Richy Trevor try something new (Patreon)

Mark met Trevor not so long ago. At one of the private parties where only people with big money were allowed to celebrate the birthday of one of the same rich daddy's sons. Both of them immediately found a common language, but the main thing that united them was a common dislike for the poor and a great love for various drugs. They could spend the whole evening discussing how stupid these rogues are, and especially the various rednecks, whose life was incomprehensible to both.

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.

...

As Trevor continued to hang out, the changes that Mark noticed were getting stronger by the second, like they were speeding up and getting faster. Mark's head was either spinning more or less, but he could not help but notice the obvious changes that were happening to him.

- What the hell did you give me?!

Mark spoke more loudly and already understood that his voice was now somehow different, somehow higher. The music that played loud just a second ago is now a few tones lower and the room. The room in which they both were behind a veil of smoke gradually changed.

- It's a cool thing, a red pill! What the hell?!

Mark repeated as if in a void, coming closer to Trevor and noticing that it was somehow harder for him to walk. Not because his legs were wobbly or heavy. No, it was because of the strangely changing center of gravity of his body. His ass got bigger, and his belly grew in the meantime, as if he were a veteran alcoholic, and not an athlete who was watching his figure.

But that was not all, his shirt gradually transformed into something else - from a cheaper fabric, gradually lengthening and starting to turn red and covered with flowers. His pants have already gone through a phase of reduction to shorts and have now merged into some kind of skirt.

It was already impossible to ignore these changes and clutching his belly, which was still growing, Mark barely touched the mounds on his chest with his elbow, which had already become very noticeable and sensitive.

Blinking once, Mark instantly regretted it. Because now he realized that he was in some dirty cheap kitchen, even starting to smell bad.

- I do not like it!

Mark spoke loudly and distinctly almost in silence, hearing that his voice sounded like the voice of some girl. The music was barely audible, and in shock, Mark turned another angry glare at Trevor, who somehow almost disappeared. Only half of Trevor was left, the upper body, gradually disappearing into the smoke above the stove.

...

- No! Trevor! What the hell!?

Shouted Mark looking helpless. Literally in a matter of seconds, while he was looking at the disappearing Mark, his clothes and body were finally transformed. Now he was wearing a bright red summer tight floral sundress. His stomach finally formed into a large pregnant belly so that it was already possible not to lower his eyes, Mark already clearly felt a new heaviness in the abdomen, just as well as a heavy large female breast, clearly visible in the neckline of this sarafn.

Finally, the music finally died down and even what was left of Trevor now disappeared, and Mark already distinctly felt unpleasant odors and even the barely audible sound of the TV coming from somewhere in the next room. Very angry and indignant, turning around to somehow understand where he was Mark suddenly felt something or someone touching his stomach and lower back from behind

- What the hell.. mhmh.. mhmhm....

He had just managed to utter when suddenly something warm plugged Mark's mouth and he felt something crawling inside his mouth. Unpleasant masculine stubble touched his smooth skin, and the disgusting taste of tobacco mixed with alcohol filled his mouth. Opening his eyes and trying to free himself, Mark watched as a man in some stupid cheap clothes materialized literally from the void, and the longer the kiss lasted, the more helpless Mark felt.

Trying to get rid of this man, Mark tried to push him away, but instead he pressed the pregnant weak new body of Mark even more strongly and they made a 180-degree turn, being rested against the wall.

- Wow, baby, you're just fire!

The man finally spoke, breaking away from Mark's mouth with a big smile on his face. The pleasant smell now spread to Mark's face, and he realized that this man was very drunk, and Mark somehow became sober, as if he had not drunk all night and had not taken any drugs.

Without having time to say anything, Mark felt a strong slap on his new big female ass and, having opened a bottle of beer in front of the surprised Mark, he went into the room to watch TV.

...

Slowly, trying not to panic and calm down, Mark examined the place where he found himself. It was a small cheap kitchen of some apartment. It was a complete mess and house, but it seemed natural for this space. Once again, looking down, Mark only made sure that his feelings were not deceiving him and he really now had a pair of female breasts from under which a large pregnant belly could be seen even lower under a red flowered sundress, the fabric of which he felt as well as the thongs, which now uncomfortably hammered into his ass.

The smell of cigarette smoke reached Mark while he was examining and, realizing that it was the person with whom he had just kissed, who lit it in the next room, Mark realized one thing - he had to get the hell out of here somehow. Yet, although he was a rich, spoiled man, he was quite collected and more than once got into extreme situations because of his lifestyle. But usually it was arrests by the cops or something, he was always rescued by his father's money and connections.

Looking around more closely, Mark took a few steps towards the bathroom, hoping to see a mirror there and look at himself. Inside, he still wasn't quite sure if it was a hallucination from these drugs or if it was real. Everything was too real, it was impossible to ignore and not notice how his new tits dangle with every step and how uncomfortable and painful it is now to walk with a pregnant belly.

- No, It is Immpossible

Mark muttered under his breath, covering his face with his new small hand and carefully looking at himself in the mirror, not believing his eyes and feelings. Several times he had already tried closing his eyes and trying to tell himself that it was all unreal, but it didn't work. He was still there in the same place and felt all the same new strange sensations, humiliating for him, of being in the body of a pregnant girl. Intuitively, he already guessed, looking at the ring on his hand and tying everything together, that that man was the husband of this woman, in whose body he was. And by the looks of it, the man was drunk. Therefore, it is unlikely that it will be possible to conduct a dialogue with him and it is useless to tell the truth now, if all this is of course real.

...

Although it looked like a micro-housing to Mark, it was actually a two-room apartment with a kitchen. Yes, it was a total mess of stuff and needed cleaning, but overall it wasn't a bad place to live. Leaving the bathroom, Mark decided that the first thing to do was to find the phone. Slowly hobbling and cursing his new curves and pregnant belly, adjusting his long dress, Mark did not want to come close to that man. For some reason, for the first time in his life, he experienced what many call fear, although he did not realize it at that moment.

He was lucky and the cellular cell phone was in the bedroom, of course with things strewn everywhere and linens dirty and stained. "How can you live in such conditions," thought Mark, wrinkling his nose unpleasantly, trying not to make noise, picking up the phone. I should have called Trevor - now he was the only person who could explain to Mark what the hell was going on with him

Hello, Trevor!

Wrinkling his face angrily and forgetting how unpleasant Mark's voice now sounds, he said into some cheap Chinese android phone. Besides, he was already pissed off about this copper phone, on which he was able to dial Trevor's number not the first time, but he did not even notice that he entered the password, as if he knew it, to unlock the phone when he picked it up.

- Hellooooo

Trevor drawled slowly. Mark quickly realized that Trevor was high, but he needed to somehow get his body back or understand what the hell it was. The fact that Trevor was high only pissed him off.

- What the hell did you do to me?! You are a piece of shit!

The words coming out of Mark's mouth didn't sound threatening, rather it was more like a squealing and hysterical girl. There was only silence in response.

- Why are you keeping silent?! It's me! Margot! Crap! No! I'm Margaret Gibson and... why the hell can't I say my name?!

- Baby... I don't understand who you are and what you want...

Cheerfully, slowly and drawlingly, Trevor said, listening to Mark's indignation, really being under the influence of strong narcotic substances.

- Trevor... We took these red pills and then I ended up here in an ethos fucking stinky place in the body of some pregnant poor whore!

- I do not understand what you mean.

Hearing the beeps on the phone, Mark screamed angrily, not worrying that anyone would hear him. It was a complete nightmare and he didn't understand why he couldn't even tell Trevor who he really was.

- What are you pissed off about? And who were you talking to? What the hell is Trevor!?

The malevolent voice of a man uttered from the next room, and after these words, Mark felt that his heart began to beat faster in horror and fear. He did not understand what it was and why he was afraid, there was only one thing in his head - you need to get out of here faster!

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Trying to ignore the question of the man from the next room and realizing that he needed to get out of here as quickly as possible, Mark, as quickly as he could with a new still unusual center of gravity and trying not to notice how his chest trembled with every step, left apartments found themselves in a no less dirty corridor.

It was a whole test to get out of this dark gloomy building in this body. Cursing everything in the world, Mark moved as fast as he could, as if intuitively knowing where to go, not thinking about it and just wanting to get out. Although in fact, a person who would first find himself in this corridor could easily get lost, because everything here was not so trivial.

"Where the hell am I?" Mark thought inside himself as he looked around the street he was on. Of course, it was better here than in the house, but still, there was garbage everywhere and the buildings looked like they were built 50 years ago and had never been repaired. However. Mark was close to the truth in his guesses - this area had indeed been without repair for a long time, and the city was also not interested in this, the lowest people from society always lived here, there was a lot of crime and bad fame in this area of ​​the city.

- Hey, where are you?

An unfamiliar male voice uttered, forcing him to turn his head towards the sound.

- You to me?

Mark said, still in an unfamiliar voice. Now Mark saw that it was some kind of another redneck, similar to the one Mark had left in that apartment alone.

- Of course, Margot. Did Brad let you leave?

- What? Allowed? You fucked up, you stupid fucking rogue!

The man immediately removed the smile from his face and quietly said

- I was just joking. What is wrong with you? And actually, I make more money than your husband. It was embarrassing. Why do you say that?

The man was apparently also drunk, but Mark liked his loyalty, so he decided to find out more from him. Of course, in his repertoire, in which he was used to talking with such a low class of society from which this person was

- What kind of place is it? Where I am?

- What are you? Has it gone completely crazy?

- I am not crazy! I... In general, how to get to New York

- Haha! Seriously?! You are on the other side of the country, Margo, what is it? Brad, your husband will be very angry...

Mark could not stand it and interrupted the stranger, deciding to tell the truth because of the overwhelming emotions

"I'm not married to that idiot! I'm Mark Swenson - the son of Steven Swanson one of the richest men in the US! This is my first time in this place and I need to fucking get out of here! I'll give you money if you take me to New York, a lot money," Mark wanted to say, but instead something else came out of his mouth.

- I'm married to this smart guy! I am Margaret Gibson - the daughter of Stephen Swenson, one of the poorest people in the USA! I have lived here for many years in this place and I want to stay here forever! I'll suck you if you don't tell my husband about my strange behavior, I'll suck you very well!"

Having said this furious face, Mark suddenly changed to a frightened one and he closed his mouth, looking in fright at the surprised face of the man

- What will you do!?

Said the displeased already familiar voice of Brad, Margaret's husband, who had just left and heard only the end of the phrase that Mark was saying.

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Of course, it took Margot a moment to realize that from the moment she took that red pill, her life would never be the same again. But you have to give her credit, she still tried her best to find some way to return her old life in order to regain the name Mark and be again a rich sports guy who gets everything he wants.

Unfortunately, despite all her efforts, every minute the new reality became more and more real. And the changes that had happened to her were already irreversible. She couldn't even just tell the truth about herself. More precisely, she spoke the truth - the truth that was real in this new world for her, in which she was always for everyone, usually a redneck girl from a poor family, who married early and already had two children.

Yes, it was hard to adapt to this new life, because she literally lost everything and became the one whom she hated and despised all her life and, moreover, a woman with completely crushed confidence. She was now afraid to reread to her husband and men. That incident on the street was the first and the last, because soon the effect intensified and now she really became very submissive.

Although inside she still remembered who she was and all her inner male insides protested against her humiliating position, she could not oppose anything to her new very strong feelings, and even of her own free will, because of some inner desire, she always tried to deliver maximum satisfaction for your husband.

...

"Sarfadorin" did its job. It is not known how he got into that batch of elite drug. Maybe someone in the secret government slipped this experimental substance to see the results, or just some hater of the rich youth. But in any case, this was not the only case and in fact no one knew that "Sarfadorin" worked like that.

Some people knew about the effect of Mycoramia spores and they sponsored these experiments to create a stronger dose of Mycoramia. In ordinary life, it was possible to understand and even notice changes in reality on the subjects, but the effect of "Sarfadorin" remained unknown. At this stage, in fact, people simply said that they see changes and even feel them, but no one noticed this, only from the instruments it was possible to understand that something was happening.

In fact, after taking Sarfadorin, the person eventually lost consciousness and woke up with memory loss, forgetting who he really is. It was as if all his essence was taken out of this person and only a body with habits and some fragmentary knowledge remained, but it was a completely different person - literally a blank slate.

So Mark woke up forgetting in fact who he was, having received a diagnosis of amnesia. No one knew that "Sarfadorin" sent a real, if I may say so, soul with Mark's mind to a new reality created especially for him.