Alright, come on, y'all. I'm about to use a uh I think they call it a weed glass, I think. Alright, come on. Mhm, mhm, mhm. Dylan Pratt I just know that hurts so badly. Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm-mmm. Mmm. DansGotFans donated 99 cents through super chat. Mmm. Chat, stop fucking lying to me. Chat, stop fucking lying to me. Chat, stop fucking lying to me. Chat, stop fucking lying to me. I want my lips big so I can suck a fat black cock. Mmm! Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm. Mmm. Mmm. My head starting to hurt. My head starting to hurt. Mmm-hmm. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Don't do this at home. Don't do this at home. Please don't. Please don't. Listen to me. I'm not like your chat. I'm not anybody who you're around. What you're doing is fucking stupid. You can get like, you can actually get something bad happen. Just take it off, bro. Like for real, for real shit. I don't want anything bad to happen to you. What? Adin Ross doesn't know what the fuck he's talking about you fat ass faggot. Mmm. Mmm-mmm. Mmm-mmm. Mmm. Ten more seconds. Ten more seconds. Ten more seconds. Ten more seconds. Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ma! Ma! Mama! Ma! Ma! What the fuck, bro? What the fuck? What the fuck! What just happened to my lips? The fucking what the fuck is going on, bro? It ain't no... No, bro, I turned on the Darwin theory. The Darwin theory! The Darwin theory! It was true, bro! Oh my god, I gotta go to the hospital, bro! It's permanent! Oh my fucking god! Oh my bro, look at me, nigga! Look! What the fuck! Look, bro! On my ma, I swear to god, I'm not playing, bro! I swear, dog! Oh my fucking god! Oh my god! What the fuck! Oh my god, it's not Speed! What the fuck is this? Bro, on my mama, I'm not trippin', bro! I'm not trippin', dog! I swear to god, I'm not trippin'! What the fuck is wrong with my lips, bro? I swear to god! What the fuck! Who is this? What the fuck! Who the fuck! Who are you? Bro, hell nah, bro! What the fuck! Bro, on my fucking nigga! Bro, on my dog, what is Bro, what just happened, bro? No way, bro! No fucking way! Oh my god! Holy shit! Oh my god! Dog! Dog! Oh my goodness! Oh... Oh my god! I just ruined my life. I just ruined my fucking life doing this stupid ass challenge, bro. I just ruined my fucking life doing this stupid ass challenge, bro. I just ruined my fucking life doing this dumbass challenge, dog. What the fuck I did, bro? I can't even speak right, bro. Look at this, what is this cum? I got cum coming out my mouth every time I talk, dog. I got cum coming out my fucking mouth every time I talk. Oh my god, what do I do, bro? Oh my god, this is permanent! Oh my fucking gosh! No, bro! Like... Let me look on the bright side of it, bro. No. I don't look cute, bro. I don't look cute. I'm so ugly, bro. I'm ugly. I'm so ugly. Don't look at me, bro. Don't look at me, y'all. I look so disgusting. Oh my god, what the fuck! Holy shit. For the rest of my life I gotta look like this. Oh my god, this is like real. Like I don't I don't look like myself. I'm done, chat. We done, y'all. We done, bro. We done, man. Wait, I probably can suck dick better now. Let's go! Let's go! There's benefits. There's benefits. There's benedicts, y'all. There's benedicts. They are benefits. God! Oh, let me call somebody. Adin just called me. Oh, shit. Holy shit. Oh, let me call Adin, he just called me. Chat, I'm gonna look like this for the rest of my life, dog. Yo, chat, do I sound different or not? I just really, yo, chat, do not do this shit, okay? Real shit, do not do this at home. Don't do this at home, okay? Let me ask Adin. Let me ask Adin what I look like. Yo. Damn. Hey, I'm not gonna lie, it turned out pretty good. Well, okay, I'll be honest, it's really bad. But listen, the good news is this, it just goes to show that you're not ugly and you can get anyone you want and someone should really fall in love with you for your personality and who you are as a person. Hold on a second, listen to me, Darren. And, you know, it's a it's a good thing that you're, you know, Darren Watkins III, relax. It's a good thing that you had this happening to you because now you can see who really values and who really what loves you for you. You know what I mean? Like who really loves you for you, for Darren, not for Speed. So maybe this is a good, I mean it is permanent, I looked it up, it's permanent. You're bugged out forever. Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god, bro! Pick up your phone and look at me, I wanna say one more thing before I hang up. One more thing. Oh my bro, Adin, this is deadass, dog. This is actually serious. Yeah, I know it's permanent, but listen, pick up the phone. Oh my god! Oh my god! It's not permanent, relax, I was fucking with you, okay? I looked it up, it's gonna go down, it's swollen right now, it's gonna go down, okay? Really? Yes. Now listen, the good news is, we have to do that later when you're with me because I swear, I saw you put that water bottle in your mouth and it just
A shirtless young man holds a small, clear glass cup up to the camera, explaining his intention to use it.
"Alright, come on, y'all. I'm about to use a uh I think they call it a weed glass, I think. Alright, come on."
Setting: bedroom/streaming room — diffuse, frontal lighting, likely from a monitor or ring light
People (1):
• standing, facing the camera, wearing shirtless and not visible, covered by a white cap worn backwards hair — neutral expression, speaking
Text: "JustinMMM donated £2 through super chat!", "IShowSpeed"
The man places the glass cup over his mouth, creating a vacuum seal. His lips are immediately sucked into the cup and begin to swell.
Setting: bedroom/streaming room — diffuse, frontal lighting
People (1):
• standing, applying the cup, wearing shirtless and not visible, covered by a white cap worn backwards hair — concentrating, eyes wide, lips being sucked into the glass
With the cup on his mouth, he puts on large black headphones and gives a thumbs-up to the camera. His lips are visibly swelling inside the glass.
"Mhm, mhm, mhm."
Setting: bedroom/streaming room — diffuse, frontal lighting
People (1):
• standing, looking at the camera, wearing shirtless and not visible, covered by a white headband hair — eyes looking up, lips swollen inside the cup
Text: "15:00", "Dylan Pratt donated £1.79 through super chat!"
The camera zooms in on his mouth. His lips and tongue are extremely swollen, filling the entire glass cup and pressing against the sides. They are a deep red/purple color.
Setting: bedroom/streaming room — bright, direct lighting
People (1):
• static, wearing shirtless and not visible, not visible hair — only mouth area visible, lips are grotesquely swollen and discolored
Text: "14:08"
He pulls the cup off his mouth for a second with a pained expression, then quickly forces it back on, creating an even stronger suction. He looks distressed.
Setting: bedroom/streaming room — diffuse, frontal lighting
People (1):
• leaning forward, grimacing, wearing shirtless and not visible, covered by a white headband hair — wincing in pain, eyes wide with alarm
Text: "12:28"
He tries to pull the cup off his mouth but it's stuck. He strains, his face contorting with effort and pain, but the cup won't budge.
Setting: bedroom/streaming room — diffuse, frontal lighting
People (1):
• straining, pulling at the cup, wearing shirtless and not visible, covered by a white headband hair — straining, eyes squeezed shut, brows furrowed in pain
Text: "12:21"
He looks at his phone with a worried expression, his eyes wide as he reads something. The cup is still firmly attached to his mouth.
Setting: bedroom/streaming room — diffuse, frontal lighting
People (1):
• standing, looking down, wearing shirtless and not visible, covered by a white headband hair — eyes wide with worry, looking down at his phone
Text: "10:29"
A close-up shot of his phone screen shows him typing "what's going to happen to me?" into a search bar. The search suggestions are all the same phrase.
Setting: bedroom/streaming room — light from the phone screen
Text: "what's going to happen to me?", "10:28"
He listens to a text-to-speech voice from his phone and points a finger at the camera, gesturing for his chat to stop lying.
"Chat, stop fucking lying to me."
Setting: bedroom/streaming room — diffuse, frontal lighting
People (1):
• standing, gesturing, wearing shirtless and not visible, covered by a white headband hair — annoyed expression, eyes narrowed
Text: "08:30"
He hears an explicit text-to-speech donation message and reacts with wide-eyed shock and a loud grunt, throwing his hand up towards the camera.
"Mmm!"
Setting: bedroom/streaming room — diffuse, frontal lighting
People (1):
• recoiling in shock, wearing shirtless and not visible, covered by a white headband hair — eyes bulging, mouth agape inside the cup
Text: "07:47"
A text-to-speech voice says his head is starting to hurt. He reacts by covering his eyes with his hand, wincing and looking like he is in severe pain.
"My head starting to hurt."
Setting: bedroom/streaming room — diffuse, frontal lighting
People (1):
• hunched over slightly, in pain, wearing shirtless and not visible, covered by a white headband hair — eyes squeezed shut, grimacing in pain
Text: "07:08"
He raises his hand to the camera as if to stop it, then wipes sweat from his forehead. He looks exhausted and in considerable discomfort.
"Mmm-hmm."
Setting: bedroom/streaming room — diffuse, frontal lighting
People (1):
• leaning back, looking drained, wearing shirtless and not visible, covered by a white headband hair — sweaty, eyes half-closed, pained expression
Text: "05:51"
He holds up three fingers, seemingly counting down minutes. He looks directly at the camera with a pleading, pained look in his eyes.
"Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm."
Setting: bedroom/streaming room — diffuse, frontal lighting
People (1):
• standing, gesturing, wearing shirtless and not visible, covered by a white headband hair — pained, tired, eyes looking at the camera
Text: "03:45"
He listens to a voice message on his phone from someone (Adin Ross) warning him about the danger of what he's doing. He looks down, listening intently.
"Listen to me. I'm not like your chat. I'm not anybody who you're around. What you're doing is fucking stupid."
Setting: bedroom/streaming room — diffuse, frontal lighting
People (1):
• standing, looking down at phone, wearing shirtless and not visible, covered by a white headband hair — serious, concerned expression, listening
Text: "02:38"
He rubs his arm and points a finger up, looking around the room with a determined but pained expression. He seems to be trying to psych himself up to finish.
"Mmm. Mmm-mmm. Mmm-mmm. Mmm."
Setting: bedroom/streaming room — diffuse, frontal lighting
People (1):
• standing, trying to endure, wearing shirtless and not visible, covered by a white headband hair — grimacing, eyes looking up and to the side
Text: "01:12"
As the timer counts down the final seconds (4, 3, 2, 1), he holds up his fingers to count along, a look of strained anticipation on his face.
Setting: bedroom/streaming room — diffuse, frontal lighting
People (1):
• standing, counting down, wearing shirtless and not visible, covered by a white headband hair — eyes wide, focused on the timer
Text: "00:04"
The timer hits 0:00. He struggles for a moment, then pulls the glass cup off his mouth with a pop. His lips are revealed to be grotesquely swollen and disfigured.
Setting: bedroom/streaming room — diffuse, frontal lighting
People (1):
• standing, frozen in shock, wearing shirtless and not visible, covered by a white headband hair — lips are extremely swollen, large, and protruding; his expression is one of dawning horror
Text: "00:00"
His shock turns to pure terror. He begins screaming at the top of his lungs, his eyes wide with panic as he looks at his reflection off-camera.
"Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!"
Setting: bedroom/streaming room — diffuse, frontal lighting
People (1):
• tensing his body, screaming, wearing shirtless and not visible, covered by a white headband hair — screaming, mouth wide open, eyes bulging with fear, lips extremely swollen
Text: "00:00"
In a fit of panic, he grabs his head with both hands, his eyes darting around wildly. He continues to scream and calls for his mother.
"Ma! Ma!"
Setting: bedroom/streaming room — diffuse, frontal lighting
People (1):
• shaking his head in disbelief and fear, wearing shirtless and not visible, covered by a white cap hair — panicked, screaming, lips severely swollen
Text: "00:00"
He rips his cap off, revealing his dreadlocks. He screams erratically, referencing the "Darwin theory" in his panic.
"The Darwin theory! The Darwin theory!"
Setting: bedroom/streaming room — diffuse, frontal lighting
People (1):
• pacing and screaming, wearing shirtless and not visible, black dreadlocks, messy hair — screaming, eyes wide, lips swollen
Text: "00:00"
He leans into the camera, pointing at his swollen lips and drooling. He swears to his viewers that his reaction is genuine.
"What the fuck! Look, bro! On my ma, I swear to god, I'm not playing, bro!"
Setting: bedroom/streaming room — diffuse, frontal lighting
People (1):
• leaning close to the camera, wearing shirtless and not visible, black dreadlocks hair — panicked, drooling, lips extremely swollen, pointing at his mouth
Text: "00:00"
He looks at his reflection with a mix of horror and sadness, realizing the potential permanence of his actions. He is sweating profusely.
"I just ruined my fucking life doing this stupid ass challenge, bro."
Setting: bedroom/streaming room — diffuse, frontal lighting
People (1):
• standing, looking defeated, wearing shirtless and not visible, black dreadlocks hair — sad, horrified expression, lips swollen, looking off-camera at his reflection
Text: "00:00"
He walks away from the camera, looking at his reflection in the room, clearly distressed by his altered appearance.
"I don't look like myself."
Setting: bedroom/streaming room — ambient room lighting
People (1):
• walking away from camera, looking at his reflection, wearing shirtless and blue and white patterned PSD boxer briefs, black dreadlocks hair — distressed, lips swollen
Text: "00:00"
After drinking from a water bottle, he has a sudden, manic mood swing. He screams "Let's go!" and flexes, seemingly finding a positive side to his situation.
"Let's go! Let's go!"
Setting: bedroom/streaming room — diffuse, frontal lighting
People (1):
• flexing his arms and shouting, wearing shirtless and not visible, black dreadlocks hair — screaming triumphantly, eyes wide, lips still very swollen
Text: "00:00"
He is on the phone with Adin Ross, who pranks him by saying the swelling is permanent. Speed completely panics again, throwing his head back and screaming in terror.
"Oh my god! Oh my god!"
Setting: bedroom/streaming room — diffuse, frontal lighting
People (1):
• recoiling in horror, wearing shirtless and not visible, black dreadlocks hair — screaming, head tilted back, eyes wide with horror, lips swollen
Text: "00:00"
Adin Ross reveals he was joking and that the swelling isn't permanent. Speed's expression changes from terror to immense relief, and he smiles.
"Really?"
Setting: bedroom/streaming room — diffuse, frontal lighting
People (1):
• relaxing, smiling, wearing shirtless and not visible, black dreadlocks hair — smiling with relief, though lips are still very swollen, eyes soft
Text: "00:00"
He hangs his head down, looking at the floor, crying. The relief has worn off and he is back to feeling deep regret and sadness over his appearance.
"I just ruined my fucking life doing this dumb ass challenge, dog."
Setting: bedroom/streaming room — soft, ambient light
People (1):
• crying, head bowed in shame and regret, wearing shirtless and not visible, black dreadlocks hair — not visible, head is bowed down
Text: "00:00"
He looks up at the camera, drool dripping from his swollen lips. He points to the drool, complaining that he can't speak properly and that it looks like 'cum'.
"I can't even speak right, bro. Look at this, what is this cum?"
Setting: bedroom/streaming room — diffuse, frontal lighting
People (1):
• standing, complaining about his condition, wearing shirtless and not visible, black dreadlocks hair — distraught, drool dripping from his swollen lips, looking at the camera
Text: "00:00"