Matt noticed that he had been transported to some dark area. It wasn't the well lit room that he had started in and he hung there draped over a shelf waiting for the time to expire or someone to find him.
Suddenly the door the the locker swung open and a hand reached in and grabbed him.
The flash of light into the dark blinded him briefly as the man thrust him quickly over his head and forced Matt over his head and around his torso.
It wasn't the muscled stud he had wanted.
It was a trucker. A 300 pound porky trucker that drug the edge of the Matt shirt down over his fleshy midsection almost immediately rising to look somewhat like a man bra.
The man kept tugging at it near the stain that had been Matt's cum when he changed.
The trucker was at the start of a month long tour of the country.
He would have little time to do anything but drive, eat, sleep and deliver his load.
The hour came and went but since he was occupied on the truckers body the chronivac wouldn't change him back and there was no opportunity for Matt to use his fail safe and transform back. He was stuck like this until the trucker took him off.
Tugging on Matt stretched out the shirt till it was thread bare over the man's massive stomach but it did seem to almost cover his belly.
The sweat from his lack of time to shower soaked into the arm holes and neck holes.
There were all sorts of stains on the front of the shirt from food being dropped on him and a permanent stain formed at the back of Matt.
It continued day by day. Occasionally he stopped to pick up a trick at a truck stop sucking off a boy and dribbling his cum on the now filthy shirt or jacking off shooting a wad of his own cum onto the once pristine tank top.
Matt was never going to come back to normal not even with the help of the chronivac.