"Is it okay if I try it here?" Mike asked tentatively, his nervous anticipation palpable. His member was clearly erect, the bulge unmistakable through his pants.
"Go ahead," Jeff replied, his voice gentle. "I'm here with you."
The anticipation was almost unbearable for Mike. He shivered in both fear and excitement as he finally pressed the activation button on the sleek watch. At first, nothing seemed to happen. But then, gradually, Mike's form began to shift and change. His body slowly transitioned into an upright cylindrical barrel shape, as Jeff watched in awe and confusion.
"Mike, are you alright?" Jeff asked, concern evident in his voice.
Mike grinned nervously, his features beginning to dissolve. "Yeah, I'm fine. But... this feels so strange."
"Just keep talking to me," Jeff encouraged. "Tell me how it feels."
"It's... tingly," Mike stammered, still trembling as his form continued its metamorphosis. "And warm."
As the transformation progressed, flesh gave way to metal and plastic. The hues of his fur faded, replaced by a smooth, metallic sheen that glinted under the harsh lighting of the trailer. Mike's height diminished, his structure compacting bit by bit, as Jeff narrated their collective observations.
"Your features are getting less defined," Jeff noted. "Almost... streamlined."
"Yes, it's... simpler," Mike responded, his voice slowly losing its complexity. "I'm... feeling... different."
Jeff watched with a mixture of fascination and trepidation as Mike's body evolved into an increasingly streamlined, utilitarian shape. His speech mirrored the changes, becoming more rudimentary with each passing moment. "Metal. Plastic. Soft... No, hard."
The more Mike changed, the simpler his sentences grew. "Small. Round. Smooth."
Finally, Mike's transformation concluded. Where he once stood, now there was a small, disc-shaped robotic vacuum cleaner at Jeff's feet. His ability to speak was gone, replaced by simple beeps.
Jeff crouched down, gently touching the vacuum cleaner with his metallic fingertips. "Mike, can you hear me?"
The small vacuum emitted a series of affirmative beeps, acknowledging Jeff's question.
Relieved and intrigued, Jeff smiled. "We'll figure this out, Mike. You're not alone."
As soon as Mike completed his transformation, he didn't linger. Without hesitation, the small robotic vacuum cleaner began to systematically clean the carpet of the trailer, its sensors guiding it into every niche and corner, sucking up dirt and debris with mechanical efficiency. Jeff watched, a mixture of amazement and amusement playing across his metallic face.
"Well, it looks like that part of you is still functional," Jeff mused, speaking to the vacuum cleaner.
Within minutes, the trailer—though not immense—was spotless. The robotic vacuum finished its work and rolled towards Jeff, emitting a series of contented beeps. Jeff's display lit up with a message: "Clean filter," along with a helpful little instruction animation.
"Alright, let's see how this works," Jeff said to himself, carefully picking up Mike. He followed the animation's instructions step-by-step, skillfully cleaning out the filter using his metal fingers. With Mike's filter cleaned, Jeff decided to browse through the vacuum's menu options.
His display illuminated with a variety of commands, but one in particular caught his eye: "Revert to Badger."
"Let's get you back to your old self," Jeff said, selecting the option without further ado.
The process initiated immediately. Jeff placed Mike on the ground as a soft, warm light enveloped the vacuum cleaner. Mike began to transform once again, this time reversing the changes. The cylindrical shape elongated, fur reappearing as metal turned back to flesh, and within moments, Mike stood once more as a fully transformed badger, pure joy radiating from his features.
Mike's eyes sparkled with unrestrained excitement. "Jeff, that was incredible! I can't even explain the bliss of having such a simple mind, just focused on vacuuming carpets. It was so... peaceful."
Mike leaped at Jeff, pulling him into a deep, heartfelt hug. The sudden display of emotion took Jeff by surprise, but he returned the embrace, his metallic arms gently wrapping around the elated badger.
"Mike," Jeff began, as they finally broke the hug. "What do you plan to do with your new watch?"
Mike looked down at the sleek device now strapped firmly to his wrist. "I think I can extend this to other forms, you know? Different transformations, different experiences." He paused, his eyes widening as he recalled the limited scope of his robotic vacuum cleaner mind. "Jeff, I couldn't even think about changing back when I was a vacuum cleaner. My mind was just too narrow, too focused."
Jeff nodded thoughtfully. "You probably would have stayed as a vacuum cleaner indefinitely if someone hadn't been there to help. That's why it's a good idea to have someone with you during these experiments."
Mike's face lit up with realization. "But who could that be?"
Without hesitation, Jeff answered, "I can be that person. I'll help you with your transformations and make sure you can always come back."
A broad smile spread across Mike's face. "Really? You'd do that for me?"
"Absolutely." Jeff's voice took on a warmer, more reassuring tone. "We can explore these transformations together. I'll make sure you're safe."
"Thank you, Jeff," Mike replied, full of gratitude and excitement. "That means a lot to me. I can't wait to see what we can do together."
Jeff looked at Mike, a sly smile playing across his metallic features. "If you want," he suggested, "you can even watch me turn back into a fox... or touch me during that, if you'd like."
Mike's eyes widened with a mixture of excitement and anticipation. He started caressing Jeff's mechanical form, his touch gentle yet filled with a deep sense of wonder. The romantic embrace grew more intimate as Jeff's fingers found the button to initiate his transformation.
He pressed it.
With a soft hum, Jeff’s body began to reverse its transformation. Starting from his feet, the metallic sheen receded, replaced by familiar orange and red fur. His legs reformed, becoming more animalistic and muscular. The robotic joints dissolved back into their organic counterparts, bringing a resurgence of warmth and life.
Mike watched in awe, his fingers tracing the transitional lines where metal turned back into flesh and fur. He snuggled closer, feeling the transformation under his touch, each moment more mesmerizing than the last.
Jeff's torso reverted next, the mechanical definition fading away, replaced by the sinew and muscle of a fox. His chest expanded with breaths that grew deeper and more organic, and his tail unfurled in its bushy glory. All the while, Mike nuzzled and held Jeff, feeling the heartbeat return to rhythm under the layer of fur.
Jeff’s face was the final change. The smooth, geometric head shape softened and reformed into the familiar contours of a fox's muzzle, eyes returning to a warm, expressive gleam. His ears perked up, shaping back into their triangular form adorned with fur.
As the final vestiges of metal and circuitry were replaced by fur and flesh, Mike leaned in. They were so close that Jeff could feel Mike’s breath mingle with his own. Their eyes met, electric currents of emotion passing between them, stronger than wires and code.
Jeff, now fully regained as a fox, leaned in closer, closing the gap between them. Their lips met in a tender, passionate kiss.