Jeff began typing location parameters specifying that he and the transformed Dean be sent to the same location. It wasn't until he hit enter that he realized his fatal error. Jeff saw the top bar on the main window still read "CHRONIVAC 4.0: INANIMATE TRANSFORMATIONS". Jeff's personality was changing, and so was his body. He was getting more agressive, more interested in being strong and muscular, but at the same time instead of growing, he was shrinking. His mass dwindled. His pale tan was getting paler. His body was getting thinner. Jeff gasped as he collapsed into the chair unable to move. It seemed as though he was deflating. Then he understood. He was still changing into a jock--it just was the wrong type, the inanimate type.
He glanced over at Dean hanging on the chair behind and above him, and Jeff realized he must be lying flat on the seat of the chair. He knew he was cottony fabric with ribs across his pouch, his arms and legs wrapped to form the leg straps, and his torso molded into the waistband. He was grossed out to realize that his butt and head had merged to form the pouch along with his own cock and balls. Five minutes had elapsed, and as he lay there limp and lifeless, the Chronivac counted down the 60 seconds to transport time.