As the earliest rays of sunshine began to filter through the blinds, Addison stirred in his bed. His morning routine was always the same; hit the shower, grab some breakfast, and then head to work for the day. But today would be different. His stomach was churning with nervous anticipation, making it hard to concentrate on anything else.
He sluggishly rose from bed, his mind still trying to wake up. As he shuffled towards the bathroom, he couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease. Something wasn't right, and it wasn't just the butterflies in his stomach. His asshole felt... different.
With trepidation, he made his way into the bathroom and looked down at himself. The reflection in the mirror confirmed his fears; there was a large, bulging mass protruding from his asshole. His heart skipped a beat as panic set in. What was happening to him?
He stepped closer to the mirror, his hands shaking as he reached back to feel the mass. It was hard and leathery, but also seemed soft and pliable at the same time. As he tentatively probed it, he could feel it shift and move within him.
Suddenly, he heard the unmistakable gurgling sound of something moving through his intestines. It was then that he realized what was happening; he was no longer alone in his body. He had a guest.
As the realization set in, he felt a wave of nausea wash over him. Who or what was this intruder? And how was it going to get out? He tried to resist the urge to vomit, but the feeling in his stomach was becoming overwhelming.
Just as he was about to give in to the nausea, the gurgling sound stopped. He felt the pressure in his intestines release, and then... nothing. He stood there, frozen, wondering what was happening. Had it passed? Had it crawled further up? Questions and more questions raced through his mind.
Slowly, he began to breathe again. He tried to focus on the task at hand; cleaning up the mess that was inevitably going to come out of him. He opened the toilet seat and sat down, his stomach clenching in anticipation. Just as he was about to let go, something stopped him. He couldn't do this. Not yet. He needed to find a way to get rid of this thing.
With trembling hands, he stood up from the toilet and stumbled to his computer. He needed to do some research. Maybe there was some kind of exorcism he could perform. Anything to get rid of this invader.
As he frantically typed away at his keyboard, he couldn't help but feel a growing sense of disgust for himself. He was desperate, and that was embarrassing. But more than anything, he was scared. And he didn't know what to do next.
