"Okay… okay… I can handle this…"
Alex muttered to himself, pacing back and forth in the alleyway.
It had been hours since the Omnitrix rebooted, and the heat hadn't died down at all.
If anything…
It was getting worse.
"Just… don't look at anyone," he mumbled, running a hand through his hair. "Don't think about it. Don't feel it."
But that was easier said than done.
Twitch.
His cock throbbed, painfully hard and straining against his jeans.
"Fuck…"
The heat in his gut wasn't fading. It was building.
Every second that passed was torture.
His breathing was heavier. His body felt hotter. And the worst part?
It never stopped.
He tried to ignore it. Tried to fight it.
But every time a woman passed by—
Twitch.
Every. Single. Time.
Alex was about one glance away from losing it.
"Fuuuuuck…" he muttered under his breath, leaning against the brick wall and squeezing his eyes shut.
"Just… focus. Ignore it."
But ignoring it was impossible.
The Omnitrix's words echoed in his mind.
[Host is perpetually in a heightened reproductive state. Arousal is triggered instinctively by visual, olfactory, and proximity-based stimuli.]
In simple terms?
Every woman was a trigger.
And no matter how hard he tried—
Twitch.
"Shit…"
Alex clenched his fists, trying to will his body to calm down.
But it wasn't just the heat.
It was the images flooding his mind.
Uncontrollable. Primal.
The women he had passed on the street…
Long legs. Tight curves. Soft lips.
And the worst part?
He could smell them.
Perfume. Sweat. Pheromones.
All of it was driving him insane.
"Goddamn it…"
His jaw clenched, and he shifted uncomfortably. His jeans felt too tight, his cock pressing painfully against the fabric.
If he didn't do something soon…
"Fuck…"
It was only a matter of time.
"Just get out of the city…"
That was his plan.
If he could get away from people, away from women, maybe he could get this under control.
"Find a quiet place. Deal with this. Then figure out what the hell is happening."
Simple.
But even as he walked…
It didn't stop.
He passed a group of women talking near a café—
Twitch.
"…Don't look."
He caught a glimpse of a jogger stretching on the sidewalk—
Twitch.
"Fuck…"
Alex's steps quickened, his body tense.
But no matter how fast he walked…
The heat followed him.
Every woman he passed, every scent he caught, made it worse.
His breathing was heavy. His body was overheating.
And his cock?
Hard as a fucking rock.
"Almost there…"
Alex finally made it to Central Park.
Trees. Quiet. Far from the crowds.
"Okay…" he muttered, taking a shaky breath. "Just… calm down."
The fresh air helped.
A little.
But the heat was still there.
Lingering.
Throbbing.
Twitch.
"Fuck…"
Alex leaned against a tree, his forehead resting against the bark.
"This is… insane…"
He had never felt anything like this before.
It wasn't just lust.
It was need.
His body was screaming for release.
And no matter how much he tried to ignore it—
Twitch.
It wouldn't stop.
His cock was throbbing, painfully hard and straining against his jeans.
"I can't… fucking… think…"
His breathing was ragged.
His skin felt too hot.
And his thoughts…
They weren't his own anymore.
Images flashed in his mind.
Women. Naked. On their knees. Bent over. Moaning. Begging.
"Fuuuck…"
Alex's jaw clenched, his fingers digging into the bark.
"Stop… stop… stop…"
But it wasn't stopping.
The Omnitrix's words echoed in his head again.
[Prolonged suppression may result in loss of cognitive control.]
Alex's eyes widened.
"…Wait…"
His heart pounded.
"Loss of control…?"
"What the fuck does that mean…?"
[Warning: Host biological integrity approaching critical limits.]
"What the fuck?!"
The Omnitrix's voice echoed in his head.
[Failure to release reproductive energy will result in instinctual override.]
"…Instinctual override?"
Alex's blood ran cold.
[In the event of prolonged suppression, the host's cognitive function will be overridden by primal reproductive instincts to ensure mating success.]
Alex's heart stopped.
"You're saying…"
"If I don't… get off…"
[Affirmative.]
"…I'll lose control?"
[Affirmative. Instincts will take over to fulfill breeding protocols.]
"Fuck… fuck… FUCK!"
Alex slammed his fist against the tree, his mind spinning.
"I'm gonna go feral?!"
[Host will not retain conscious control during instinctual override.]
"Goddamn it…"
He was running out of time.
And if he didn't take care of this soon…
Twitch.
"Fuck…"
The heat was boiling now.
His cock throbbed painfully, and his jeans were soaked with precum.
"I… I need to do something…"
But there was no one around.
He was alone.
No women.
No mates.
And his body was screaming for relief.
"Shit… I can't… hold it…"
His hand drifted to his belt, fingers trembling.
"Just… take care of it…"
But before he could even unzip—
Snap.
A twig broke behind him.
Alex's eyes snapped open.
And when he turned—
Twitch.
A woman.
Jogging.
Tight yoga pants. Sports bra.
Sweat glistening on her skin.
Twitch.
"Fuck…"
The heat spiked.
Alex's vision blurred.
"No… not now…"
But the scent.
The curves.
The heat.
Twitch.
"Shit…"
His breathing grew ragged.
The instincts were screaming.
"Fuck… no… don't lose control…"
But deep down…
He knew it was only a matter of time.