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Rick was horny. This side effect of Miraclo hadn't been one that he had expected, but ever since he had started taking it, he was horny all the time. It wasn't easy to ignore either; he kept having to take care of himself because there was one other little thing about taking Miraclo—it had started changing his body. His musculature had changed so that his body could stand the strength and speeds that Miraclo allowed his body to push. But unlike other enhancement drugs, one of the changes made it so that if Rick didn't go take care of himself when he got horny—well, everyone would notice.
Still, it felt awkward to just jack it for jacking its sake like he was going through puberty again, so Rick had some magazines he'd purchased to give him some plausible deniability. Plus, the visual stimulation certainly helped.
He laid down on his bed even though he was still sweaty and overblown from having popped a Miraclo pill earlier. If he was going to get even sweatier and stickier from masturbating it was nonsensical to shower yet. He flicked through his stack of girly mags, finally settling on one he hadn't looked through before.
He stopped on a chubby, light skinned Black girl. Her hair was curly, not relaxed like a lot of the other girls in the mag, and her glasses gave her a kind of professional, working woman air that Rick liked. He liked how she sexily but the arm of them. It was easy to imagine her mouth doing other things. And her pussy, prominent and bare in the photo spread, were great. Something Rick could really go for. Having picked out Miss Page Six, Rick eased his cock out of his Hourman costume and his cup.
Easing it out was the right word. Rick let out a loud moan just at having his cock free from its confines as he shimmied out of the lower half of his suit. It had genuinely felt like his cock was getting crushed in there. It sprang to its new full length. Before taking Miraclo, Rick's cock had been average, if not modest, in size. He'd never exactly angsted over it, but he had never been able to claim it was big. He remained a grower rather than a shower after using Miraclo regularly, but the amount he had to grow to was huge. His cock continued to stiffen now that it was free in the air, getting up to it's full length of being nearly too long to be of any use. It was thick too, the kind of cock that inspired both awe and embarrassment. It throbbed heavily against Rick's torso as he took it in his hand. It was hot and unwieldy, like it had a mind of its own. It certainly had its own head, already weeping.
Rick rubbed his palm over the head, getting it wet with the excessive amount of pre-cum. That was another thing about Miraclo—since he had started to take it regularly, the production of all his bodily fluids had increased. He wouldn't be surprised if he even had more blood than normal. He had become like a leaky faucet, producing enough precum that he could coat his whole length with it. It was hot to see his own cock covered and shining because of his own slick juices. In the lamp light it almost looked tasty. Maybe Miss Page Six would like that? Rick moaned again, pumping his cock, so bottle big in his hand, at the thought.
He felt hot all over, heat radiating from his cock to all of his body. Was that normal? It didn't feel normal how driven he was to roll his hips into his hand. There were wet sounds as Rick fucked into his own grip. He put pressure around his length, playing with his frenulum and reaching down to fondle his balls as well. They too were swollen from Miraclo, filling his palm and churning with cum.
Rutting into his hand felt stupidly good, brainless and impulsive and all instinct like Miraclo made him. It was like he was able to keep that rushing feeling Miraclo gave him while he was jacking it, not yet getting that come down feeling of the inevitable crash. Maybe if he could just ride this wave, the come down wouldn't come at all, all the bad stuff exploding out of him as he came. Rick wondered what some hot hole would feel like around his cock right now or, maybe if his cock was too big to fit comfortably, what someone else's hands would feel like. Or the tease of just pussy lips hot dogging him. He grunted and keened, so horny it hurt. He wrapped both hands around his cock, letting his girly mag lay open on the bed between his legs.
His thighs started to quake and tense as he felt himself reach his zenith. His cum shot out of him with thick ropes, a truly absurd amount of cum coming from his emptying balls and coating his hands. It got right on Miss Page Six's sexy pussy.
Fuck, that's hot, Rick thought as he panted, still riding the pleasure as his cock gave a few more weak spurts of cum. It got all over the top half of his costume too. Rick let his cock rest against his belly, closing his eyes. He really should shower and clean off his costume, but maybe not right just yet even if he knew cum stains were a bitch to get out.
…How did you get cum stains off a magazine? He'd have to at least make sure this page didn't stick to the others…