Surprised, to say the least. [Aware path]

"What the fuck?" it looks like the thing is actually installed into the wall, rather than slapped on with a suction cup. The fact that the shower head itself is missing is a different issue entirely. Glancing down reveals that the temperature knobs and bathtub faucet reveals that they've been replace by a single knob. Curiosity beats fear and you give it a twist. Looking up reveals that the dildo has gone flaccid without losing any of its absurd size, you give the knob another twist and it swings back up. On the other side of the bath walls a pair of double H cup tits made of the same material as the dick have appeared.

It would be impossible for someone to set up all of this overnight, the only plausible explanation is that you're having a complete psychological breakdown. You expected it to be more panicky but you're not complaining. Remembering that your phone is in the kitchen you decide it's probably for the best to call an ambulance, if they cover mental shutdowns.

The pictures of family and friends on your hallway walls have been replaced by photos and pictures of very buxom women, you're proud to say that you only stopped to look for a little bit. You're a little peeved to see that all of the chairs in your kitchen have dildos of various shades of purple and pink fused into them, your sink has received a similar treatment to your shower. You grab your phone off of the table, dial 911 and are met with a sultry voice sliding into your ear.

"Hey there baby, this is 911. What's your mmm! emergency? If someone's being naughty our officers will come down and ah! administer punishment. If you're feeling hurt our nurses will inspect every inch of you and make sure you're all better. Oh fuck!"

It would seem that your delusions have reached your auditory senses. Oh well. Seeing that not much will come out of it, you hang up the call. After pacing back and forth for longer than you'd like to admit, someone knocks on your front door.