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Barry awoke drowsy, his mind unsure whether it wanted to stay in slumber. He knew immediately something was diffrent, but he wasnt for sure what. Everything was hazy including his vision.
He sat up, and rubbed his eyes, and as his vision came into focus. He realized that this was not his room. This room was twice the size of his own, with fancy wallpaper and decore, the finest of furnishings including this massive bed he was in. Where was he?
His memory was still hazy, and he was unnerved by the fact he was naked, in a bed in some strangers house with no knowledge of why he was there. It's not like he could have gotten drunk and blacked out the last evening thanks to his powers that wasn't possible anymore.
He decided it was best to get out of there fast, but as he went to use his speed he found he was unable. He was as slow as every other man, and this was definetly worrysome.
Standing naked before the bed, he noticed that something felt diffrent. His speed was gone, but there was something else missing. Something important. There was an abscence between his legs, but how was that possible?
He didn't look down, but reached down to feel the empty void where his precious loins previously hanged. His cock, his balls were missing from his groin, and as he explored farther he found a slit, two lips that opened up to a hole that no-way-in-hell should be there. He let out a scream. This couldnt be happening. This had to be some hallucination, a nightmare.
He spun, looking around the room like a mad man and his eyes closed in on the door. He ran to it, panic had seized him. It was locked, he was locked in here. Then out of the corner of his eye he saw a mirror on the left wall. He walked toward it, seeing his body in whole.
He was the same. He had the same nerd body, with a muscular build (light build, nothing like Oliver), short hair, freckled face. Everything was the same except for the space between his legs, his groin was diffrent, a lightly haired pussy showed instead of the manhood that should still be there.
A flash of a memory overtook his mind. He suddenly remembered being strapped to a steel table, blinding lights from the ceiling illuminating his body as men whose faces couldnt be seen did painful stranges things to his body, all while drugs were being pumped into his blood system through tubes, and he was helpless to do anything about it.
"Beautiful Improvement, isnt it" came a voice from behind Barry. He could see throught the mirror the door shutting and the man who had entered. He knew this man. It was Oliver. Oliver would help him.
He turned around and went to open his mouth, but for some reason closed it instead.
"It's been a week, but you're finally ready. Now, can you remember my name"
"Master. Master Oliver" Barry said as he fell to his knees uncousioncely. He was floored. Why had he just called Oliver master. But what was really scary was the fact that he suddenly felt as if that statement were true, he felt as if Oliver was his master.