“Yea, I think... I think I need to go lie down. Sir.” I winced at how I felt compelled to address Jeff as my superior.
Jeff smiled and ruffled my hair. He was treating me like a pet, yet it felt so right. “Take as much time as you need. But don’t doze off, we still have plans for shopping later.”
I nodded absentmindedly and stood up. Looking down at him only emphasized how much I towered over his tiny frame. If he took a step closer, he could hide beneath my pecs and I’d be none the wiser, except for the arousing scent he gave off. Tearing myself away from his gaze, I plodded through the living room and back up the stairs. Now that my dick was free, it slapped against my thighs with each step, each time sending a chill of pleasure up my spine. God, it was so sensitive. I was hardening to half-mast again for the third time this morning, letting my donkey dick lead the way.
I stopped at the door to my room. Part of me wanted to obey what I told Jeff and take a break from all this madness, but I was aching to investigate as much as I could before he came looking for me. And if he caught me somewhere I shouldn’t be, I guess I’d have to be punished. The thought made me blush.
Against my better judgement, I started peeking into the other rooms. Standard bathroom. Standard closet. Standard master bedroom. Bingo! My master’s- I mean, Jeff’s room must be here. I had not even taken a step and my nose was already assaulted with his heady musk. My cock lurched, flinging pre-jism in front of me, landing on his door. I hurriedly scooped it up, and with nowhere else to wipe it, instinctively lapped it up. I shuddered. It was sweet, like Jeff, but faint compared to his load. Thinking about him made me crave his little dick again. I tried to stifle my whine as I spurted another drizzle of clear ambrosia.
If I kept this up, I’d be here all day. Taking a deep breath, I braced myself and cautiously entered.
Unlike my room, Jeff’s was well-lit by the windows adorning his walls. His bed was huge; it had to be King-sized, and was stacked with several pillows. I wondered what he would need all that space for, being such a little runt that he is. An adorable, confident, sexy, little runt. Damnit.
The bedside nightstand had a journal laid open. A diary, perhaps. I could learn about his personal thoughts to give me a perspective on a lot things. Why did he let me move in? Does he have mis-matched memories like me? And most importantly, what did he think of me?
On the other side of the bed, there was a bookshelf. Rows upon rows of literature. I rolled my eyes; of course the nerd was a bookworm. But maybe I could find something historical and check if anything’s changed.
My eyes drifted to the desk next to me. The computer was on, softly whirring away. A quick web search would be much easier. I’d just have to cover my tracks to avoid any digital fingerprints.
The monitor lit up as I moved the mouse. My palm all but engulfed the tiny thing. The screen displayed a program called “Chronivac.” I‘ve never heard of it, and I couldn’t deny that I was curious. “Transform for fun,” I mumbled, reading off the tag line. I might be onto something here.