Jeff set the Chronivac up, and closed the locker. Then he headed to his own locker to suit up before Drew arrived. Jock Jeff was surprised by Drew as he rounded the bank of lockers.
"Hey, Jeff, how's it hanging?" Drew asked as he draped his bare arm across Jeff's padded shoulders. Jeff cringed slightly. Then he heard a ping, and he grunted as his cock tried to straighten inside athletic cup.
"Oof, uh, Drew, I uh?"
"You're sorry you were planning to use your Chronivac on me?"
"Uh, huh? How'd ya know?"
"Cause you forgot to lock the locker. I saw you near my locker and saw you close this one. So, I knew something was up. You really should have put a lock on that locker. I have a Chronivac too. I cannot have you turning me into a jockstrap permanently, though maybe for a day or two? I only turned myself into this stud, so I could get your attention and get close to you. I was going to play it slow, but this Chronivac forced my hand. You want to give me a tongue bath, while I figure out what to do with you?"
"Yes, sir, Quarter Back Captain, sir. I do want to give you a tongue bath. May I?"
"Captain? Well, not yet, but that's a good idea. As a reward, I will let you give me a blow job when you're done licking me all over. Okay, go!"
Thanks to the Chronivac reprogramming that Drew had done, Jeff didn't need any further encouragement. He was on the floor in his football uniform licking Drew's bare feet/
Drew looked at the Chronivac and scrolled through some options. He saw what was in store for Dean. It would be easy to move the trophy to Drew's room and make the second wrestler Jeff. But he wanted Jeff for other purposes. He wasn't exactly thrilled to be using Jeff as a puppet, but he was enjoying the tongue bathing. He frowned. He wanted Jeff as a boyfriend. Not Nerdy Jeff, but Jock Jeff. He was a bit disappointed that Jock Jeff was a product of the Chronivac. He smiled. He decided to change Jeff's awareness. Jeff would know what Dean was, and how he had been changed, but he would think that he Jeff had always been a jock, albeit a slightly brainy one. Drew chuckled. Jeff's tongue was probing between Drew's toes and pressing between the tile gym floor and Drew's sole. He started to type.