ERROR,.,
CHANGE: PERMANENT. ESTABLISHING NEW REALITY PARAMETERS.
Jeff looked in horror as the Chronivac changed reality to fit his new situation.
Everyone's memories had changed to be as if he always had been like this.
Jeff fell down to the floor once again. He landed on his ass and leaned forwards quick enough to not land on his back. He rolled forwards enough to set his arm stubs down onto the floor and lift himself up onto all fours.
He began to move around. Interestingly, every door in the house now had a doggy door installed on it. But the down side of this revealed itself when a pet collar appeared around his neck. These doors were equipped with proximity-based locks. If he was close, they would unlock for him, but would relock themselves once he was out of range. And while this does prevent any animals from easily entering into the house, it meant that Jeff had to wear the special collar around his neck pretty much 24/7.
His bed was modified to be closer to the floor, the bathroom had a new drain against the side where a custom-made bidet pointed out from the wall, and a few places in the living room now were equipped with heated floor tiles. There also was a cushioned step stool beside the couch, presumably for him to use so he could get on and off of it on his own.
In terms of accessibility almost everything was available to him, even food and water were accessible, as in the kitchen, there was now one of those hamster water feeders hooked up to the water feed and a new pedal activated dispenser was let down on the floor with cereal inside of it. Sure, it was a little degrading, but in terms of practicality, it was a pretty good set up for him to be somewhat independent.
Jeff's parents never noticed the Chronivac. And believe their son was born without arms and legs, They loved him that way.
Even with all the modifications in hi house, He couldn't dress or bathe himself. His mother didn't feel comfortable doing it (seeing his teenage male body). So, his father had to do it. Wash his maturing pubescent body. His father had to bring him to the bathroom and wipe Jeff's penis and butt. If he ate something weird, he would have to demand to be brought to the toilet immediately.
Also, when he had to take a shower, both him and his dad would go in together, Jeff would remain in the bench seat while his dad washed his body.
The worst part was the horniness. His erections were constant—he was an adolescent male, after all. His humiliating condition only made him hornier—he only had small stumps for arms, small stumps for legs. He could never touch his own penis, but Jeff would soon find out how that problem was solved