The burn of the hot sauce is finally fading, to Jeff's great relief. Dylan did something to block him from making noise, and now he can't even call for help. Jeff decides to torture Dylan with something really bad once he gets his laptop back...and his body back.
Dylan is staring at him now. Jeff looks back. He mouths 'fuck you'.
Dylan isn't bothered. He rubs Jeff's earlobe again, and Jeff tries to speak, this time he's able to say, "Fuck you, again."
"Blah, blah, blah," says Dylan. "I just want to hear your reaction to what I do next. I turned up your sense of smell and taste, that should be kicking in right about now."
Jeff sniffs with his nose, and is overwhelmed with sensory input. He can smell all the 'food' Dylan just gave him, and he can smell the trash in the kitchen, and he can smell Dylan's dirty, unwashed preteen body. Wow, that kid needs to take a shower.
"You stink," Jeff says.
"Yeah, wait until you smell this," Dylan says. He stands up, putting Jeff eye level with his crotch. Dylan reaches back behind him, and Jeff tries to figure out what Dylan is doing.
Dylan reaches way behind him, and leans forward. "I've never done this, it feels kind of gross, but imagine how it'll be for you."
"What?"
Dylan winces, then a second later, he brings his hand back in front and sits back down.
Dylan shoves his finger in Jeff's face and Jeff's nose wrinkles. "Gross, did you put your finger up your ass? Ugh!"
Dylan rubs his finger along Jeff's nostrils, and it's the nastiest thing Jeff's ever smelled. Sweat and other stuff...
Dylan rubs his ear lobe. Jeff is pretty sure it's the side that turns on Feed Mode, and oh fuck. His mouth opens on its own, and Dylan sticks the finger that was up his anus right into Jeff's mouth. Jeff licks it clean, and just like that he knows what the inside of Dylan's ass tastes like.
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Jeff's complaints make Dylan laugh. "Bro, you just licked a finger that was up my butt, you're disgusting!"
"It's your ass," Jeff says, still making a face from the taste. Dylan rubs Jeff's ear lob again to turn off Feed Mode.
Jeff's phone rings. Dylan dashes over to Jeff's pants, and gets the phone out. It's Dylan's mom calling!
"Dylan, let me answer that, they're calling me!"
"It's my mom," Dylan says, "Don't tell her what we're doing. Don't tattle on me."
"Yeah right," Jeff says, "You're in trouble now."
Dylan tries to think as the phone continues to ring, and he can't let his mom get suspicious, so what to do? "If you tip her off, I'm gonna put you on Feed Mode, drop you in the toilet, then piss in it."
Jeff's eyes go wide.
"I'll do it," Dylan threatens. He hits the answer button, then puts the phone up to Jeff's ear. Dylan leans in to listen.
"Hi Jeff, is everything OK with Dylan? Is he behaving?"
"Yeah, Karen, it's fine, everything's perfectly all right now, we're all fine here...how are you?"
Dylan slaps his forehead. Jeff is an idiot!
"Great!" Dylan's mom says. "Call me if he gets out of hand."
"Will do," Jeff says.
"Oh, and there's money for pizza, it's in an envelope under the sink. Don't let Dylan talk you in to ordering pepperoni, cheese only is fine for him."
"OK, Karen, no problem."
When their phone call ends, Dylan hangs up.
"Nice, pizza!" Dylan says. "I'll go get the money."
Jeff watches, impotent, as Dylan gets the money out. Dylan calls the pizza place, and orders double pepperoni and double bacon, with stuffed crust.
Dylan feels his freedom for the first time. It's not just that he gets to pay Jeff back for telling Dylan what to do all the time...Dylan can do whatever he wants! He has complete freedom until tomorrow afternoon.
No showering, no chores, no homework, just freedom.
Dylan does what any self-respecting 12-year-old boy would do. He takes his socks off, then his sweatpants, and his shirt, and lastly, his Iron Man underwear. He's naked in the living room! It feels so naughty, and so...airy.
"Dylan, put some clothes on!" Jeff yells at him. Dylan thought he was out of Jeff's sight, but he looks over and sees Jeff looking at him through the mirror.
"Why don't you?" Dylan asks. Jeff's shamefaced looks, like the one provoked by that comment, are something Dylan is growing to love.
He walks over to Jeff's head, and sticks his butt in Jeff's face, giving him the full moon. "Bet you wish you had a butt," Dylan says.
"I do, and get that stinky thing out of my face, I swear I can smell what you had for breakfast."
Dylan turns around. "Wait, really?"
"Eggs and toast?" Jeff asks.
"Woah..." Dylan gets kind of jealous for a second. Jeff has a super power. But Jeff was also trapped as a bodyless head. Dylan won't mess with changing himself, it's too scary, Chronivac has way too many danger warnings. He bets Jeff would have been dumb enough to get himself stuck as a baby or something dumb like that. Jeff's lucky he has Dylan to keep him out of trouble.
"Earth to Dylan?" Jeff says. "Stop day dreaming and get your dick out of my face, I don't want to look at that."
"This?" Dylan rubs his dick on Jeff's face, getting it hard almost immediately from the contact.
"Ugh... you're so sweaty," Jeff says when Dylan sits back down. "And... you've been jerking off, like, earlier today, right?"
"You can smell that?" Dylan asks, after he gets over his embarrassment at someone knowing he plays with himself. He doesn't think you're supposed to do it, his mom was very clear on that point...but Dylan doesn't always conform to his mom's way of life.
"Uh, yeah, and there's a little dry white powdery stuff, that was the first clue," Jeff says, happy to see Dylan looking humiliated for once.
Dylan does not like it. "Oh yeah? I'll give you some white powdery stuff."
Jeff watches helplessly as Dylan starts to jerk off, and wow, Dylan really is feeling good down there looking at his helpless teen babysitter. Jeff is respected by Dylan's mom, and they ride the same bus together, and every single one of Dylan's friends think Jeff is so cool, but Dylan can do whatever he wants to Jeff and Jeff can't stop him.
Dylan is about to cum, so he leans off the couch and beats off right next to Jeff's cheek, and oh yeah, Dylan's getting the tingles so good today!
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Jeff can't believe this is happening. This little 12 year-old is beating off in front of him. He's actually kind of intrigued by it. He'd never watched himself so it in the mirror, so seeing someone else, especially this kid with barely any pubes doing it, is fascinating. On the other hand, it's a violation of everything his mom had taught him about babysitting. This could not only get him fired, it could get him put in juvie!
Then Dylan makes it worse as Dylan's dick is suddenly right next to his cheek, and Jeff soon hears Dylan's gasps, followed by the wet feeling of cum oozing down his cheek.
Dylan settles back on the couch, hairless face and chest beet red from exertion.
Two smells dominate: Preteen boy sweat and preteen boy jizz.
"Clean that off, you sick twerp!" Jeff shouts.
"Now we'll both have a little white stuff on us," Dylan says with a satisfied smirk.