Jeff clicked through and set the duration for only an hour. He was feeling a little nervous that it might pick something inconvenient or embarrassing. As he clicked submit, he wondered if he had overlooked something important. Meanwhile, downstairs, his dad's stomach was rumbling. His phone buzzed, and he picked it up to see that the pizza place had cancelled the delivery. Upstairs, the Chronivac beeped.
"Food."
Jeff blinked. Wait, what? Food? No! He tried to cancel the change, beginning to panic. The program just kept running, however, leaving him feeling dizzy and strange. Clutching his belly, he lunged for the power cord to his computer, but before he could reach it, he fell over, his knees buckling. He was forced onto his back, panting and feeling weak all over. His arms flopped to his side, his limbs feeling incredibly heavy and hard to move. He was sweating all over, his skin pink and warm. His clothes started to melt away, dripping off his body like liquid to puddle on either side of his naked body. The puddle started to puff up, his former clothes turning brown and soft as they thickened into some sort of huge bread object. It linked together under his back, lifting him up and nestling him between two huge halves of a bun. Jeff recognized it, even though it was far more huge than any normal one would be. It was a hotdog bun.
By now Jeff was fully panicking, but he could barely move at all. With an exhausting force of will, he could just about wiggle from side to side, but even that was becoming impossible. His skin was hot and pink all over, his body steaming with warmth. His legs started to push together, merging and gradually fusing into one long lump. His feet pulled in, the end of his body flattening and rounding to the end of a hotdog tube. He felt his butthole moving down his body, migrating to the tip of his new limbless ends as it formed the puckered end of the hotdog. Meanwhile, his arms were feeling sticky and soft against his torso, and they started to push in, melting away into him and leaving his whole body long and limbless. His head was craned up, taring straight up as his neck thickened to match the width of the rest of his body, which was nothing but a hairless pink tube with a cock sticking out from the middle. Adding to the terror of his situation, his dick was strangely rock-hard, and his body was throbbing with pleasure. His hair fell away as his facial features merged into his skin, his mouth puckering and tightening to match the other end of his hotdog body.
Jeff was trapped and helpless, but somehow he could still seem to see, though his vision was distorted and odd. He could also feel his hot body, feeling the droplets of moisture on the cooked pork that he now was. His dick throbbed, getting harder and hotter, and then finally the pleasure built to a climax, and Jeff felt his dick squirting a thick, sticky load in a line down his body. But his cum was a bright, shiny yellow. Another orgasm rocketed through him, and his cock squirted red ketchup all down his former torso. Then, his dick softened and shrank, pulling into his body and disappearing. Jeff was left nothing but an immobile, freshly-cooked hotdog in a bun, already seasoned with mustard and ketchup. His bun lifted up as a plate formed under him, and all of his belongings began to float up into the air and compress, tightening down to yellow triangles before stacking up next to him on the plate. His games consoles, his clothes, his bed. All of it transformed into nachos and lay next to him.
The Chronivac beeped, and an electronic voice spoke out. "Transformation complete. Disclaimer: extreme damage or destruction of form will prevent reversion of change. Enjoy your change." Then, the air around him shimmered, and he landed with a clank in a completely different room. He was on the living room table, shrunk down to the size of an ordinary hotdog, and right in front of to his dad, who was sitting on the couch.