As you slowly back away from the thick, dripping orcish member, your hand slams onto the Chronivac. It starts making soft whirring sounds again, and a message on your computer says "RESTARTING..."
Jeff impatiently thrusts forward and forces you to take the first couple inches of his strong-smelling length into your mouth. Shaking with fear, you reach back and slam some buttons on the Chronivac. It makes grinding sounds, apparently malfunctioning, and you feel a mild electric spark as your own body begins changing...