Chapter 7Shit. f**k. s**t.
It did not work. Silver descended into panic as the door above his head opened automatically and he flailed for a grip. He caught the edge and hauled himself up, vomiting a stomach full of breathing fluid onto the bare floor. The splattering sound seemed cold, somehow.
Mere seconds later, exposed to the air, his lungs began to react violently, convinced he was drowning, and forcefully expelled their load of the oxygen-rich solution.
Something was not right.
Silver looked at his shriveled, prune-fingers and noticed how pale and small they looked. s**t. Oh, s**t.
His heart began to race again, as he looked at his naked body. It was tiny, distorted somehow. A tiny, flaccid, hooded p***s twitched slightly under his gaze. The pale member was definitely not his. S
