful things were denied to him now.
He tried to kick the underside of his desk. He tried to push his seat back. He couldn't! His legs were gone, just smooth round stumps squirming around pointlessly. No toes, no knees, no standing up, no kicking anything, no kneeling, no squatting, no walking, no running. All those useful things were denied to him now.
Jeff's heart was beating frantically as he thought about his new situation. He had the Chronovac but it could only respond to a real person's instructions. He only had dull, smooth nubs instead of hands, with no ability to click or type. He only had dull, smooth nubs where his legs should be.
Jeff's penis was so hard he couldn't stand it. For a second he tried to take off his jeans so he could touch it--no, how? He had no arms, no elbows, no hands. He leaned over so he could touch his right nub to his cock--it felt so strange to feel that smooth nub against his penis. It wasn't good enough for how horny he was. He wanted to take his whole hand and grasp his penis and jerk it off. But that was impossible now. Jeff didn't have hands. Jeff didn't have fingers. Jeff was incapable of even unzipping his jeans, incapable of pulling his foreskin back, incapable of standing up.
Jeff wanted to back to jack off but it was physically impossible. He struggled to get out of the chair so he could figure out what his new body was capable of. After a brief struggle he fell off his office chair and witnessed the real limits of his new body. His jeans were built for a normal human being but he didn't have legs, only nubs, and his denim pants were mostly empty. He kicked around wildly and saw how pointless his leg nubs were. He squirmed his arms around and saw how small, helpless, and pointless they were.
After about ten minutes he was able to stand up onto his leg nubs, with the help of his arm nubs. He was sweating and exhausted. Just standing up to his full 90-centimeter height was an exhausting endeavour.
His penis was raging intensely with his excitement over his own helplessness. He desperately wanted to grab his cock and rub it out but he had no fingers and no arms. He wanted to climb back onto his chair to reverse the transformation but just standing up onto his leg nubs was so exhausting he couldn't stand it. Maybe this powerless body, with no fingers or toes, no limbs, no power, maybe this was the best home for him. He stared at his drooling cock until he had to fall asleep. This body was incapable of doing anything. It was a living prison. It was perfect for him. Jeff belonged in this body. Jeff belonged in a helpless 90-cm body prison with no fingers, no toes, no ability to type, no ability to operate a mouse, no ability to stand up, no ability to dress himself, clean himself, feed himself, cook, write, masturbate, it was all so utterly impossible for him. He had four smooth beautiful nubs incapable of doing anything except wagging around, forever. Jeff looked at his nubs and realized it would never be reversed. This body was his home now.