Today, on this Saturday morning, both of them had not even gone to bed yet after the next party, at which Mark fucked several chicks at once, but had already even forgotten about it. Instead of continuing to party, Trevor persuaded him to leave for a rented apartment, because he got "the best buzz that exists in the world"
It's been half an hour since he took that red pill that Trevor got from somewhere. Some new super high drug that rogues will never try. This, of course, intrigued Mark.
Since both were already very drunk, the effect was not immediately noticeable and their courage continued until Mark noticed that for some reason he was becoming more sober, and although Trevor drank the same pill, it was noticeable that he, on the contrary, enjoyed from everything that's going on.
Mark was already starting to get angry and got up from his chair, but at that moment his head began to spin sharply and the room seemed to become larger.
- Fuck...
Mark said, feeling that hundreds of small needles seemed to be pricked all over his body, but at the same time it was not painful, but rather pleasant.
- Well, how are you, cool!? Oh, I told you it was awesome!
Blowing out the smoke of a cigarette, Trevor said, looking a little at how Mark closed his eyes and tried to keep his balance. After some time, Mark opened his eyes, which opened even more, saying
- Bro, it seems to me that these are some kind of strange drugs.
Mark said looking at his palms, which had become much thinner and smaller, not noticing that he himself had actually shrunk and even that his hair had become much longer, and two small mounds began to appear on his chest. And it would be obvious if someone other than Mark saw it. To Trevor, Mark was still the same big, buff, bald man.
- Dude, what the hell is this?
Mark's head was still spinning, but he could clearly see that the sleeves of his shirt were shrinking and he could already see in this strange state that his bare arms had now truly lost all muscle.