Jeff scrolled through the options with a look of disbelief on his face, unsure why it expected people to want to become food. He yawned loudly, his eyes burning from tiredness, as he hadn't slept well recently.
He then noticed a disclaimer on the bottom of the options list; "Food transformation, as well as other inanimate options, are known to give an incredibly relaxing and enjoyable experience, removing all fatigue from the transformed and placing them in a trance-like state."
Jeff raised one eyebrow. That actually sounded just like what he wanted. Hell, everyone in the house was away so there was no harm done, it could be worth a shot.
Hesitating only slightly, he clicked the "hot-dog" transformation, and set the time to twelve hours, giving him a long and restful 'sleep'.
A tingling ran across his body, making him shiver. His clothes seemed to be shifting around him, and as he watched they began to turn brown and puffy, sliding off him to pool on the floor and rise up as a massive, fluffy white hot-dog bun, with him lying naked between them.
He gasped in surprise, sitting up slightly...but the bun was so soft and comfortable, and he felt so very tired. Slowly, he lay down, breathing gently as a wave of comfort washed over him. He watched with a faint smile as his skin began to turn pink, then red, becoming shiny hot dog meat. His hair seemed to shrink into his skin, leaving him smooth and slippery all over.
He sniffed the air, noticing the enticing aroma of delicious meat, realizing it was coming from his own body. He felt odd, giggly and happy, and couldn't help but grin as he stroked his smooth flesh, pressing down and feeling the squishiness as his insides changed to homogeneous pink meat.
A flash of pleasure rushed through him, making him groan. As he looked down, he saw his genitals shrinking, pulling up into his body. He reached down and stroked his crotch, smooth and featureless now, but his slippery skin offered him rush after rush of pleasure just from the softness of the bun around him. Gradually, he found himself unable to stroke his body, his arms feeling heavy and tired.
Jeff watched, bemused, as his limbs began to lose definition, shrinking and drawing up into his long torso. He arced his back, shivering with pleasure, and looked down to see himself totally limbless, his body below the head just a long delicious hot-dog.
All of his doubts had faded, his mind oddly blank. He no longer cared about anything but the pleasure of lying here, a steaming hot dog. His head rested back, his eyes closing as he let out a heavy sigh, his features fading away as his head drew into his chest, the pink meat overcoming him and leaving him a long featureless sausage.
He barely noticed as the world around him grew larger, as his body and the bun shrank, leaving him a large but reasonably sized, delicious-smelling snack. If he could still make a sound, he would be groaning with pleasure, every inch of him throbbing like all his flesh was that of his cock, being gently stroked. Jeff loved being a hot dog, and for the next twelve hours that was all he would be able to think.