Karl sat down at his computer, and booted it up. Then he went over to Chad, and picked up the tiny black action figure, and set it next to the keyboard.
"Takes a couple minutes, this computer is on a secure network, same as the tablet. Lots of firewalls to prevent outside hackers. Not so secure against inside hackers. Bingo, I'm in."
Now to link up with the nanobots. First need to make more nanobots, so I can replace the ones I borrowed and used on you. I was going to donate this stuff to Good Will, but the matter will work perfectly to replace your mass that was left as dirt on the fieldhouse floor."
Chad suddenly realized that he hadn't really shrunk. Karl had reduced 99% of his body to dust. He'd been angry. Now he was terrified. With a flick of a finger, Chad would cease to exist.
Karl put Chad on the pile of bags and boxes. Then sat down at the computer. Chad started to grow, as the boxes and bags disintegrated. Soon a black rubber inflatable version of Chad lay in the partially dissolved pile of junk.
Wearing heavy rubber gloves and a heavy duty rubber apron and goggles, Karl walked over to Chad with an open glass jar. He put the jar over the tip of Chad's glans, and with the other hand he squeezed Chad's cock. Chad figured it was now a rubber foam filled dildo, but he wasn't sure. It still felt like his dick as Karl squeezed it. But instead of cum coming out, Chad felt like an army of tiny ants were marching up his urethra. Then out of his piss slit gushed what looked like the tiny Iron filings that the used with magnets in Science Class. The tiny metal flecks filled the jar. Karl released his grip on Chad's cock, and the parade up his urethra slowed. When the last tiny nanobots dropped from Chad's glans into the jar, Karl screwed a lid on the jar.
Oh, gawd, as he orgasmed the army of nanobots out his cock. He felt so - uh. Confused. Karl was giving him the best sexual pleasure he could imagine.
He stood up, lifted Chad up, and carried him over to the full length mirror.
"I suppose I could just keep you this way as a sex doll, Chad. You're aware but unable to move of your own volition. Let's see if I can copy your operating program to my PC. Then I can take my time fine tuning you. But before I can have fun, I have to deactivate your nanobots, or they might infect me too."