Jeff knew it was ridiculous, and dangerous, but the thought of setting the completely random change was extremely arousing. The thought of being stuck as something potentially embarrassing forever made him shiver with pleasure.
Clicking the change to activate, he gulped and sat back, awaiting his fate. Gradually, he began to feel stiff and lazy, feeling unwilling to move. Lying back on his bed, he grunted as his clothes shuddered and disappeared, leaving him naked. His mouth watered as the room began to smell odd, a familiar and delicious scent coming from somewhere that he could not quite place.
His legs moved together, flesh fusing and melding into a single limb as the skin slowly became harder, turning white. The fusing limbs smoothed and became rounder, toughening into bone. He felt his feet bubble and swell, becoming a hard bony lump at the end of his legs as he lost all control of his lower body.
Jeff's arms fell to his sides as they were sucked into his torso, limbs disappearing as the shapes of his chest and body grew soft and disappeared, becoming a uniform, homogeneous round shape. As his inner organs disappeared, merging into the material of his changing torso, he felt the hard bone push up inside him, filling his insides as the only hardness in his body. Looking at his skin, he saw it turning white and soft, gaining a familiar fibrous texture.
It was then that Jeff recognized the smell in the air, and where it was coming from. It was oozing from his body, and it was the scent of fried chicken. Moaning, he felt his head pushing into his torso, neck disappearing as his facial features began to melt away, becoming the same soft texture of cooked chicken meat. As he felt his face vanishing, the only part of him still human - his cock - suddenly orgasmed, squirting huge quantities of amber-colored, gritty fluid. Jeff felt himself coated with the squirting floury slime, which was spreading out to cover him completely.
Finally, his cock vanished in one huge blast of what turned out to be batter, leaving Jeff a huge, unfried but cooked chicken leg. He could not move, but began to feel hot and dry as the air around him heated up, cooking the batter coating him with a sizzle. The feeling of being fried was incredibly pleasant, like being in a sauna, and soon Jeff's coating was crunchy and golden, and he felt himself dripping with grease.
As his body began to shrink, leaving a stain on his bed, Jeff felt himself go into a happy trance of arousal, his worries and cares fading. He could still see, and feel the bed beneath him, and smell his own delicious aroma. He could also taste himself, and was oddly proud to know he tasted very good.
The Chronivac beeped, alerting the room that the transformation would continue for 48 hours, so long as Jeff was still whole at the end of it. With a shudder, the room around him disappeared, and he heard a bustling around him. He was lying on something warm, nestled between two other pieces of fried chicken. He was sitting on a hot plate, ready to serve in a fast food joint.
"Order up!"