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AN ABNORMAL ARCHIVE. VULTURE [LEVEL 3 — RESTRICTED ACCESS]

│ NAME: "Matryoshka Doll"

│ CODE: STR- 2055

│ STATUS: [Active] — Is contained in the area for abnormal bulky objects

│ HAZARD CLASS: Safe

│TYPE OF EXPOSURE: Contact teleportation + Genomic transformation

DESCRIPTION OF THE OBJECT

The object is a decorative matryoshka doll installation created by an unknown craftsman presumably in the 2000s. Height — 398 cm, base diameter — 252 cm. The weight is approximately 1,200 kg. The material is solid wood (the breed has not been identified, dendrological analysis has shown a structure that does not correspond to any known species, the wood has abnormal density and resistance to external influences). The painting is made in the traditional Russian style: red, gold, green and black colors, ornaments with floral patterns. On the central part there is an image of a woman's face in a headscarf with rosy cheeks and a smile. On the lower part there is an inscription in Cyrillic: "MOTHER RUSSIA". (Россия-Матушка)

The object was discovered during field work investigating a series of disappearances at a traveling exhibition of folk crafts in the city of New-York at[DATA DELETED]. During the dismantling of the exhibition, it turned out that the matryoshka doll was not included in the inventory of exhibits and was not listed in the documents. Attempts to contact the organizers of the exhibition failed — all those responsible for the formation of the exhibition denied the existence of the object. The anomaly was removed and placed in a bulky anomaly containment area.

PROPERTIES / ABNORMAL CHARACTERISTICS Features of abnormal activity: the object does not show activity when it is near a group of people (more than 2 people). However, at the moment when there is only one person left next to him, the object is activated. The process takes 0.3 seconds — the victim instantly disappears and finds himself inside the matryoshka doll. An external examination shows no signs of penetration — the surface of the matryoshka remains intact. The internal volume of the object, according to the scan data, allows it to be located in a kind of hollow space filled with a gel-like liquid (the space inside is non-Euclidean and has a volume sufficient to accommodate a person). The victim is kept inside the facility in suspended animation for 10 days. At this time, transformation processes are taking place. After 10 days, the matryoshka doll opens (it divides along the natural connection line of the parts), and the victim comes out. The facility closes automatically. The transformation takes place completely inside the matryoshka doll. The victim is unconscious, the pose is fetal, the arms are crossed over the chest. The transformation process is not accompanied by pain (according to the victims).

Transformation stages (data obtained by remote monitoring of vital signs through sensors installed in one of the controlled experiments): Stage 1: Reset of external characteristics (1-12 hours)

Hair and nails fall out.

The skin flakes off (full molt).

Clothes completely disintegrate at the molecular level.

Tattoos, scars, piercings, birthmarks disappear. Stage 2: Genetic rewriting (12-48 hours)

The victim's DNA is completely rewritten. The new genetic code corresponds to the average parameters of a man of Russian origin (Y-chromosomal haplogroup R1a, characteristic markers of northeastern Europe). The original genes are preserved in a minimum amount (less than 2%) to ensure the compatibility of biological tissues.

There is a restructuring of all body systems: height is adjusted to the range of 178-195 cm (average 185 cm). Weight — 85-100 kg (average — 92 kg). The skeleton is being rebuilt: the shoulders are expanding, the arms are lengthening, and the shape of the chest is changing. Stage 3: Physiological adjustment (48-120 hours)

Typical "Slavic" facial features are formed: straight nose, rounded cheekbones, wide chin, fair skin with a slight blush.

The hair color changes to light (light brown or light brown), the structure is straight hair, thick.

The eyes turn blue or gray.

Extensive hair appears on the chest, arms and legs.

A thick beard begins to grow (by the end of the 10th day, the length reaches 3-5 cm). Stage 4: Language and cultural implantation (120-240 hours)

The victim acquires the ability to speak Russian with a clear, literary pronunciation without regional peculiarities. At the same time, the original language is also preserved, but with a pronounced Russian accent.

Skills are implanted: the ability to read and write in Cyrillic, knowledge of the basics of Slavic culture.

Behavior changes: the victim becomes more calm, phlegmatic. Final form: physically indistinguishable from a native Russian male aged 28-35 years. The victim retains memories of a past life. The abnormal object does not cause fear or disgust in the victim; on the contrary, the victim feels calm in the presence of STR-2055. Reversibility: not fixed. Presumably impossible without the use of other anomalies.

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William Smith was a 20-year-old art history student from Boston. Slim build. With shaggy dark hair. Unremarkable and taciturn. He was never interested in Russia. He knew that somewhere there was such a country, big, cold, with vodka and bears, in which in recent years everything had not been very good with politics and human rights. On that ill-fated day, he found himself at an exhibition of folk crafts in New York. A friend invited him after the lecture and said,

"There is an amazing wood carving there." William went out of politeness.

He wandered between the stands with African masks, glass jugs, paintings from different eras and stopped in front of a huge matryoshka doll, which stood in a separate small hall surrounded by several tables with an exhibition of Russian culture: shawls, folk musical instruments and pottery. She was big and beautiful. It's extraordinary. Bright colors, a smiling face on the central part. William felt himself drawn to her like a magnet. There were no customers around. No curators of the exhibition. "Beautiful work," he said aloud. William came closer and touched the tree with his hand. The world has disappeared.

He didn't feel anything. Just darkness and silence. He sank into oblivion like into warm water. Everything that was before is gone. All that remained was a sleepy feeling of comfort. He was asleep. Ten days. He was dreaming of something strange. Places he didn't know: fields and meadows, strange stone squares with crowds of people. He woke up when the matryoshka doll opened. A bright light hit my eyes. William fell out and fell to the floor. He was naked, covered in some kind of slime. He was shivering from the cold. He stood up. He grabbed the table to steady himself. His hand was someone else's. Hairy. Huge and strong. William raised his other hand and stared at it in horror. The fingers are thick and wide. Some people began to gather around: mostly visitors and security guards of the same exhibition, who looked in surprise at the tall, muscular man. Which has just fallen out of the exhibition copy. William found a mirror in the showroom. A tall, bulky man was looking at him from the reflection. Blond hair, full beard, broad shoulders, ruddy face. Blue eyes.

William was horrified and said, "Какого хрена со мной случилось?!" ("What the fuck happened to me?!") He was even more stunned. The voice was low, thick, with a soft rolling sound. And the words didn't sound like native English at all. "Что со мной?" (What happened to me?") he said in pure Russian. He tried to collect his thoughts. He knew his name… right? William.. Damn.. The memories were confused. Meanwhile, security surrounded the area and William heard the sounds of police sirens and walkie-talkies.

"Извините"("I'm sorry,") he said, addressing the nearest security guard. The voice sounded soft, with a strange lilt. — Я не знаю, что произошло. Я просто смотрел на экспонаты." (I do not know how it happened. I was just looking at the exhibits.")

Half an hour later, William was sitting quietly in the interrogation room, covered with a blanket. The first confusion passed, and William examined his new body with interest. At first, the police asked questions. Standard procedure. Then other people appeared. Similar to the FBI. But William felt it. That they're not from the FBI. The agents spoke to him in English. He answered with a stereotypical Russian accent. The interrogation lasted about an hour, after which the agents strongly recommended that they go with them. They gave him suitable clothes and led him through long corridors to his car. As far as William could understand, he was being taken to an adaptation center. Where they will be placed under supervision until all the circumstances of his sudden change of appearance are clarified.

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VICTIM MONITORING PROTOCOLS 3.1 OBSERVATION PROTOCOL No. 1 SUBJECT: William Smith (originally 20 years old, American, student, height 175 cm, weight 68 kg, asthenic build, dark hair, brown eyes) POST-TRANSFORMATION: William Smith (looks 28 years old, height 185 cm, weight 94 kg, solid build, brown hair, thick beard 4 cm, blue eyes) DATE OF TRANSFORMATION:[Data Deleted] INITIAL SURVEY (half an hour after the exit): "I woke up and was… to others. The body is heavy. Strong. The hands are not mine. I looked at myself and saw a stranger. Russian. I do not know what is going on. Will you help me?" PSYCHOLOGICAL ASSESSMENT (after 30 days): The subject demonstrates full adaptation to the new identity. She answers English questions with a delay, choosing her words. He speaks Russian fluently. He takes the initiative in studying Russian culture. STATUS: The subject has been adapted. Relocation to a Russian-speaking environment for full integration is recommended. 3.2 MONITORING PROTOCOL No. 2 THE SUBJECT: Christopher "Chris" Locke (originally 33 years old, African—American from Chicago, height 180 cm, weight 82 kg, dark hair, black eyes, clean-shaven) POST-TRANSFORMATION: Christopher Locke (looks 30 years old, height 191 cm, weight 102 kg, light brown hair, blue eyes, thick reddish beard) DATE OF TRANSFORMATION: [DATA DELETED] LOCATION: New York, USA CIRCUMSTANCES OF THE INCIDENT: The incident occurred almost immediately after the first incident. The cordon of the facility was not carried out properly, and the perpetrators are subject to disciplinary action. Chris Lock came to the exhibition with a girl. According to the witness, she was distracted by a stand with clay toys, and he went to the matryoshka doll. The girl saw how he touched the matryoshka doll and just disappeared. She screamed. A reinforced squad of agents arrived 30 minutes later. The object was seized before Chris came out. Our team watched the matryoshka doll for 10 days. On the 10th day, it opened, and Chris came out. PSYCHOLOGICAL ASSESSMENT: The subject demonstrates a state of unmotivated euphoria associated with a new identity. Sabotages contacts with agents. Started trying to leave the holding area. Shows aggression. STATUS: The subject is subject to long-term observation. It is recommended to use sedatives and limit contact

4. EXPERIMENTAL NOTES EXPERIMENT #004 operator: Dr. E.Orlova, Moscow branch of the Department. Specialist in Russia. SUBJECT: D-4409 (Heinrich Muller, 45 years old, German, volunteer) method: The subject is placed next to the subject alone. The object has been activated. The subject was inside for 10 days. RESULT: The subject came out transformed. Initial data: height 168 cm, weight 65 kg, dark hair, brown eyes. Final data: height 183 cm, weight 92 kg, brown hair, blue eyes. The subject speaks Russian fluently, and German with a strong accent.

EXPERIMENT #007 operator: Dr. E. Orlova SUBJECT: D-4501 (Maria Rodriguez, 27 years old, female, Mexican) method: The subject is placed next to the subject alone. result: The object was not activated. After repeating the experiment with other women, it was also unsuccessful. conclusion: The object affects only men. Women don't transform.

EXPERIMENT #011 operator: Dr. E.Orlova SUBJECT: D-4602 (Zhang Wei, 31 years old, male, Chinese) method: The subject is placed next to the facility with a group of 4 researchers. result: The object was not activated. There was no transformation. conclusion: To activate the object, the victim must be completely alone in the room. The presence of witnesses (even behind the wall) blocks the effect

5. CONCLUSION OF THE TECHNICAL DEPARTMENT The STR-2055 object is a culturally and genetically abnormal artifact that causes a total transformation of men into the "standard Russian" - physically and partly mentally. The danger level is classified as Safe. RECOMMENDED CONTAINMENT PROTOCOL: The object is placed in a concrete insulating container with constant monitoring. Access is only for employees with a security clearance of 4+. A ban on the presence of one person in the detention area. The minimum number of staff in a room is 2 people. In case of activation of the facility, the immediate locking of the room and monitoring of the victim's condition through vital activity sensors. Victims who have undergone transformation are sent to special adaptation centers with the possibility of their integration into the Russian-speaking environment. [END OF FILE]

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Can you transform me into a muscular, hairy, dominant man, where I'm being changed without my consent and without realizing it at first?

When you got the notification that a package had arrived at your door, you were confused by the sleek black box sitting right outside your place. You didn’t remember ordering anything, and unlike most cardboard deliveries, this one had an expensive design. You carefully brought the strange package inside and opened it. Inside was a black-and-gold envelope resting atop a few expensive items. You knew it wasn’t something you would have ordered, but the address on the box was yours.

Picking up the envelope, you ripped open the flap and pulled out a black card with gold lettering. There was a scent to the note, almost as if it were lightly spritzed with some cologne or perfume. The note didn’t offer much explanation, either about what this box was for or why it was sent to you.

From Your Secret Admirer. A Self-Improvement Box.

On the back was a scribbled phone number, clearly handwritten by whoever sent the strange gift to you. You tried calling it a few times, but whoever was on the other end didn’t seem to bother picking up. Texting the number yielded no response either, and you were left stumped about what to do with the surprise gift sitting on your kitchen table. Before you could decide anything, you looked more closely at the items inside. There seemed to be a bottle of cologne, a dark liquid glimmering back at you inside the glass. There was also a sleek signet ring, although you weren’t exactly someone who really bothered dressing up or wearing jewelry. And finally, perhaps the most expensive of the three items: a smartwatch. It looked quite minimalistic in design, like one of those fitness watches you would see on a fitness influencer or athlete to track their physical progress. And while it was tempting, you still weren’t exactly convinced that this box was meant for you.

You sighed as you picked up the smartwatch, admiring its fancy design. The metal felt cool and smooth, and for a moment, you entertained the idea of having something like it. Even if you weren’t going to use the items from the strange gift box, it didn’t hurt to imagine what it would be like. Slipping the smartwatch over your wrist, you found yourself enjoying its weight. It might have been great in another life, but right now it didn’t fit your personal aesthetic.

As you moved to remove it, you were surprised to find the device properly latched to your wrist. You grunted as you tried to pull off the new piece of techwear, but it didn’t budge. The strap stayed tight; it wasn’t uncomfortable, but the watch wouldn’t move, no matter how hard you tried. Resigning yourself to the gift, you sighed and left it alone. Not wanting to deal with the weirdness, you closed the box and set it aside, hoping to forget about it. Whoever sent it clearly meant it for someone else, and it was best not to touch another item that wasn’t meant for you.

The rest of your day went by uneventfully. You had a few errands to run, but thankfully, you still had the whole weekend before work. As you went about your tasks, you couldn’t shake the strange feeling that you were more energized and invigorated. By the time you got home, you felt an extra bounce in your step, like you could run a mile or two. Glancing down at your new smartwatch, your eyes widened at the tracked steps. You certainly got a lot done today, and the light whiff of sweat from your pits told you as much. Once home, the change felt even harder to ignore.

Making your way to the shower, you found it a bit more difficult to pull off your clothes. Maybe it was the sweat making them stick to your skin, but you couldn’t help twisting and turning your shoulders as you tugged your shirt off. Leaving your clothes in a crumpled heap on the floor, you cast a quick glance at your naked body in the mirror. There were glimpses of definition there, and flexing your biceps showed off some nice peaks. You didn’t pay much attention to it, though, just posing as if it were natural. The last thought you had was that your gym workouts were really starting to show, even though you had forgotten it had been some time since you had even set foot in a gym.

It had been some of the most restful sleep you had ever had that night. The shower was soothing, and you practically dreamed of the slippery sensation of soap bubbles sliding down your back. When you blinked open your eyes, the first thing you noticed was that you seemed much lower than normal. Swinging your thick legs off the side, your large feet thumped along the floor. It seemed that your bed frame had broken again, but this was a common occurrence for you. You struggled to find something that could hold all of your muscular weight. For now, you would have to leave the indented mattress on the floor until you figured out something else. You sighed as you stood to your towering height, ducking your head under the doorframe out of habit. From there, you headed toward the bathroom.

Lumbering toward the bathroom, you raised your hands to scratch and rub at your meaty pecs. It was always a welcome sight to wake up and see such a delicious view each morning, with the valley between your pecs leading down to a chiseled set of abs. Of course, cutting and bulking routines were practically second nature at this point, as your physique was something you put your whole life and soul into. You positioned yourself in front of the mirror once more, your naked body on full display. Sleeping naked was really the only comfortable way for you to get good rest now. Clothes always felt restrictive, particularly when they did very little to conceal your hefty, sizeable bulge. A stray hand slid down to fondle your swaying cock as you admired your physique. It had become a bit of a morning routine, with your admiration for the hard work you put into your body.

A soft beep from your smartwatch reminded you of the brunch you were getting later with some friends. Grateful for such a convenient device, you rarely took the watch off. It felt like second nature to have it on you. As you washed up and prepared for the day, you reached over to grab some cologne to spray on. Your hands found an unfamiliar bottle, practically unopened, with the amount of black liquid still inside. Before you even had a chance to register what was happening, you applied a few quick spritzes to your chest and neck. The smell was rich, dark, and musky, like bergamot mixed with leather. Your eyes widened as your brain began to register the bottle in your hand. It came from that strange box you found yesterday, though you didn’t remember taking it out and setting it in your bathroom.

Your brows furrowed at the strange mystery, but the beeping alarm from your smartwatch quickly interrupted you. You didn’t have time to think about that now; you’d have to deal with it when you got back home. Hurrying out of the bathroom, you turned to the side to let your boulder-sized shoulders and wide back through without bumping the frame. Throwing together a quick, easy streetwear outfit, you took a moment to admire how the clothes clung to your skin. The shirt was almost a crop top, so small, and you could practically see the seams starting to rip. One simple bicep flex and it would burst into a flutter of tattered fabric. Ignoring your intrusive thoughts, you hurried out the door, leaving behind a deliciously thick scent.

Meeting up with your friends was always enjoyable, and you were glad that everyone had enough free time to grab a meal together and catch up. Today seemed a bit off, though, as more than one person kept complimenting the way you took care of your facial hair or how nice a tan you had. You weren’t really sure why they were so hung up about that. Your skin was a rich caramel tone, covered with a healthy dusting of coarse, dark hair. When you first met your friends, you had told them about your summers in Pakistan visiting family. The facial and body hair was an absolute must for you; there was no way you were ever shaving it off, especially when it was part of your manly, masculine appeal. While people kept pointing out the obvious, you noticed how one of your friends seemed particularly infatuated with your scent. He made small comments about how nice your watch looked or how the new cologne really suited you. His attention made the whole outing feel more charged.

He hadn’t been someone you had noticed before, really, but even you couldn’t deny the way his eyes lingered on the dark hair peeking out from under your shirt sleeve, leaving very little to the imagination with the growing sweat stain under your pits. The summer sun wasn’t exactly kind to your darker complexion as you all sat outside, and you could feel the top of your head grow warm under the rays. But a quick wipe on your forehead with the back of your hand, and you were back to catching up with your friends about what they had been up to. By then, the moment had settled into the afternoon.

Brunch ended rather uneventfully, with a few promises to meet up again soon. Your smaller friend seemed to linger back to give you a hug goodbye, and you couldn’t help but notice how his head seemed to slip up between your pecs comfortably, like a missing puzzle piece finding where it belonged. You offered him a strong, hearty squeeze, making sure to press his slim frame up against all your heat. The other man squeaked in surprise at the feeling of your flexed muscles pressed up against his backside, and he scurried away just as frantically as he appeared. Shaking your head in amusement, you scratched at your hairy chest as you made your way back home. It was finally time to just kick back and relax.

With nothing else planned for the day, you began peeling off the sweaty clothes and tossed them to the side for you to deal with later. Flopping down on the couch naked, you could still catch a whiff of the dark cologne you sprayed on this morning. Mixed in with your natural musk, the scent was actually quite overwhelming. The spiced scents flooded through your nostrils, and your eyes rolled back at the rather intense smell that rattled your brain. Dazed in the moment, your head lolled to the side to stare out at your coffee table.

There, perched upon the glass, was that simple black box. Before, you didn’t want a single thing to do with it. You hadn’t even had time to look into who it might actually belong to. But now, there seemed to be this strange pull that enticed you closer. It was like your body was moving on autopilot, with you, a passenger, watching a movie. As you pulled back the box lid, you saw the note with the phone number lying inside next to a signet ring. Pulling out both objects, you felt a sensation in your chest that made you focus more on the ring.

It was a simple, golden band with a nicely designed crest on top. It certainly looked expensive, which fit your style perfectly. Without much thought for anything else, you slipped it onto your pinky. The new piece of jewelry made things begin to click into place, like a fog of confusion lifting from your mind. In that moment, you knew that this was who you were meant to be. A beefed-up, hairy, hunk of a man that was in control of everything in his life. All the decisions, the guidance, the permission granting… it lingered in the back of your throat like a cough. Dominance never felt like a personality trait or a role you had to fill. It was just who you were as a person, and people loved you for it.

Twiddling the note between your fingers, you flipped the piece of paper over to read the hand-scribbled number on the back. In that moment, you remember why that number seemed so familiar to you. A small, knowing smirk formed on your lips as you grabbed your phone off the coffee table. It seemed there was a rather naughty, needy boy who needed to understand what his role was in your new dynamic. He would have to become reacquainted with the new you, given that he did so all on his own, without your permission. You turned on your phone camera, taking a picture of your naked body. Making sure to include your heavy set of balls, hairy chest, and half-chubbed cock, you texted over the photo to the person who sent over the box. It was ridiculous that he even thought you needed self-improvement. You were perfect the way you were, like a god who decided to walk amongst the mere mortals.

get over here, boy. it seems you’ve done something without my permission again. you’ll have to earn my forgiveness.

The reply came back fired back just as quickly, a simple “Yes, Sir,” giving you all the confirmation you needed. It made no difference. If he didn’t come, it was his loss. And if he did, you would show him the fruits of his labors. Until then, you reclined on the couch and made yourself comfortable. It was going to be a long and eventful rest of the day.