Though his girlfriend's orgasm had subsided, and the pleasure along with it, the same could not be said for Jeff.
Instead, each time she had rubbed, touched, stretched or otherwise manipulated him, Jeff had become more and more ecstatic. His mind had become overwhelmed with a feeling of purpose, as though this was all he wanted to do or be.
Even as she walked back to her car, each movement was sending Jeff beyond the edges of pleasure.
He couldn't communicate. Couldn't scream out for her to stop before he became lost in bliss forever. On the other hand, it never occurred to him to try. He was so happy to be a swimsuit that he didn't want to be anything else anymore.
As they drove home, every vibration in the car, every movement of his girlfriend's arms on the steering wheel pushed Jeff even further past the edge. By the time the car had stopped, he could no longer remember that he had ever been Jeff.
The swimsuit was so happy to be a swimsuit, to grip its owner's luscious body, be filled with her sweat and juice. All it could ever think of was serving its purpose.
"Tanya, have you seen Jeff?" Jeff's mum called.
"Uh, no?" she said.
"Oh. He's not in his room is all."
"Do you mind if I wait for him?"
"Go on up. He'll be happy to see you there."
"Thanks."
Tanya heads up to Jeff's room. She takes him off, not realising the damage that has been done to him. Meanwhile she gets dressed.
As she finishes, she watches the swimsuit change back into Jeff. He's naked, and his dick is hard and erect. He has a happy smile on his face, and he stares vacantly ahead.
"Jeff, you're back. How was life as a swimsuit?"
He doesn't reply.
"Jeff? Are you okay? You seem... happy."
She thinks she sees a nod at that, but she can't be sure.
"Jeff? Is something wrong? Did the change mess you up somehow?"
No response. She heads to the computer that controls the Chronivac, and sees if there's anything on transformations not working properly.
After some searching, she finds a brief paragraph of text:
"An inanimate object cannot hold the essence of a person for too long. After a time, their essence may fade, and even if they are turned back, they will not remember ever having been a human. This is especially true of clothing, which, due to its nature, can leave the transformed person feeling so happy and blissful that they forget that they've ever been anything but the garment they were changed into. The best solution is to permanently change the person into the garment they were."
"Oh Jeff, I'm so sorry," she says.
She looks at the mindless boy on his bed. She wonders what she should do next.