Richie flipped on his computer, it was his brother's old one. He found a porno channel, and grabbed his cum rag. He was and horny. He managed to blow another load and a half. His current steady was away for the week visiting her sick grandmother, it was a good thing he found his old cum rag. He thought about how often he had used it when Jeff disappeared. It has been a great stress reliever. He wadded up the towel and tossed it back in his closet. He dressed, and headed out to play basketball with his peeps.
BING!
He had left the computer on. A program running in the background 's timer ran down. The Chronivac didn't know or care about Jeff's state of mind, or lack there of. It just realized the duration of that matter as a handtowel had come to an end. The wadded up towel began to move and grow. As it grew it unwadded itself. The naked 17 year old brother now lay in a heap on the floor of his now 16 year old brother's closet tangled up with dirty clothes, old shoes and athletic equipment.
Richie stumbled home late purposely. He had partied with his buds after basketball, and was still high. If he came home any earlier, he'd have run into his folks. He knew they were at a fundraiser for missing kids like Jeff. Richie had been to enough depressing fundraisers to make sure they didn't include him. He stumbled up stairs, and passed out in his bed. He woke around nine feeling horny. He remembered his cum rag was in his closet. He got up, opened the closet door.
"Yeow!" Richie leapt back in surprise. There was his naked brother's body looking just the same as he had three years ago. His parents would think Richie killed Jeff. No, his body would have rotted. Maybe somebody had it stowed in a freezer? He reached out to touch what he expected to be cold clammy flesh. It was warm. It - Jeff was breathing, breathing shallowly, but breathing all the same.
"Jeff? Jeff!" Richie shook the limp body. He looked into the blank eyes, and the drool running down his chin. What had happened to Jeff? Where did he come from? Richie should call his parents, but they would ask him questions he couldn't or wouldn't like to answer, like why he was still clearly buzzed. Maybe the computer had an answer.
He sat down, moved the mouse, and the screen came to life with a program he hadn't seen before. The Chronivac. The window said Subject One aka Jeff had been restored.
Restored from what? Richie clicked on the history button. Jeff was a hand towel? Oh, gawd, Jeff was Richie's cum rag. There were memory captures from each day, as Richie scrolled backwards. There was a sort of "ugh" today, and nothing for months and months until about 18 months ago: "need cum", the day before "Where's horndog?" , mostly mindless hungry cum rag thoughts for nearly a year, then "oh, gawd, can't believe I did this to myself. Bored. Thought a few days as hand towel would be fun. Days not months. Not forever. Forgot to set duration. What was default? Forever? Doomed. Just want to curl up and be the dim rag that I am destined to be.
The comments went from ecstatic joy being used by Richie to horror, as Jeff first realized what Richie was using him for. Richie should have been horrified, but instead he was super horny. He blamed the weed. He looked at the arm sticking out of his closet. He had to get rid of the body before his parents got home. Maybe the chronivac could help? The question in the window at the bottom read transformation complete, what would you like to transform now? Subject One Jeff, Subject Two Richie, Subject Three.Bingo...
Hm? Jeff? If he really was my cum rag for 3 years, what would be another three days? Richie typed the duration of three days. His girlfriend would be home then, maybe she would have an idea to permanently deal with Jeff? Nix that! He couldn't tell her that he was jerking off into his big brother. He hit enter, and watched as.His brother's skin blanched, and he started to.shrink. Amazing it worked! He picked up the clean fluffy towel, and started.to jerk off.