"No, this will never do, I can't have your whining distracting me while I work out, and I need to adjust the
duration anyway. I workout for 2 hours, so I cannot have you changing back after only 2 hours, because it
takes a few minutes to get from the locker room to the gym while I'm wearing you or while I'm running, I
usually spend about 20 minutes walking to cool down, so I'll adjust it so you will change for a minimum of 2
hours each day, and you'll be silent while I'm wearing you, and you will remain a suit as long as I am wearing
you, and I'm going to make sure you enjoy it by adjusting your mind slightly and making you unaware of the
mental adjustment. After all you wanted me to use you, so latently you wanted this, even if you pretend you
don't. So it's really not so much a mental adjustment, as it is an honesty one," Dean said as he typed.
The whole time Jeff's mouth was massaging Dean's balls, as he screamed, "No. No! NO! NO! NO! NO!"
Then he stopped.
"Ah, that's better. But I don't want you turning into a gay slut boy craving cock when you're not my athletic
wear, so I guess, I'll adjust your your sexual preference to be 100% straight, except as regards me. Heh, heh,
that way I get you, just the way we both want it."
The Chronivac chimed again. Jeff felt a tremendous sense of contentment. For the next 3 hours, Dean would
stretch and sweat inside Jeff as he worked out. He peeled off the body suit, and showered in Jeff's bathroom.
He watched as the suit slowly began to jerk, and shift on its own.
"Ooh, my jaw! Oh, my ass, Dean, uh, I uh, wh-uh, thank you for letting me be your workout suit," Jeff said in
a confused voice as he sat naked on the floor of his bathroom.
"Dude, you need a shower, get in here," Dean ordered.
Dazed from his transformation, Jeff obeyed. He talked sports and girls, and didn't think there was anything
the least bit sexual or gay about two guys showering together.
As Dean lathered Jeff's back, Jeff said, "I really want to thank you for letting me help you train, and for
not screwing with my mind when you had a chance."
"No worries, Jeff, say did you really like being worn by me?"
"Yes, yes, I did. I hope I make a good birthday gift?"
"That you do. Well, we'd better get dressed, and get going. I'll see you tomorrow at my gym in the locker
room. My locker is 22, you can use locker 21. Be naked when I get there."
"Yes, Dean." Jeff rubbed his temples, he was missing something. He could't figure out or remember what, but
he was sure he had forgotten something important. He ignored the Chronivac and spent the next four hours
looking at hot girls on the internet.
Jeff might be a hundred percent heterosexual except for Dean, but he was also now reduced to nearly zero
percent social skills, so he wouldn't be going on any dates with any girls in the foreseeable future. Dean
was sure he had thought of everything.