"Alright, Johnny, we'll be back later. Thanks for the milk!" they say, as Ron and the guys walk back out the door and to the living room to catch some sports television and talk about their football practice.
"Wow," was all I could muster out of my mouth. I decided to wait three more minutes, most of which I spent looking over my udder - how my stomach seemed to seamlessly be attached to this bulbous thing. How did the machine do this?? It was still bewildering what just happened, and that I had a cow's udder for a penis. As the fifth minute rolled by, the transformation period completed itself, so I watched again as the gigantic udder started to shrink back down (thank god) - allowing for a little bit of flexibility to return to my legs and thighs. My nervousness receded as I watched the four teats merge together into one and retreat to further down and between my legs. Just as weirdly it began, I regained my maleness and sighed in relief, slouching back into the chair.
This machine... it was like having magical powers. I grinned as I realized how many possibilities laid ahead of me. The other guys' appeared on the screen when they were in here, and the Chronivac had kept their profiles active. After all, they were only a room away. But wait a minute - did they still remember what happened?
Pulling my undergarments and pants back up, I stepped out to the living room/kitchen room that completed the rest of the apartment area. "Hey, guys. Who won the Monday night game?"
"Packers. Again..." said Chuck, arrant.
"Umm... cool. So, uh - how was the milk?" I asked hesitantly.
"Good, I guess?" said Ron.
"Oh, weird - I thought it sorta tasted bad, kind of like it was freshly milked or something. I don't like whole milk too much."
"Oh... Well I didn't notice anything weird about it. Did you guys?"
None of them said anything too special in return.
"'Kay, John. We're sorta busy discussing our game plan for Saturday. If you don't mind?" as he thumbed for me to return to my room. And so I retreated. Jocks...
I wasn't really sure if they did remember what had just happened, or how they were thinking about the situation. But nevertheless, it was time to have some fun.
I brought up the load screen again, which still had the replacement tool loaded with the udder meshed onto my dick. My brain flooded with ideas. What should I - what could I replace first? I wanted to create some teasing and temptation for my own benefit, so I set my first target to my roommate Ron. The settings were kept so that everything would seem normal to the outside world except the controller of the Chronivac (myself). A 3D computer image of Ron appeared, but kept the udder swapped for his penis as well, as that setting never had been changed or defaulted. Smiling with glee, I changed the transformation period time from 5 minutes to 1 day. Let's see how Ron acts around his football jock friends as a milk-man! I pressed the buttons and hit Enter.
Now giggling like a little girl, I quietly snuck out the door and heard casual conversation about football plays. None of it made sense to me, nor did I really care - but I wanted to have a look at Ron.
Kind of suddenly, as it had already been 15 or so seconds since he hit the buttons, he already looked sort of large down in his groin. He was reaching down to his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them barely in time before they probably would have ripped at the seams. His dick, which looked more like a massive blob with a dick poking out on top, was now openly exposed to his football friends.
"Well, only these three guys on the field can cut inside when you run the corner route, and Lesolowski hardly ever looks left first - "
"Cuz he sucks dicks!" to which all of them laugh openly. Nobody was caring about Ron's new package, which had just split into four individual dick-type organs which were looking more like teats than penises. Ron passively scratched at his groin, feeling up his growing udder and loosening his pants to make space for his growing privates. They won't be private anymore, heh heh, I thought to myself.
"Lesolowski isn't that terrible, he just needs to gain some muscle and read the playbook," Chuck reasoned.
"Yeah, he needs to build on that protein diet he's on. Speaking of which, Ron..." Steve nudged Ron's shoulder, insinuating to his almost-completely transformed udder.
"Uhh, I don't know..."
"Oh, are you not full right now?"
The changes were nearly complete. I watched his teats turn a darker brownish-black, and very large pulsating veins appeared all over his udder, which was now a rosy pink color to compliment the rest of his skin. The transformation seemed to be over, and I was amazed to see that nobody had said a thing! The Chronivac must have been altering reality as the change was happening!
"Wait, no? Yeah! I'm ready if you want some. I don't know why I was being so hesitant, sorry. Here," Ron said, standing up and turning away from Steve to bend over. He was now pointing his ass at Steve - which was kind of weird - but his udder swung heavily and freely below. Without any thought or delay, Steve grabbed for his milk glass and pulled on Ron's teat.
"Yeah, I could go for another glass too, Ron. Mind?"
"Nope, go ahead."
"Wow, Ron. Thanks," as Chuck joined in.
"Yeah, Ron, you don't have to be so willing, heh," added Steve.
"Might as well put the stuff to good use - you know, for the team!" Ron thumbs-upped. "After all, it feels good to have the release."
"I suppose."
It was hilarious, watching them all act like this was routine as they had acted five minutes earlier with him. I was beginning to wonder if a day-long transformation was long enough - I wanted to see Ron try and play football with an udder on Saturday! Imagine what all the fans would say. Though - imagine what all the fans would say if all of them were changed...
I went back to the Chronivac, eager to do Steve and Chuck next. But what parts of theirs would I swap? And with what...