"Yeow! What are you doing to me, Derek?" Jeff screamed. His ass ached as it had returned to its virgin state,
and now had the full girth and length of Derek's cock buried inside him. Derek's wiry pubic hair pressed
against his buttocks.
"What am I doing?" Derek asked pushing himself off Jeff in disgust. As his mushroom tip emerged from Jeff's
red rosebud there was a loud plopping sound. Then the slimy wet cock slapped against Derek's bare abs. He
tried to think of math scores but his cock just wouldn't go down. Derek raised back his fist and hit Jeff in
the jaw knocking Jeff out.
The other guys were back to normal too, and were in similar states of distress. They could all remember what
had happened to them. How their bodies had changed, and how they had engaged in an orgy, but they couldn't
figure out how or why that had happened. Jeff shuddered and started sobbing. He knew the Chronivac was to
blame, but he hadn't intended all this. The first mods had seemed to spiral out of control. Derek too,
recalled using the Chronivac, and knew he shared some of the blame, but he couldn't acknowledge it. If he
admitted he knew about the Chronivac in Jeff's room, then they would know he had used it. He wasn't entirely
sure that Jeff was responsible, he certainly wouldn't have intended to be the bottom boy, Derek was sure. His
eyes studied the teammates and coaches, maybe one of them. Still the Chronivac could be used to make everyone
forget. At least Derek hoped it could.
He said, "I need to shower." He disappeared up the stairs and into Jeff's room. He stared at the Chronivac.
If he couldn't erase memories completely, maybe he should program a fall guy into the mix. He never liked
Trevor that much, and Trevor would be the perfect fall guy. He had only transferred into the district a year
and a half ago. Derek locked Jeff's door and sat down at the Chronivac. He started typing.
Trevor had disappeared into the hall closet, and pulled out his Android phone. He had a Chronivac app and
linked to Jeff's device.
"Oh, so Mr. Macho Derek is the bastard behind all this, and he's going to do something else to us?" Trevor
said softly, and then took control of the Chronivac disconnecting the keyboard.
Derek stared in frustration at the screen. He was typing and nothing was happening. Then the screen changed.
He was the subject, and he was changing. No! He reached to unplug the machine, but froze as the Chronivac
began making Trevor's specified changes.