Jim began to pick up the garbage can on the side of the road, lifting them on to his hairy shoulder and emptying them into his truck. Jeff felt his skin pressing against the slimy, dirty metal of the trash cans as Jim's gloves, and was sickened by the smell and taste of rotten garbage that was covering him.
Jim burped and waved as Jeff's dad carried another box out from the house.
"Thought we'd throw this old thing away. It's the computer we keep in the guest bedroom, and its pretty old and never gets used. We'll get a new one, I think."
Jim took the box from Jeff's dad, and opened the top. Jeff would have gasped; inside was the computer that he had run the chronivac on! It must have changed reality so that his parent's didn't have a son, and his room had become an unused guest room.
"Thank 'ya kindly, ah think ah might find a use fer this ol' thing."
Jeff winced as the box was tossed carelessly into the seat of the garbage truck, and whimpered silently as Jim got in and drove away, watching his home fade into the distance.
The rest of the day was a nightmare. Jim was sweating like a pig in the hot sun, soaking Jeff's body with musky sweat. He got a greasy chicken dinner from a takeaway, and Jeff was forced to feel crumbs and grease dripping over his cotton torso, a dirty feeling that wouldn't fade. He could taste the big bear's dirty feet, sweaty armpits, musky crotch, all like he permanently had his face pressed against the man's body.
Even worse, though, was the garbage stink. It soaked the truck, and as Jim picked up bags and cans of trash, not caring if a little spilled, soon it was soaking Jeff too. He felt nauseous, and more desperate for a shower than he had ever been in his life.
Eventually however, after what seemed like an eternity, the work day was over, and Jim returned to his dirty, cramped apartment, reclining on the sofa with a can of beer. Jeff prayed that Jim might take him off and clean up, but the big man didn't even remove his gloves, just let the mud from his boots and dirt from his clothing smear all over the furniture.
Jeff had a moment's release when Jim unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants, letting his fat sweaty cock free in the open air. Finally, the taste of Jim's dirty crotch was no longer right in his face. But Jeff had thought so too soon; Jim unwrapped the neckerchief from his neck, and lowered it to wrap around his fat dick. Jeff felt his face pressing against that dirty erection, rubbing up and down sensuously until the big bear growled and loosed his sticky seed all over Jeff's red cotton face.
They lay there like that for a while, Jeff feeling cum drying out and becoming crusty on him, before Jim opened up the box he had received and plugged the computer in.
The computer beeped to life, revealing the last program used; the chronivac. Slowly, Jim read the readout, his mouth mumbling silently with the words as he discovered what Jeff had done. He looked down in disbelief at his dirty clothing, and a wicked smile spread across his face as he moved the mouse to the "New Transformation" button.