Unfortunately for Jeff, a storm rolled through that evening. The intense weather caused a power outage, shutting down the Chronivac and corrupting the data containing the last remnants of his former humanity. After rebooting from the outage, the Chronivac no longer saw Jeff as a human who had been transformed. Instead, he was simply the anus of a Newfoundland dog named Fang. Even if someone had known exactly what had happened, it was now impossible for him to ever return to his human form.
What Jeff hoped was a nightmare continued on. Minutes became hours, until eventually Jeff began his first night as a dog’s tailhole. Much to his dismay, he realized that buttholes don’t sleep, so he was forced to lie awake and feel every twitch and every stray fart that Fang released I his sleep. The next day was no better, as Jeff was once more used for his new purpose, expelling the foul dog shit directly out of his new “mouth”. And like a good dog anus, he silently carried out his duty despite the intensive mental protests and struggles.
At this point, his family began to understandably be worried about Jeff’s disappearance. Alas, dog farts did little to inform them of his predicament. In fact, it only led to them letting Fang outside where he would put Jeff to use yet again.
Days turned to weeks, and eventually even the police were involved due to the missing individual formerly known as Jeff. Oh how desperately Jeff wanted to go back to his life, to forget the horrors of being used as a dog’s asshole. Even as his family was interviewed by the police, Fang squatted down and relieved himself, forcing a massive dog turd right out of Jeff. Worst of all, they all looked on as he was used, completely unaware that their son was currently being violated by the dog’s foul waste.
Before long, the search had been given up. Jeff was assumed dead and left as an unsolved disappearance. Quite frankly, Jeff thought being dead would be better than the fate he was doomed to. A lifetime of dog poop and farts, no autonomy and no escape. Jeff’s family never gave up hope that their son would return, blissfully unaware that he was mere feet away, tucked under the Newfoundland’s tail has its smelly anus. And under that tail is where Jeff would remain for years and years to come.