Isane found herself, once again, accessing the database that housed all of the Gotei 13’s medical records. It was just to run one simple report, to verify that patients given a certain treatment responded in a certain way. She was almost done, in fact, but now was waiting on the printer to compile that information onto paper.
So, bored as she was, she started poking around in the database. She made a few different queries, learning interesting information about certain people. Then a curious thought took her. As they kept information on just about every aspect of a shinigami, it was there, and no one would know she looked. So she sorted all the shinigami by cock size, descending.
“O-oh!” She couldn’t help but gasp in surprise as she saw who was on top. Entirely unexpected, she quickly closed the connection. Had that been a typo, or...
The printer finished its job with a ding. Isane collected the papers and tried to banish that thought from her mind.
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Toshiro stepped out of the shower, feeling refreshed. His small body, dripping with water, almost glinted in the light as he reached for his towel. As he reached for it, his dangling cock, which swung pendulously in between his shins, began to slowly harden. “Damnit,” he muttered. He’d just jacked off before entering the shower, and an hour before that as well. Clearly he was just going to be horny forever today.
He beat his meat to Renji last time, so he tried someone else. Ichigo this time, he decided. There was something about the strawberry-blond that sent shivers down his spine every time, and as he pictured what Ichigo would look like undressed, Toshiro’s cock hardened rapidly, the head taking its place more than 30 inches away from his pelvis. He did his best to jack it off, but it was a little difficult given his size, he quickly fell to all fours, imagining Ichigo behind him.
Man, he’d be so disappointed if Ichigo wasn’t well hung, he thought. In his fantasies Ichigo’s cock was never smaller than fifteen inches. “Fuck me, Ichigo!” Toshiro hissed, rolling onto his back. He jerked off his massive cock as it pointed up in the air proudly. After several minutes or so if this, his cock, which had been oozing pre, suddenly clenched, shooting an absurd amount of seed to be collected by the walls, floor, and ceiling of his bathroom. He laid there of the floor for a good few minutes, pumping out semen by the gallon. Then, as the flow ended, he fell limp on the ground.
“Fuck.” He said. He needed to shower again. And now he had to clean this mess up.
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