“Now I have a question for you, what exactly are you expecting me to do for you?" she looked into his eyes, as her hand slid a bit further up his le...."There are a few things I'm struggling with, cooking and cleaning mainly. I'd appreciate help with those. I’ve also found it difficult to bathe, since showering while keeping the cast dry is difficult.”His dick jumps s her hand slowly moves up his leg, “But to be honest, now that you're here, I've lost interest taking a shower, I'd rather spend. His underwear pulled tight to his groin, the fabric on his cheeks shriveling into the crack of his ass. He felt his torso compact. His arms were becoming slender. His legs flexed and twitched as they too reformed contours and shape. His sneakers became loose shortly thereafter.He suspected what was being done to him, but hoped he was just hallucinating. That hope faded as his chest began to expand. His pectorals began to stretch his shirt. Inflating outwards. He felt them sag downwards a bit as. He wondered how the elevator ding! was still ringing in his head, then realized it was the pulse of his heart beating within.Extending her one arm and gesturing with a wave of her opposite hand, “After you.”She followed him inside the empty elevator. At the back of the elevator was a large heavy looking mirror held within an elaborate frame trimmed with a gold design.Silently they gazed at one another using the mirror then turned into each others arms. They held each other in a tight embrace as. I wanted to know all of the shit before I went on the record. It is hard to fake being crazy over a period of time. I was fortunate to have Liam. He kept me entertained so I could keep up the pretense. We held regular conversations, but he wasn't any help in figuring out what was going on. So I sat around running games in my mind. Even if I didn't have the capacity to understand my situation, I figured they would tell me.After five days in the hospital I was transferred to a concrete block.