You grab the slender heart shaped pink bottle, it's painted with japanese characters. On either side is a spray top, the two buttons, a blue one with a single drop and a red one with three. You press the blue button and spray it towards yourself, a small jet of pink smoke puffs out and you inhale deeply to get a full taste of it. It's much more potent than you had imagined, the scent is thick, it seems to coat your lungs in a sweet way. It tastes like candy. You almost feel drunk from the scent, and you want a little more. You press the red button to spray yourself one more time, even though your a man you aren't too concerned, because it isn't likely you'll run into someone you know here. The bottle sprays out another cloud of the stuff, but the spray doesn't stop, it begins jetting out. The taste fills your lungs, it tastes like the pink color of the bottle. It's so sweet, and now your feeling dizzy.. You drop the bottle, it continues to spray out a constant stream of pink smoke. As the room begins to cloud you realize you may have had a bit too much, you start coughing, your heart races, and you drop to your knees gasping for your breath in vain, no clean air seems to fill your lungs, just breath after breath of this intoxicating taste.
You begin to shake, and sweat, your heating up, you feel like you're on fire. You take your clothes off as fast as you can, trying to cool off, you take off your shirt and kick off your pants and shoes. You take a moment to catch your breath, inhaling more of the smoke. The burning subsides, replaced by a dull ache coming from your penis. It begins to twitch a little, pulsing. You groan, you're becoming aroused, you begin to pitch a tent in your boxers, you try and fight it, but it's too much. You start to rub the head of your cock slowly, restraining yourself as much as possible, fighting off the urge with every bit of mental restraint you have. When suddenly you hear a knock on the door. You rise, still fully erect. You stumble to the door, your body moves on its own accord. You place your hand on the knob but find that your too weak to turn it with one hand, so you use both. You pull open the the door, just opening the door takes all your strength, you have to pull with your whole body in order to move it. You look down at your arms as you open the door, you have lost nearly all of your muscle mass. Your body can support your weight, but other than that you feel that lifting even a pillow could be a chore. It's a ridiculous sight, weak little you trying to open that door, it makes you laugh. Something about being weak, it makes you happy. You're overcome with joy at your own frailty, until you snap back and remember what is happening to you. You turn your attention to the door, It takes all the strength you have, but you finally manage to open the door, who is it?