Jeff stared at the screen eagerly waiting to find out who, or what, the Chronivac had selected as a host for Jay. The mere thought of Jay’s reaction to the twisted fusion of their shared fetishes delighted him.
“Let’s see how he likes this!” Jeff said under his breath, unable to hold back a wide grin at the thought of his impending payback.
On the monitor the Chronivac began rapidly churning out a list of system messages as the transformation sequence started up.
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Searching for subject “Jay”.
Range: 20 miles.
Searching…
Searching…
Subject “Jay” located.
Target identified “Anus”
Searching for viable host.
Identity: Random.
Range: 20 miles.
Searching…
Searching…
Host located.
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‘Here it comes,’ Jeff thought to himself as the program continued to print out more lines of text, ‘who’s it gonna be?!’
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Setting host awareness to unaware.
Processing…
Processing…
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As Jeff looked at the screen he was overcome by a sudden wave of dizziness and his vision started to blur. He tried to shake it off, wanting desperately to read the screen at such a critical moment, but the text on the monitor was illegible to his weakened eyesight. Jeff cursed his luck that this would happen right now of all times.
He hadn’t eaten today, was that what was bringing this on? Uugh come on! I wanna know whose asshole Jay’s gonna be!!!
Unable to maintain focus Jeff felt compelled to look away from the screen and rub his eyes to try and stabilise the sudden sense of vertigo.
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Host “Jeff” awareness set to unaware.
Host “Jeff” incapable of gaining awareness.
Initiating Transformation…
Target: “Jay”
Location: “Anus”
Host: “Jeff”
Duration: Until changed by user Jeff.
Danger Warning: Unsafe duration criteria.
Press any key to abort.
5…
4…
3…
2…
1…
Continuing Transformation…
Processing…
Processing…
Transformation complete.
Subject “Jay” is now the anus of host “Jeff”
Thank you for using Chronivac.
Returning to main menu.
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As quickly as it had come on the dizziness passed and Jeff wasted no time in looking back at the monitor, eager to see the outcome after his momentary distraction. However his heart sank as he looked at the monitor, it was showing the main splash screen of the Chronivac again. No sign of the transformation.
“Damn it! What the hell?” He blurted out in frustration. “Did it work? What happened?”
Jeff furiously clicked through the interface trying to find anything he could to see what had happened. Custom Transformations. Package Transformations. No. No.
“Come on there must be a log or something, ah there!” Jeff muttered triumphantly as he found the transformation logs buried under way too many sub-menus. He clicked on it.
Onscreen was printed quiet clearly for *almost* anyone to see:
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Transformation Log
Sorting by (Most Recent): Showing 1 of 1
Jay to Jeff Anus: Status Successful. Ongoing. Press *here* to end.
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“Damn it, nothing…” Jeff said at he stared at the blank log of transformations. “I guess it failed then?” He said out loud to himself trying to work out what could have gone wrong, everything seemed to have gone fine. What went wrong?
Jeff was flustered by the setback and fidgeted in his seat, barely registering the faint twitch coming from the depths of his crack as he subconsciously released a subtle fart before settling back into a more comfortable position. Still focused on his prank and not willing to give up so easily Jeff backed out of the menu.
“Fine, if it didn’t work I’ll just do it again then… easy enough…”
Jeff navigated back to where he had set up the failed transformation and was pleased to see that it had saved all the settings from earlier. ‘Great, let’s try this again then’ he thought with renewed anticipation as he hit enter to start the transformation a second, hopefully successful, time.
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Searching for subject “Jay”.
Range: 20 miles.
Searching…
Searching…
Searching…
Searching…
Subject “Jay” not found within range 20 miles.
Transformation Aborted.
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“Uugh come on…” Jeff said with exasperation. He tried again. And again. All failures. Did Jay move out of range or something?
“Fine, whatever… I’ll try again later.” Jeff proclaimed to nobody as he stood up from the computer, finally accepting his defeat while he absentmindedly started to tighten and flex his glutes to try and dispel a rogue trembling twitch. This was meant to be fun… he had wanted to watch his friend suffer for a while wedged in the depths of some random, and most importantly, *oblivious* strangers ass crack. Not to spend the day bashing his head against software. He needed a break.