Nick bit his lip as the Chronovac timer ran down.
00:00
Nick looked down at his crotch, the jockstrap was still there. A few seconds later, he heard Matt's confused slurred voice ask, "Wait. If the clock says zero, why am I still Nick's jockstrap?"
"G00d question, Jockboy. Let's see if the reason is what I'm hoping," Nick said typing into the Chronovac.
"Wahtcha hopin'?" Matt asked uncertainly.
"Hoping that this is your new permanent default form, Jockboy."
"Mmmuh naamz Matt," protested the jockstrap.
"Yeah, just keep telling yourself that Jockboy," Nick giggled, as he typed.
He reviewed everything he typed, hit enter, and grinned down at his jockstrap.
Nick asked with an expression that looked like the cat who swallowed the canary, "So what's your name, jockstrap?"
"M-m-m-m-muh- JOCKBOY!" Matt answered after a moment's confusion. Yes, his name was Jockboy.
"Now let's checkout my new digs," Nick said spinning around in his chair. What was Matt's was now his because Matt was now Nick's permanently. He grinned broadly. He'd have to schedule time for Nick to be human to earn money to support Nick's new lifestyle. Of course, to other people Jockboy would have to go by Matt, but that would be for at most 8-10 hours a day. Matt had a queen size bed, but Nick's King Size bed would fit here, once he got rid of some of the other furniture, and pared down Matt's wardrobe, well some of the shirts would fit Nick, but most of the pants would have to go - maybe make cut-offs from the 501 jeans. Matt didn't seem to mind at all that Nick was rifling through Matt's possessions - but then again the possessions were Nick's now, as was Matt.
As he tried out some of Matt's clothing, Nick was feeling pretty full of himself, and a bit horny. Well, he'd already blown 3 loads today, and Jockboy was adapting so well to his new permanent position, maybe he would give him a treat. He flopped down on his new bed, and jerked off another load. Jockboy was soon snoring. Nick yawned, his big workout was getting to him.