Jeff said no, well, he tried to say, he tried to argue, but Greg used his app, and Jeff had to obey. What the fuck had he done to him? When dad found out, he would get his revenge. Or if he could get to the Chroniv- chroni- (FILE DELETED). Fuck, Greg not only was fucking his new vagina, but he'd mind fucked him too. Greg was a wimp compared to muscled pussy Jeff, but Jeff was all pussy now. He sobbed on the mattress, as Greg got up.
"Yeah, I prefer butt sex, but Del's more bi than me, he'll probably enjoy your twat more. I think I'll order pizza. Night, Jeff," Greg said
"Pizza? I am pret-" Jeff was going to say how hungry he was. He hadn't gotten lunch because he was in the shop. But Greg pushed the button on the remote, and Jeff rolled off the mattress and transformed into a Jeep again. Greg switched off the garage light.
Jeff couldn't believe Greg had fucked him, and then turned him back into a Jeep, and left him in the dark garage, while he ordered a pizza. Bro? Had Greg forgotten he was human? BING. Oh, good, Greg was contacting him, he was going to say it was all a prank - and
Greg said, "Jeep, download from the cloud all videos of eunuchs being fucked, and the best videos of guys getting head, study how it's done. Next time you're human, I'll expect a quality blow job. Auto loop the videos."
Then no more. Of course, Jeff was occupied studying blow job techniques, repeatedly. He was streaming at 100GB per minute. He didn't realize how much porn there was, he had thought he'd have seen the same ones 100 times every hour, but there were more than he could view 100 times every hour. He seen 287 repeats in the 3 hours, when Jeff suddenly felt his body becoming human again. He was naked lying on the floor of the garage when Greg flipped on the light.
"Hey, Jeff, saved you some pizza. But first let's see whatcha learned. Give me a good blow job, and you can earn a piece."
"Greg, we're-"
"Uh, uh, no words, use your tongue, as you're now programmed to Blow Jeff," Greg said as he belched, and punched the app on his phone.
Jeff did as programmed. He was very good. He was programmed that way. He needed to get that phone away from Greg. He needed to restore deleted memories. They were bros, not slave and master, they were -damn, he's typing into the phone while I - (DELETED). Greg is master, it is jeep.
"Good job. You earned your pizza. Eat."
He tossed Jeff a slice of cold pepperoni pizza. Jeff was starving and wolfed it down.
Greg belched again. He reeked of beer.
"Put some clothes on, Jeff," Greg ordered.
Jeff stared blindly forward awaiting order. He wondered who Jeff was, he knew he was jeep.
"Damn, deleted too much I guess. Good thing its got auto backup. Now to delete selectively."
Jeff wasn't sure what happened. One minute he was sitting on the garage floor naked having giving his (deleted) Greg a blow job, then he ate a cold cardboard like slice of pizza. Then it was blank. Did Greg drive him or did they walk? He was half a mile from home at the tatoo parlor on the interstate. He felt the needle on his naked thigh. Oh, good grief, he was getting tattooed. He saw Greg nearby typing into his phone. BLANK. Jeff needed to get Greg's phone to restore his memory.
He blinked. Jeff didn't remember getting tattooed, buy he could see both legs were inked as he stood in his yellow running shorts and a sweat shirt next to Greg who was seated at the bar. He could feel the stinging pain on both butt cheeks, his chest, back and arms. Damn, the bartender was saying last call. It was 2 AM. He'd give Greg his blow job a little after 8 PM.