Dean was a twink slut all week long.
Not just getting fucked and sucking all sorts of men but he found he had penchant for bears. Big bears. Little bears, Fat bears. Muscle bears. He wanted that manly man as a twink and he did what he could to get them.
Don't get me wrong Jeff saw that Dean now would take any cock he could get but he loved the bears.
And he was never on the giving end of the sex. His cock dangled between his legs like a useless appendage.
He was the ideal cum dump this week.
But as Sunday rolled around he found Jeff once again and as the time rolled around he and Jeff sat and watched him turn back into his former self.
But as Jeff watched Dean change he looked into his eyes and there was a change there. Nothing he could put his finger on but there was a look in his eye that he just couldn't figure.
It seems as though when you make a change in someones life bits of that change hang on and no amount of chronivac manipulation can change them back. He week long training as a cum dump was the change that continued past the time limit.
This was cellular change not chronivac change.
As he dressed in his old clothes that Jeff had kept safe he went off.
Jeff didn't realize where he was headed. He thought he was going home. But Dean was now very familiar with the bear bars and he found his favorite.
Dean identified as straight. When asked he would have insisted that he was totally straight but he couldn't explain his need to seek out these bear bars and the men that frequented them.
His first trick as a straight man was a big burly biker. 500 pounds of furry man meat that loved to abuse a twink. Dean was no longer a twink but he was so willing that he couldn't pass him up. He had that big Italian cock that stretched Dean's now normal asshole. But it would soon return to the overstretched hole that he had when he was a twink.
Dean was used all Sunday by the biker and then headed home Monday morning to continue with his new life.