Jake really didn't want to do that again. Fat slobs disgusted him now. And that reminded him of you. You were still out there, turning people ... innocent people ... into your sick perverted slobby gay fantasies. And it was all Jake's fault. Of course, he wasn't in the right state-of-mind at the time. But still ...
He wondered where you were. By now, you must have been done with that skinhead and the cop (Jake really couldn't believe that he was actually wanting to see what you'd do to them, that he was actually encouraging you ... it was all so disgusting to him now and he never wanted to be like that ever again). The thing was, you were done with the skinhead and the cop, then another cop after Jake was kidnapped, and now you were moving onto your next target.
Jake left the abandoned building just as Harry's friend entered on the other side. This other man, named Tommy, couldn't wrap his head around what must have happened to his friend and this other guy that was with him. They were so fat now that they almost didn't look human anymore. It was really disgusting. And not only that, but they seemed to be trying to make out with each other, but failing miserably because of their gargantuan size. Harry's friend was bewildered, because he knew Harry wasn't gay, not in the slightest.
Out on the street, Jake looked down at the Slob-ifier device, thinking about what that guy said. That he wasn't supposed to be gay. But how would he know? Did that guy know Jake from somewhere? Jake didn't remember him. The thing was, Jake could use the device to make himself straight, but it felt wrong, even if it might be right. No, he was gay and he was going to stay that way.
And with that, Jake started to look for you, so he could undo what he did to you (but maybe he'd keep you gay ... after all, he still needed a boyfriend).