AveryAnon presents: Steven The Very Confused Human Hater
Date #1
You can't stand humans. Seriously, those goddamn monkeys are the worst.
Everything from the way they smell to the cackling sound of their laughter makes you want to grind your teeth with rage.
Opening the border to them was a mistake, and now good folk like you have to deal with their shit-flinging ways on the daily.
A couple of 'em work at your job now, and a few more even live in your building. Everyone who knows you gets an earful whenever the topic comes up.
It's safe to say you're obsessed with humans.
You are Steven the Rabbit, and this is the story of how you got obsessed with human cock.
It all started a few months ago, when you were just moving in. The movers dropped your stuff off well enough, but the buddies who were supposed to help haul it up to your apartment all flaked.
Typical squirrel BS. No attention spam at all.
You were on your 11th or 12th load, panting from exhaustion on one of the landings when one of the apes approached you.
"Anon" was his named, and he wanted to help. Normally you'd have told it to fuck off, but you were tired and desperate, and said yes.
Was really useful having a bigger mammal around to lift the heavier shit. He even helped set up your bedframe at the end.
Cool guy. Definitely one of the good ones, but you've got a reputation to maintain. Can't let your friends think you enjoy hanging around the primate exhibit.
That's when an idea hits you... one that's going to get you in a hell of a lot of trouble:
Just before the skinny leaves at the end you hand him a slip of paper.
"Hey man, I uh... Look, this is my sister's cell number. She's been single for ages, and I told my Ma I'd keep a lookout for someone honest. Give her a ring sometime."
Anon blinks at you in confusion, but takes the slip. "You... want me to ask your sister out?"
You groan and roll your eyes. "Don't read too much into it, skinny."
He says his farewells, and almost immediately your phone begins to buzz.
There's a text message from Anon, introducing himself as a friend of yours.
You didn't think he'd reach out so quickly. Your sister isn't even ready yet...
Shutting the blinds, you creep into your bedroom and pull open the locked drawer at the bottom of your dresser.
A long, blonde wig women and a pair of frilly white panties wait for you inside.
Steven the Rabbit can't stand humans, but Stephanie the Bunny loves everyone.
You'll have to change clothes if you want to get into character.
30 minutes later, and the transformation is complete. An adorable young bunny woman looks at you from the other side of the mirror, smiling playfully as she swishes her skirt back and forth.
The transformation is complete, and not a moment too soon. Anon's sending more texts than you can keep with!
Flopping onto the bed, you kick your feet playfully in the air, and set about repaying the kind stranger.
It all happens so quickly after that. Anon's not the shy sort it seems, and before you know it he's asked you to go ice skating downtown with him.
Less than a week later you're doing just that, your cheeks rosy with embarrassment as the human does his best to show you the basics.
You almost fall more than once, but he's always there to stop you from touching the ground...
"He's really not so bad..." Thinks Stephanie, as she smiles up at Anon.
"He's a stinking monkey." Replies Steven with a scoff. "And this is a pity date besides. Don't go getting attached to it."
If that's your goal, then you've failed horribly. The date goes three hours longer than you planned, not that you notice. It only seemed natural for you to go get coffee together afterwards.
And what date is complete without a stroll through the park? Steven may be trying to get lean, but Stephanie can have as much ice cream as she wants!~
The sun has disappeared by the time he's walked you to your fake apartment. The cold was starting to nip at your fingers, so he chivalrously offered you his gloves.
Anon's hands are so much bigger than yours. Heck, everything about the human makes you feel smaller. His arms practically swallow you when the wrap around your back, and your head barely even reaches his pecs...
You're starting to feel light headed. You can barely stay on your feet, and you have to lean into the embrace to keep from falling over.
He thanks you for a wonderful date, and says you can keep his gloves. You say you couldn't take them without giving something returns.
"What about a kiss goodnight?" He asks, and the whole world goes quiet.
You look up at him and bite your lip. An impatient voice in the back of your head shouts at you to end things here and go home already.
It's not Steven's turn at the helm though, and Stephanie...
She's wordlessly closing her eyes, and waiting for her prince to claim her.
His lips are everything you could have imagined. You have to back away quickly when it's over...
"Is something wrong?" He asks, concerned.
You hunch over, hiding your crimson face behind long hair, and blurt out the first thing that comes to mind:
"W-wet..."
Now it's his turn to heat up. "Really?"
You bite your lip and give him an anxious, excited little smile. "Mhmm..."
A half-lie. It's not pussy juice staining your panties right now.
Reality hits in the moment you get to your apartment.
Tearing your girl-clothes off, you race into the bathroom and dunks your face in cold water.
What the heck is going on? This crossdressing stuff was always about having fun, and now you're going on dates with a skinny?!
There's no denying the way he makes your heart sing though... or the way you fantasize about him as you jerk off that evening.
Date #2
Masculinity isn't something that's owed, it's something that has to be earned, and rigorously maintained!
Monkeys online always love to grab about how big their cocks are, but that's, like, a superficial trait at best. You used to feel insecure about your penis until the wise minds over on /bun/ set you straight.
The size of a person's member is inversely proportional to their average intellectual capacity, as it draws blood away from the brain's development.
Their genitals become freakishly engorged at the cost of their capacity for true reason, compassion, and creative thinking itself.
Buns like you, petite and humble, are thus the truest, most divinely gifted leaders in the world. You're proud to declare that your cock is a mere 3.5 inches long.
As testosterone is the natural source of your conqueror's drive to achievement, you've spent the past 4 months increasing productivity by practicing strategic semen retention, edging, and p-spot stimulation.
You take a sip of protein shake and coolly type on your keyboard.
"And that's the real reason you soyboy monkeys will never belong here. Self discipline and willpower are simply beyond your feeble minds. Maybe you're fit to work the fields with the equines, but even then you can hardly pull a plow. Do civilization a favor and kys already."
You attach a bust of Aristotle to reinforce your intellectual credentials and hit post. Another skinny successfully put in their place.
Ding!
You squeal with delight. Anon's finally home, which means it's Stephanie time!~
You dive over to your dresser, grab your wig, and swap your lounging boxers for panties and a padded bra.
Bounding onto your bed, you can already feel yourself getting hard as you lie down and grab your phone. No threat to a nofap expert like you, obviously.
You: "Hey babyyyy! I missed you! <3 How was the gym?"
...
The wait for a reply is agonizing. "I wanna talk to him noooooow!" Stephanie whines.
DING!
Anon: "Pretty good! Measured. Arms definitely got bigger."
You stuff your face into your pillow and sigh dreamily. As if they didn't make you feel safe already!
You: "That's great cutie! Do I get to see? ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖"
A pic comes in a second later of Anon in the locker room, his shirt off and arms flexed. This just isn't fair! You're gonna ruin your favorite panties if you keep leaking like this.
Anon: "Do I get a pic now?~"
You feel your cheeks pink up, and squirm at the hungry sensation in your butt. You're gonna need some p-stim something bad after this.
It takes some careful tucking, but you manage to take a decent pic of your butt.
Anon: "Wow...that's almost as cute as your face. ;)"
Rhofnwhsgfh4iwk!!!!
Anon: "Maybe I can admire them both in person some time..."
He--, Anon--!
You roll onto your back and scream, hugging your phone to your chest.
You: "Are you free tonight? <3"
You spend the last few minutes before your date running back to your apartment after having just left. Anon thinks Stephanie lives on the other side of town, so you need to made things look convincing.
Looking at your pocket mirror, you examine your eyeliner and cringe. God, was the sweat really worth it? Maybe next time you'll--
"Steph?" Calls a familiar voice, and your eyes light up.
"BABYYYY!" You cry, racing into his arms.
Anon doesn't even miss a beat, catching you and spinning you around like a princess.
God, his arms are strong. <3
Racing up to his apartment, you make Anon wait patiently in the living room while you fix your face.
A little tedious perhaps, but the stunned look on his face is worth every second.
"Hey..." You say shyly, hiding your smile behind your hair.
"Hey..." He says back. That smile alone is enough to make you feel lightheaded again.
On tonight's agenda: horror movies! A true date night classic.
You decide to start with Cabin in the Woods, and spend much of the 1st Act commenting about the movie's metanarrative.
He was surprised to hear you gabbing on so much about a boy-hobby. Soon things get scary though, and Anon has to hold you for much of the 2nd and 3rd act.
The tears were from your makeup, obviously. Sigma males like yourself atrophy their tear ducts with lack of use.
If you still were capable of crying though, it would be because of the way Anon makes you feel when he gently cradles you and wipes your face with a handkerchief.
Staring into his eyes, the world starts to go quiet again. Your lips tingle with longing, and the empty feeling in your bottom leaves you clenching with need.
Movie forgotten, you lean in and spend the next half hour making out on the couch. This is the first time you've ever used your tongue...
"That's adorable." He whispers when you say as much, and can't help but hide your face in his chest. You startle fearfully though when your hand brushes against his thigh.
That... God, it can't be real. How is that even possible? Anon's not some knuckledragger!
There it is though, bulging in his pants leg and throbbing like a-- l-like a--!
"BHC..." You whisper.
Big. Human. Cock.
Wordlessly, Anon stands up and starts undoing his belt.
A wordless conversation has passed through your kisses this entire night, and now it's time for him to collect on what was promised...
You need to be brave. No matter what you see, what you experience, you can't forget your natural supremacy!
Just because he's some freak of nature with both a brain and a cock doesn't mean you should--
Anon unzips his pants, pulls down his boxers, and whips out his penis.
...
Holy shit, it's huge, and makes you want to submit.
"Suck." He commands, and you obey.
It tastes even better than it looks, musky and feral just as a savage ought to be.
The fit is tight, crowding out your mouth, and you feel every one of his heartbeats through your tongue.
And the smell, God THE SMELL! It's invading the depths of your mind, activating the animal part of your brain and driving you to primitive lust!
Eventually it bottoms out at the back of your mouth, and pops audibly from your mouth. Getting the hint, you wordlessly lie down on your back and hand your head off the side of the couch.
"Good girl." He says praisingly. "Now, open."
Your little tail wags. "Y-yes dear."
He grabs your face roughly.
"That's "Sir" to you." He says, and buries his cock in your throat pussy.
You squeal from the sudden sensation, but that's soon replaced with moans when Anon starts thrusting in earnest.
This is what you shouldn't feel like. Natural leaders don't revel in the feeling of being used. Someone with the will to power doesn't enjoy the humiliation they feel every time they choke on sir's member, and they most certainly don't reach down and start playing with their hungry butts!
The emptiness was too much for you to resist. The twitching just wouldn't stop, and you can already feel your inferior penis trembling.
Why would Steven let Stephanie take things this far? He doesn't have feelings for a skinny, that's absurd!
Every thought vanishes when he bottoms out in your throat and you get a whiff of his balls.
It's too much. You can't hold it back anymore.
Anon unloads everything into your stomach, the bulge in your throat throbbing with every spurt. It's only after he starts going soft that Anon finally pulls out of you.
"You alright, babe?" He asks.
You weakly raise a finger, burp up some cum, and cover your mouth in embarrassment.
Wait a second! While he was cumming, did you--?
You take a quick peek under your skirt, and feel your stomach sink.
"No-hooooo!" You wail pitifully. "my streeeeeak!"
"Your...what?"
4 months of self control has just ruined your favorite dress. Fucking monkeys...
Date #3
Humans are a pathetic and deformed race. One only has to see their flat faces and furless, flaking skin to understand this.
Physical excellence is impossible for their kind, as a human's weak will cannot resisting the urge to devour their body weight in sugar!
Perhaps they're indeed born with a certain gorilla strength, but that vanishes over time as they dump intoxicating substances and narcotics into their bodies.
They might actually be a threat if they could stick to a gym routine, but everyone knows that's beyond them.
As such, submissiveness is natural for humans, and they tend to be dominated by the loudest screening of their kind. All human "culture" is just bullshit they stole from better anthros!
Some claim they make good servants if led by one of the nobler races, but you see that proposition for what it is: playing with fire.
Only your own lapine race has the natural balance of physical strength and mental acuity needed to truly subordinate others to your will!
"I didn't say stop, princess."
You pant with exertion and let out a high moan as Sir's cock sinks deeper into you.
Your ass is being stretched to its limit, beyond any p-spot stimulation you've ever done before. The toy you've stuck to your wall is twice the girth of anything you've used before.
"AAAAH! Please Daddy, it's too much! I-I can't--" You gasp, drool leaking down your face. "M-my pussy is going to--!"
"No excuses, slave. Remind me what the rule is, since you've forgotten."
God, you love it when Daddy puts you in your place. You whine into your phone, voice full of neediness and arousal.
"Nnnngh! S-stupid thumpers like me do what they're told, a-and never say no, or else Sir has to punish them!"
You want Sir to punish you so badly it’s absurd. The tension in your ass is unbearable, but so is the desire within you for fat, meaty cock.
You want to feel Anon fill you to the brim and make you his little whore, but this fake just doesn’t want to fit right…
"That's right princess, and you won't like me when the whips come out. Be a good little girl, and maybe you'll get the real thing sometime."
"Can I have it soon, Daddy? My bu-- pussy clenches whenever I think of you!"
"Only if you behave, and I'll be the judge of that."
You back your ass against the wall and shudder. "I'm daddy's good girl..." You whine.
Your puny bunny cock isn't dripping pre anymore. It's dripping something far more shameful.
"I-I'm daddy's good girl!" you moan, but slip on your own sweat and shove Sir's dildo in too hard. A shock of pain mixed with pleasure ripples through your body, and an unfortunate thought crosses your mind:
"I want more."
"UNICORN!" You cry, tumbling forward and ejecting the cock from your ass.
Anon's voice changes instantly when he hears the safe word. "Baby? You okay over there?"
"Ooooooow!" You groan, clutching your ass cheeks.
"Did you overdo it?"
You cover your face in shame. "I'm sorry Nonny. I really wanted to take it..."
"It's okay dear, we can try again later. I had a lot of fun."
You sit up against the wall, take your phone off the floor, and try to ignore the beautiful glow in your bottom. "Y-yeah? Do I get to see?"
A moment passes, followed by a Ding! and a new photo of a cum-soaked human cock on your screen.
You put your hand on your cheek and swoon. It looks like a baseball bat. "You sure know how to make a girl feel special."
"It's easy when she's already special. <3 I'm gonna head off to the gym now. Ttyl?"
Noooo, you wanna flirt mooore!~
"Okaaaay. Can I have a kiss goodbye first?"
He sends you a voice message of him making kissy noises, and you send one right back.
Your wig falls off as you stand up and grab the dildo. After a thorough wash, you stick it back into its drawer with the rest of the dongs.
Knots are so overrated. Like, what even is the appeal? They just get in the way of thrusting when things really get fun...
A different notification noise plays, and you grin evilly.
It's Human Day of Visibility today, and ChimpTown1488 just sent you a video of one of them handing out fliers downtown. Seems to you border control ought to be informed about a certain illegal agitating against the government.
You grab a Monster from the fridge, take a slurp of sugary goodness, and walk back to your battle station when you suddenly notice the mirror across from you.
There's still a bit of runny makeup on your face, and thigh highs look wrong on you when you're not in Stephanie mode.
A purple bruise sits on your neck from where she begged him to bite her, and your muscles...
You straighten your back and puff out your chest, but there's no hiding that pudgy tummy. You need to do something about these muscles!
Turning away, you audibly gasp. How could you let your ass sink into flabbiness? You were on the track team in high school! How else will you mog those monkeys with your inherent physical superiority?
Ding!
You check your phone. Anon's taken a selfie of himself with a goofy smile. "Wish you were here!"
Steven is enraged! "Quit peacocking, you furless mongrel..." He growls, squirming all the while as lube leaks out of his butt.
Does Anon think he's better than you? Stephanie's just a persona, Steven is the real deal!
She's over here pining for him, while that monkey is off doing his mating thrusts so all those loose sl00ts will leer at him!
You can't stand this anymore! Doesn't he care that he's already taken?!
You strike a heroic pose in your mirror, and imagine an appropriately National-Bolshevik flag fluttering behind you.
You will NOT allow Anon to THINK he's ahead of you in the competition for breeding rights!
Well fuck, that took forever. It's been more than a year since you've been to the gym, so they made you sign a bunch of forms to renew your membership.
You change clothes, look into the mirror, remind yourself how superior you'll look once this is habit, and step out onto the floor, only to realize you have no idea what to do.
You look at yourself in the mirror running across the gym's wall and cringe. Cardio would be a good place to start...
20 minutes later you're running on the treadmill, feeling pretty great when a human decides to ruin your day.
You thought you felt a disturbance in the force on your way in, and an icky, slimy odor wafting through the air.
"Hey, Steve! what's up, man? It's been a while."
Oh no.
You almost fall off the treadmill. "A-Anon?!"
Stephanie's boyfriend gives you a friendly wave, reeking from head to toe with his primitive, animalistically seductive pheromones.
His sweat-soaked shirt is especially sinful, and seems to cling to his--
...
Sweet cheese and crackers he's cut. You could grind meat on those abs.
Well, not "you" you, obviously. STEPHANIE is the you who wants to lick the sweat off Anon's cum gutters!
YOU, STEVEN, real person who actually exists, is here for self improvement, and the opportunity to sniff Anon's swampy shorts.
You slap yourself across the face. No you are NOT!
"Steve?"
"HELLO HUMAN." You say, grimacing. "Just, uhh, about to go do weight training. Cool seeing you, haha."
That should get rid of him.
"You benching? I can spot you if you'd like."
He wants to workout with you?! Noooo...
"Yeah, that sounds cool." You say weakly.
You move to the weightlifting half of the gym, feeling awfully suspicious. HOMOLUST has infected every part of the self improvement movement, despite its obviously heterosexual origins, so straights like you need to keep a lookout or risk being infected.
You reach the freeweights, and Anon proceeds to upstage you in every way possible.
It starts with some warmups on the dumbbells, and only gets worse as you go. Once you reach the barbell he pounds through a dozen reps on plates you don’t even bother to read before swapping them for the 10lbers.
And he's doing this all for your weak, effeminate, adorable little self. That's when you notice Anon's shorts.
His abs weren't the only thing his clothes were clinging to; Drenched as it is with sweat, Anon's package is right there for Stephanie to drool over.
Steven, meanwhile feels like his cock just shrank two inches, even as it strains longingly against his underwear.
Why, precisely, is he enjoying this humiliation so much? No one can say, but many know why...
It’s your turn to bench now, and Anon takes the spotter's position.
Proximity has made the smell of Anon's disgusting monkey phallus downright intoxicating.
You start your first set, and it appears at the top of your vision.
There it hangs, just on the edge of your vision, a massive, girthy, downright delicious looking threat to your masculinity.
You stare, lick your lips, and remember how incredible it felt in your throat the other day.
All you would have to do is reach out with your lips and grab his shorts with your teeth...
"Steve? Dude, you okay?"
Meanwhile, in the depths of your frontal cortex:
ALERT! ALERT! THE DREAMBOAT HAS ACHIEVED PHALLIC DOMINANCE! ALL HANDS TO BATTLE STATIONS!
Inner You: "Status report."
Also Inner You: "It's Freudian pandemonium, sir! Self control levels have tanked, and the rabbit is seriously considering giving Anon oral sex in public!"
Inner You: "How is that even possible? We cordoned off all his gay urges years ago, and put them behind a barrier 15 self-delusions thick! What was 12 years of Catholic School for, if not to prepare us for this moment?!"
Also Inner You: "I-it's his persona, sir! The one he wears when he's crossdressing! It's evolved into a full blown tulpa, and opened some kind of back door into the longing-vault! Homolust is leaking everywhere!"
Inner You takes off his aviators, revealing a second pair of aviators. "My God. Get engineering on the line!"
Inner You But With a Scottish Accent picks up in the hypothalamus.
"We're giving 'er all she's got captain, but the rabbit's mind wasn't designed for this much repression! 'is willie is set to blow, and 'e cannae take much more!"
Inner You bangs his fist on the console. "He'll hold damnit, or we'll all be fags! What are my options?"
"Well squire, there's perhaps the scram button, but you dinnae hear from me."
Inner You wipes his face, and prepares himself for what must be done. Eyeing the button fearfully, In his heart he knows what must be done.
Badassfully, he removes the key from under his shirt, sticks it in the control panel, and unlocks the big red SCRAM button...
You calmly rerack the bar and sit up.
"Steven...? Dude, you're scaring me."
"I just shat myself. I need to go now." You say, and calmly walk away.
Homosexuality is a choice.
It's a disgusting, deviant lifestyle, and an existential threat to morally clean anthros like you everywhere.
Your world was perfect before humans showed up. Tall, and muscular, and handsome, they are the single greatest threat to heterosexuals everywhere.
Being an ugly, furless race that could never really love someone like you, their survival depends on their ability to steal mates from racially superior stock.
First they invade your territory, walking around acting normal while their erotic monkey pheromones and delicious human sweat subvert the heterosexuality of everyone exposed.
Second they start undermining local communities, spreading their gay propaganda with titillating displays of public homo-eroticism.
Pride parades are their chief weapon of conversion, but television, magazines, and the Internet are all tools at their disposal!
By normalizing their filth, humans weaken public opposition to their filth and plant the seed of sin in the minds of innocent young boys.
Even the schools are no longer safe, as they're gradually turned into recruitment grounds where innocent young boys are pressured into kissing each other.
No good deed is innocent here. Though humans like Andrew Woods might SEEM like beautiful, handsome, strong, wonderful, benevolent saviors to their lonely classmates, it's merely a ruse so they can spread their infection more directly!
Humans. God, you hate those disgusting mongrels to your core.
You hate the way they strut around the showers after gym class in their jockstraps, making people have accidents that embarrass themselves in front of everyone.
You hate the way they pretend to like you, comfort you afterwards, and say that "some boys just like different things".
Your blood boils just thinking about it; As if it's not him fault for making you a freak!
You hate the way they hold you when you cry about it. You hate the way he sweetly wipes the tears from your face with a handkerchief, making you feel things you've never felt before.
Things you aren't supposed to feel for other boys.
You hate the look he gets on his pink face when he says he sometimes thinks about you in that way too.
You hate the way holding his hand makes your heart race.
You hate the way he kisses you behind the school after the last bell, and the way he patiently coaches you in the art of kissing.
You hate how regular this becomes. You hate how he makes you enjoy feeling like the girl in your relationship.
You hate the way his sister does your makeup, and despise how pretty you look in her dress.
You hate sharing a bed with him... You hate feeling like your body is on fire with need when he touches you.
You hate the way you touch him back... You hate being a bunny, because it means you'll never make him feel the same way.
You hate how humiliated his penis makes you feel, and how much you love being small and helpless for him...
You gasp, your whole body shuddering at the fullness you feel inside.
You hate the way he pulls your ears as he's thrusting his hips.
You hate the way he calls you his princess.
And most of all, you hate loving how much you enjoy being his little whore...
"ANDY!" Stephanie screams as an orgasm ripples through your body.
"Oh God, Andy what's happening to me?" She pants. "I'm sorry I made a mess! I'm sorry I ran away from you! Please don't hate me..."
Tears roll down your face, unbidden. "Why did we have to run? He loved us..."
Incensed, Steven stands up, his body shaking as the dildo slurps loudly out of his ass.
"Did you think it was any easier for me? He was my best friend! My... We sat at his table and laughed with all his friends. I loved him."
"I loved him best!" Wails Stephanie. "And he loved me back! How come every time we start getting close to happiness, YOU have to go and ruin it? Can't we just be the way we are instead of hating ourself?"
Steven snarls, taking a step forward and jabbing his finger. "There is no "we!" Get that through your thick skull, bitch! I AM the real person. I exist! It's MY NAME on the birth certificate, and you--!"
He pants in ragged breaths, pausing to swallow the excess drool that always comes when you're thinking of cocks.
"I made you. You're where I put the shameful, worthless, DISGUSTING parts of myself that don't exist, so that WE can be what we SHOULD be!"
"The only shameful thing here is you..." Says Stephanie, drying her eyes pitifully.
"You spend all day being hateful and nasty to everyone we meet. We spent 12 years at Catholic school, so why is it so hard for you to love thy neighbor? We haven't talked to Anon in days..."
"Good. Maybe the monkey will get the hint and fuck off. He won't love you when he finds out the truth, and you'll never be a real woman for him, little troon."
The thought of losing Anon sends a sudden jolt of pain rippling throughout your body, starting with your heart.
Overwhelmed, you fall painfully to your knees. "What...?"
Stephanie stomps up to you, fuming. "I never said I was! I'm YOU you idiot! You're the delusional one who needs me to wear a wig! I'd do just fine without one."
The pain... God, what is this pain...?
"I'm the you who can survive out there. You're too weak, Stephanie. You LIKE being weak."
She folds her arms and leers down at you. "I'm sorry, who's on the ground right now? I think I'd do just fine out there without you. In fact, I think it's YOUR TURN to spend some time in the box!"
"Tch! As if. This is my body."
Everything goes dark.
...
You may have gone a little crazy.