Nate tried a few passwords, but none worked. He'd just have to wait until he could put his Jeffstrap back on, then he knew he would know the right password to use.
Jeff was in hell. He was so full of dried cum that he was unable to speak intelliibly to Nate. But he could read Nate's awful mind. Nate was planning to adjust the Chronivac so that being Nate's jockstrap was Jeff's new normal. Jeff would only be human when Nate chose, "like for birthdays, Thanksgiving and Christmas," Nate had thought.
Jeff had hoped to communicate with his mother, but Nate had thrown him into the washer. If this was like the last time he was laundered, Jeff would be unable to communicate for hours. Then his mother's voice had echoed eerily in the wash tub. He would be human again in a few hours.
If only! But what if Nate used or uses the Chronivac? Would Jeff even know?
Then there waa the truly terrifying idea that Nate might try to implement. He had been thinking, if everyone on his team was able to wear a Jeffstrap that they'd be linked mentally, and form am unstoppable team. Jeffstrap could help them bond more fully as a team. Jeff was left with image of twenty young men sweating and jerking off into 20 copies of him. Then as an afterthought Nate thought that the coach and assistant coach should have Jeffstraps too. That was Nate's thought when Nate stripped out of Jeff in the hallway.
While Jeffstrap churned in the sudsy water, slowly losing consciousness, Nate did his homework. Minutes after toasted Jeff lay folded on his bed, Nate was wearing Jeff. He sat at Jeff'scomputer and intuitively logged into the Chronivac. Jeff's password was a nerdy set of chess moves.
When Nate was done, he was horny as hell. There was something about wearing Jeff. He resisted jerking off and set Jeff back on Jeff's bed.
When Jeff awoke, he was human again. He was naked upside on his own bed. He turned his head Nate was in his room too. Nate was naked and sitting in Jeff's chair. The computer screen was lit with the Chronivac program.
Jeff sat up. He tried to speak, but it was like his mouth was full of cotton wool.
"Wump oop dwingtuh muh?" Jeff managed to say.
"Still don't understand you, bro. Guess it's a side effect of the Chronivac?" Nate shrugged.
"Wumpf!" Jeff managed as he noticed his skin was now the color of a jockstrap.
"Relax, the Chronivac tutorial said that transformation goes smoothly when the subject is relaxed." Nate advised.
"Ruhluhkt?" Jeff said as his wide eyed look glazed over.
"There thats better," Nate said with a smile.