Jake stewed in his thoughts for a moment, before bringing his body in, relaxing into his snug cocoon.
“At least this stuff feels nice,” Jake sighed, “but wake me up the second I am able to transform again.”
Not being able to see Jake, the Chronivac sounded a bleep in a slow rhythm, a message glowing beyond the sheath skin. Jake lingered in the sheath a little while, wanting to ignore it, but emerged nonetheless.
‘Input not recognised.’ read the error message.
Jake sighed.
“Erm, well, can you give me a loud alert when I can transform again?
‘Input not recognised.’
“Fuck, why can you detect my dubious consent and not when you can transform me?”
The Chronivac whirred, the ellipses ticked by, and the error screen returned.
‘User logic error. Chronivac 4.0 has functioning transformational facilities, which has only waned by 0.0000038% since the start of the current session.’
There was a moment of shock and horror as Jake stared at the screen, his ears folding. Nathan’s game was up.
“Turn me back into what I was. My original state.” Jake breathed, his anger souring into sadness, only to hear the HDD warm up again, and be greeted by the sight of the ellipses again. After another pause, the error message returned.
‘User consent required.’
Jake’s face scrunched into a ball of rage, and despite his desperate need to crush the machine he couldn’t fault it. Still wreathed in the sheath, his little body small and cozy, he couldn't deny what the machine was implying. He also couldn’t help but plot.
He knew about the machine’s consent requirement, but Nathan didn’t.
“You are no longer allowed to transform me without my explicit permission, you hear?” The machine abridged his standing order, and displayed it before him. “And you must always listen out for me, and present me with previews and confirmation screens and everything before a change, we clear?” The machine added them to the list, all with little ticks at the end.
“Last but not least, can you make me the sole operator?”
The Chronivac whirred for a moment, but confirmed his request with a caveat at the end.
‘User consent required. [Nathan] is a past user, their consent must be detected.’
“Good, then display their most depraved fantasies and desperate needs on a screen only I will ever see.”
To his mild surprise, the machine once again abridged his command and added it to the list.
With that done, a now smiling Jake retreated back behind a wall of flesh and fur. As he settled in, warmed by the plots racing through his mind, his mind wandered over the body he now occupied, as he perused the stream of illicit thrills his friend was contemplating.
As he began to drift off an idea crossed his mind, and with it a preview scream and a confirmation message from the Chronivac. Jake smiled at it, gave it a nod, and began to pass off into sleep. The last thing he felt was the flow of his nerves stretching deep into Nathan’s body, the alien cock gaining command and sensation in the furry balls, and his buried hormone control. With that, Jake now had an insidious command over Nathan’s uncontrollable lust.