Blam

A human male who was already thinking of committing suicide, approximately 5'7" tall, gets hit by a truck.

Crash plack

His weak limbs fell on the highway ground. The man was dead. Sounds of people chattering from the tragedy surrounded his corpse as he died.

Now, Skib woke up in a bedroom. Although the room looked nothing like his, it also did not seem to look like a hospital.

He sat up, and the first thing he saw was the bright window in front of him.

Uhh, the fuck is happening here?

The position of the bed was facing the window, which was a strange decision, thought Skib. He then pulled away the blankets and stood up. He looked under his pants and saw a bulge.

Haha, the fuck, my dick feels bigger.

Skib then pulled away his pants and looked at his erect cock. It looked nothing like his original cock. His original cock was exactly 4 and a half inches; this one was at least seven inches.

He put his pants back on, noticing it looked nothing like the few pants he had back home. Skib memorized exactly that his pants were seven for each day of the week. Being poor makes you notice what type of clothing you were wearing.

Skib thought that these white pants were a gift for patients in a hospital. Not minding it much, he surveyed around the room. There were bookshelves on both sides of the room, the bed was in the middle, and the door was at the back of the bed. It was a pretty strange choice of placement.

This place gives me the creeps.

He tried to open the doorknob, but it didn't budge. Pulling and pushing didn't work. He couldn't open it.

Why the fuck do you leave a patient like this?

When thinking about this, Skib's gut had him feel like something was wrong. The strange feng shui choice of the placement where the places should be, the locked door, and his new bigger dick. He thought more and realized something.

Ahhh... right, I got hit by a truck.

Skib thought more and tried to connect the dots. He's in a strange patient room that's locked, and he got a big dick after getting hit by a truck. This all not making sense, he turned around and sat down on the bed.

Sitting down right in front of the window he opened it and let the brightness enter the room. He winced his eyes a little from the brightness before adjusting.

Skib rested his arms on the windowsill. Then, the view overtook him. It was stunning.

Where am I!?

In his view was the long road directly making a pathway made him feel like the center observer. The stalls were riddled with people that wore what looked like outdated clothes. The houses were made of different architecture.

Skib's glinted with amazement. He put out his head further outside the window and took in more of the view.

Is this a medieval convention?

The thought made sense, the smoke from chimneys made one deduce there were fireplaces. There were some soldier patrolling in half armor, some men were half naked as they walked around.

Skib thought they were drunkards. You know, the ones who walked in daylight. It was a normal view for a third-world country to see them, at least back on Earth. The amazement subsided once he justified that somehow he must be close to a medieval convention like event.

Well... I should do something while I wait.

Skib stepped out of the bed and got close to the bookshelf on the right side of the room. He opened one random book on a random page without much thought. Fortunately, it was in English. The book read as follows:

The rich knight then put his dick inside the fair maiden...

Cool, a smut novel.

He kept reading the book and got back to read the first pages. He spent the entire morning reading it, and, like a total degenerate, pulled out his cock and started fapping to the sex scenes.

He was sometimes blue-balled since the book cut the details and skipped to the plot, but he persevered. He then saw the good sex scene and accidentally nutted on the pages.

My bigger dick feels better here.

After that, he ripped the page and wiped his semen on his hands and cock. Curling it into a ball, he dropped the semen-filled page under the bed.

Skib then lay down and rested on the bed, putting down the book on the side.

Knock knock.

Jolted into energy, he walked to the door before his post-nut clarity arrived. He then turned the doorknob. It didn't open. Skib forgot it was locked before.

The door opened inside, and he stepped back, somehow expecting a nurse or doctor to arrive.

What greeted him was an old man who looked like a beggar. The old man's eyes were shocked, and he hugged Skib with his huge arms while holding a bottle of beer.

"Skib, you woke up... Are you okay?"

Tears in the eyes of the old man, Skib could hear him sobbing. This man was clearly not someone he knew, he was curious why this beggar was crying.

"Yes, yes, I'm okay," he said with an awkward voice and a pat on the back of the person. He almost puked from the putrid scent, like this person didn't bathe for days, and the stench of alcohol.

"Young master, because you woke up, you'll finally get married to Valeria." The beggar-looking man patted down Skib's head.

Marry the who now?

Skib, still confused by the situation, responded with a question. "Who are you anyways, old man?"

The old man scrutinized Skib and thought how his young master lost his memory, his gaze softened. "I'm your butler, Rizz Bidi. It seems like you lost your memories. You'll be better soon."

He then pulled Skib out of the room. Skib followed the man with caution since he could not physically outdo the old man. He was led to walk down a long winded stair.

The view made it look like he was inside a business house and the staff room, like he just was. Some employees were staring at him as they walked down the stairs, especially the women.

He didn't mind it. He liked the attention, even though he thought they were looking at the beggar and compared them together. He wasn't that much handsome back on Earth, so there's no reason they were staring at him with pink cheeks.

When they arrived at the lowest floor, Skib was tired since he was being pulled by this old man added with the many steps down the stairs.

"Skib is awake!" The old man proclaimed to his employees that were working on fixing the watches and some mechanical gadgets. The employees were a little surprised and did a low cheer.

"Yaaaay..." said the employees in a monotone voice and got back to working.

"Haha! These fucks are full of energy!" Rizz shouted again. "Cheer or you all get half your paychecks!" Like someone insane, his eyes bulged and threatened his employees.

"This is fucking stupid..."

"Just do it, man... else we starve here."

An old employee breathed in hard, got ready to shout, then screamed, "Congratulations for Skib being awake!"

The other employees followed and cheered for Skib being awake, looking like madmen who got no choice but to do things as their boss says.

Skib was rightfully shocked at the employees' willingness to do such embarrassing things. He then looked at Rizz's eyes and noticed it looked insane as his pupils were red.

Rizz, the old man, noticed his master's gaze and thought it was him appreciating his gesture. With a flair, Rizz stepped in front of Skib and stepped back for effect, hands open wide like a showman.

"Welcome home, Master!"