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When you woke up, you were displeased to find that you and the sheets beneath you were drenched in sweat. But as you tried to pull yourself up, you found that your hand was stuck to your pillow.
“What the fuck…?” you muttered, shaking your hand back and forth. The pillow didn’t budge an inch.
Okay, you weren’t sweating THAT much. This is ridiculous.
You placed your other hand on the underside of the pillow in an attempt to pull it off…only to realize that you’d somehow managed to get that hand stuck too.
Feeling a mix of panic and frustration, you jumped out of bed and started pulling. And to your surprise, the pillow tore easily, spreading fluff and cotton everywhere as the ceiling fan spun mercilessly.
You were now standing in the middle of the room, completely naked and breathing heavily with pillow fluff covering your hands. But aside from all that, you felt a lot better than you had earlier today. In fact, you can’t remember ever feeling this great. Maybe you ought to go back and ask Doc Connors for a few more of those spiders.
Just then, a faint, sizzling sound drew you away from your thoughts. It smelled like something was burning, but you didn’t remember putting anything in the oven.
Tracing the smell to its source, you were horrified to discover that the sound and the smell was coming from your hands!
<span class="mu-r">“Oh! Oh!”</span> you shouted, waving your hands around as you rushed to the bathroom and ran cold water over your hands. Despite that, however, the pillow fluff seemed to turn to ash in your hands. By some miracle, you weren’t in any pain at all. Sure, you felt a subtle warmth rising up out of your palms, but it wasn’t anything worth crying over.
As you breathed a sigh of relief, your gaze drifted upwards to meet your reflection in the mirror. Is that...you? You don’t ever remember being this handsome. Or this CUT!
You went to the gym every once in a while, and your diet is questionable at best, but right now you’ve got the physique of a professional athlete. It’s not a gross amount of muscle, either. The best words you can think of to describe it would be “lithe”, or “aesthetically pleasing”.
But what about…
You glanced down, and nodded with appreciation. You’ve grown a few inches in other places too.
The situation was so ridiculous that you had to laugh. Who knew that a spider bite could give you instant abs and a performance boost.
You leaned your hands against the wall and leaned in to examine your facial features some more. You tried to lean back a bit, and cursed outwardly as soon as you realized your mistake.
Right. Sticky fingers.
With a surprising lack of effort, you managed to pull your hands back…along with a solid chunk of the bathroom wall.
“Cheap fuckin’ prefabricated houses…” you growled, as you attempted to pry one piece of plaster off with the other. You had little success in this endeavor, but your spirits were lifted when you heard a familiar sizzling sound coming from your hands.
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