omg that scared me rofl so much that he pissed all over the floor, enticing Shapiro to look closer. he moved closer with curiosity only to find something in his rear. Shapiro caught the eyes of the second man, and gave a cheeky grin. Shapiro reached towards his rear, only for the object firmly stuck in there to reveal itself to be a knife. Blood wept from Shapiro’s open wound as he made an attempt to stop the bleeding by holding his previously discarding pants to the gash, but it was no use. He was losing blood rapidly. The second man tried to exit the room only to realise they were locked in, away from their phones (which they had left in the lounge room to prevent them from getting distracted during their henious deeds.) Shapiro was panicking, he was losing blood fast, and all attempts from either of them to stop it were feeble and ineffective. Alas, Shapiro fell to the floor, and as a result of that he was unable to hold his wound any longer. Before the second man could even consider trying to stop the bleeding again, out gushed gallon after gallon of Premium Soft Boy Tranny Blood. The second man could not escape the wrath of transgenderism, nor could Shapiro. Their bodies sunk to the bottom of the pool of blood. It rushed through their apartment, covering every spot, seeping into every corner. Nothing was left untouched. Its strength built the more Shapiro bled, and soon its force knocked the door out completely. The tranny blood began making a swift course down the stairs and into the homes of unsuspecting people who also lived in the apartment block. The bodies amounted, more and more were added to the bottom of the huge mass of blood. Shapiro continued to bleed, to the point that the flow was so strong nobody could get close enough to his body to stop it. And like that, his tranny blood destroyed the entire town, killing everything in its path and transgenderising every tree, bench, any object you could imagine. To be continued.