Jeff's eyes were wide as he was carried by Richie through the hall from the bathroom. "H-hey Richie, what are you doing? Where are you taking me?" Yet for all that his mouth moved, and he heard everything he said out loud, Richie it seemed was either ignoring him or he wasn't able to hear him at all! "Come on Richie! That's enough!" Jeff made his way as if to pull himself free from under his brother's arm, but it was with horror that he realized he was still unable to move!
'Oh God! Don't tell me the change back was done incompletely!' He could only think of the horror of not being able to move or do anything at all now. It was a horrifying experience for him to be used as a cum rag for his little brother's team as it was, but now? There was no real telling what was in store for him.
Jeff hung limply under his brother's arm, swaying back and forth with each step, as they moved through the house. Richie then stopped at a door, opening it and slipping inside. Jeff immediately recognized the room as Richie's bedroom, and his skin tone paled and could have matched his former towel form. "Oh, come on Richie, you've got to hear me. It's me! Jeff, your brother!" Yet there was no change in the male's face as he walked further into the room. Richie made his way to his bed and sunk to his knee and grabbed Jeff from beneath his arm. His free hand then went and lifted the bottom sheets from the bed, and he threw Jeff underneath. Jeff's eyes were wide as he limply settled underneath, "Wha-"
"There now I won't lose my cum rag." Jeff's heart plummeted, "I wonder if I should bring it with me to practice again sometime?"