The shadow is gone before you could make a move toward it. You can't help but feel a small growing pit in your stomach with your heart gently pounding. Just when you're about to walk to the door, the same cold feeling from before whooshes into your buttocks. Your teeth clench along with your butt cheeks.
"UNG," you cry out before the cold travels once more up your spine and into your head. Darkness returns to your mind as your conscience was laid dormant.
Your eyes shoot open as you find yourself on your bedroom floor, your face buried deep into the carpet. You slowly raise your head and look around in confusion. You wince as you force your body to raise itself off the ground, every muscle felt like it was on fire. Finally, you get up on your feet and stand there, trying to keep your weary legs from giving out.
"Jesus," you mutter under your breath whilst you begin to painfully stumble to the closet door in your room. You practically lose your balance and slam into the door; you cry out a deep, painful howl on impact. You manage to grab the handle to the closet door and pull it open. Inside the closet, on the back wall, is a full-body mirror. You flip the light to the closet on and stand stunned at the figure reflecting at you.
The figure before in the mirror is almost a stranger to you. You stumble closer and inspect the naked man imitating your movements. Your body seems slightly more fit, with your hair grown out along with a nice five o'clock shadow. Your cock looks bigger when it dawns on you that your pelvis is practically shaved clean. You turn your back to the mirror and look over your shoulder. Your ass is plumper than before and looks like it has a sheen to it. You reach around your back and touch your ass.
Your fingers become covered in silky lube upon touching your beefy mounds. Your curiosity gets the best of you as you pull your ass apart. Usually, you don't care for looking at your butthole but you needed to see it. You stare at your manhole and notice it's a little gaped now; you feel your face becoming deep red from anger and embarrassment. A small, white liquid seems to be trailing down out of your asshole and onto the back of your balls; adding salt to your wounded ego.
Your mind begins racing on who or what did this to you when a sly chuckle coming from your bedroom makes your hairs stand up on its ends.
"Like what I've done, baby? It's ok; you can come out of the closet now," another chuckle is heard from the stranger laughing at their wordplay.
Furious, you muster your remaining strength and barrel out of the closet, ready to deck the sick fuck that did this to you. You stop in your tracks at the person before you with a look of shock on your face; the sick fuck was...
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