The mist slid under the door, cohering in tentacle like strands stretching towards the ceiling mounted fan. The air had visibly cleared, but Brenden still coughed and convulsed, as if still under it influence, though calmer then before.
Another synapse snapped and bulb lit in his fogged brain. Wetting bath towels, he covered the inch high gap at the door's base, halting the pink tendrils. Grabbing small hand towels, he wedged them in the slight cracks that existed all around the frame. Idly he thought his step father was good for something, he had insisted on teaching fire preparedness tricks, like this, in case the lab ever went up in fire.
Standing suddenly, Brenden groaned as a flare of itching skin raced up his back. He fruitlessly attempted to reach the span between his now broad shoulders, but he only managed to relieve his lower back. Grabbing a towel, he wrapped it around his shoulders and dragged it roughly against them, as he often did after a shower. His body swayed from side to side, while he scratched, which also caused his engorged cock to sway. The member bobbled from side to side, while dropping and rising in a hypnotic fashion that drew him increasingly into a horny disposition. His balls decided to add emphasis as well, jiggling and swaying as his cock tempted him.
Brenden dropped the towel and wrapped his grasp along it. The foreign tool tensed in his hand, while his groin quivered and rewarded him with endorphins. Mindlessly he groaned and stroked his new package, watching it grow impossibly hard in his rough palm. Stopping only for the moment, he nervously rummaged through the drawers for any lotions. Brenden didn't wait to read the containers, he only opened them to test how they felt before dumping it on his cock, so he could stroke it while slick. A bottle of concealent, two hotel hand lotion bottles, and a crushed lipstick later, he stroked his cock double fisted and furiously. With a voice deeper then he couldn't have previously fathomed making, he cried his lust out at the bathroom walls and released a torrent onto his hairy reflection across the room.
The time sped by, while his body released, then halted as his body's orgasms did the same. Brenden's eyes slid down to half closed, and vision blurred as his eyes began to tear. Resting a hand on the counter, he wiped the sweat from his heavy brow and attempted to do the same for the sweat that flowed beneath his fur.
His senses slowly returned, and a cloud of shame swept over him. He dropped the empty containers and mangled lipstick into the garbage, while wondering what his mother might think if she somehow had seen that. He moved over towards the fouled full length mirror, several feet from where he stood, and swiped down the gel coating onto the tile floor. A pink lipstick smear followed his hand's path, and he angrily strode to the sink to wash away the makeup and lotion coating, he had made for himself.
He looked in the small medicine cabinet's mirror, as he washed, and saw his face now had a rough five o'clock shadow, over his sharp chin and jaw line. Curiously he turned his head. His eyes seemed different, not the color, he thought, but something about them struck him odd; they looked moodier.
Brenden took a deep breath, shook his head, closed his eyes and hung his head low. What sort of freak was he becoming, he wondered. Taking another deep breath, he suddenly hacked, as he felt a thick fume fill his lungs.
Spinning, Brenden looked to the door for the source. A new wave of itching erupted along his shoulders, eliciting mindless scratching. His eyes darted along the frame, but without seeing new leak, he could only wonder where it was coming from. He looked to the fan to see if it had somehow had become backed up, but what he saw were more pink tendrils being drawn into the still spinning blades. Tracing the trail along the ceiling, he grabbed a cloth to filter the fumes from his breaths.
The fumes appeared to coming from beside the full length mirror. Brenden remembered an air vent blew from that corner and darted to close it. Flipping the small handle, he saw the flap slap shut against the grating, but became only more confused as each moment the mist grew thicker. Keeping low, beneath the mist layer, he looked for any source from which it could be coming. As his moved over his masturbatory mess, he felt a surprising rise in humidity. Halting uneasily he backed until he was kneeling beside the congealed pool. With debilitating shock, he watched tendrils of pink smoke snake off the surface. He knelt closer and saw the surface was bubbling away, leaving the vaporous clouds. A larger bubble boiled up from beneath, releasing a plume of mist into Brenden's face.