Jeff struggled to react, but things were already out of control. With a look at the screen, he had tried to see what changes Nate had done to his situation, but...
" I tought that an underwear didn't need to read, would it ? So I already made some adjustments to make you more... comfortable. And prevent any risk of revenge, by the way. Afterall, even if we became very intimate recently, I still didn't know you enought to be sure you... would fully embrace your transformation."
Nate's tone was very peculiar and Jeff shivered earing him. Obviously being in front of the machine and discovering all its possibilities had drove Nate on a path Jeff didn't know. The little brother may be a little too much enthusiastic about taking adventage on his sibblings.
Jeff's body was itching has hell. His skin was cotton-maid, jockstrap-colored, but his flesh was still human for the moment. All his joints were burning and ... vibrating, as if their connections were unlocking themselves in a very meticulous way. His mind was rushing : Nate obviously planned to make him be part of the clothing kind again, but he might have enought time to change something before getting completely inert and powerless. He tires to move, but even if his muscles were working, all his skelton seemed to be as weak as a cards casttle.
How frustrating it was ! He had only wanted to play, to explore his fantasies and take pleasure in it. Why did he let his mother to put him in such predicament ?