"I gotta go get more water," you say, and stand up. In your haste, you neglected to remember that you were sporting a bulge in your pants that traveled from your crotch down to your left knee. Every female eye in the room fixates on your erection, but only Abby seems surprised by it. You hobble over to the kitchen, carrying your glass with you.
You look around the room, uselessly wondering if there was anything that could help you in here, but why would there be? The--
You glance over at the counter near the sink. There, just sitting out in the open, is the largest collection of pill bottles you've ever seen. Next to it is a mortar and pestle. You limp over, struggling with your own cock as it tries to constrict your leg's movement, and see a fine white powder inside the mortar. This must be what Jenny used to drug you.
You start to think about what you could do with these pills. There had to be a dick-shrinking pill in here somewhere, right? Or maybe something that you could use to get back at Jenny. Or--
Thoughts rush through your mind, almost distracting you from your huge, throbbing cock. You decide--
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