Alex stood there, his back pressed against the cold brick wall of the alley. His breathing was uneven, his body still trembling from what had just happened.
His cock was finally soft.
But…
It was still dripping.
Thick, white ropes of cum were sliding down the length of his cock, dripping lazily onto the pavement below. The alley reeked of cum now, and the mess he left was impossible to ignore.
"Fuck…"
Alex glanced down.
Even though his dick had finally gone soft, it was still huge. Heavy, thick, and hanging down—yet streaked with the evidence of his release.
"Why the hell am I still dripping…?"
Another drop of cum slid off the tip, splattering onto the pavement.
"…Shit."
It wasn't just a little.
There was so much.
Even after releasing everything he had, his cock was still leaking, a thin trail of cum dripping steadily onto the ground.
"Why…?" Alex muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Then—
[Sexual Satisfaction: 100%]
Alex blinked.
"…What?"
The glowing text appeared in his vision, pulsing softly.
"Wait… now you're showing that?"
His heart pounded harder.
"Why the fuck didn't this show up earlier? When I…"
His voice trailed off.
"When I handled it myself…"
There was a brief pause.
And then—
[Self-relief is insufficient.]
Alex's stomach dropped.
"…What?"
[Host's biological satisfaction cannot be achieved through masturbation or non-partnered sexual activity.]
His jaw clenched.
"You're telling me…"
[Affirmative. Only successful mating with a compatible partner can stabilize host's biological pressure.]
Alex's throat went dry.
"So… no matter how much I jack off…"
[Host's self-relief is ineffective in preventing biological pressure buildup.]
"Fucking great…"
His eyes drifted down again.
Even though his cock had finally gone soft, it was still dripping cum onto the road.
Drip.
Another thick drop slid down, splattering onto the pavement.
"Jesus…"
His body felt satisfied—completely spent—but his cock…
It was still leaking.
"…This is insane."
But then—
[Biological stability has been temporarily achieved.]
"Temporarily…?"
[Reminder: Instinctual Override Protocol remains active if biological pressure exceeds 100%.]
Alex's heart pounded harder.
"Wait… what?"
His mind raced.
[Failure to relieve biological pressure through successful mating will result in forced transformation.]
"Forced…?"
A chill ran down his spine.
"Oh no…"
His thoughts flashed back to last night.
The jogger.
Her terrified face.
The way his body had moved without his control.
"Are you telling me…" His voice was barely above a whisper. "If I don't… take care of this… I'll transform again?"
[Affirmative.]
Alex's blood went cold.
"And if I transform…"
[Host will instinctively seek out a compatible mate.]
His jaw clenched.
"Meaning…"
He didn't want to finish that sentence.
But he already knew the answer.
"…I'll… assault someone again."
Silence.
But the Omnitrix didn't need to confirm it.
"Fuck…"
Alex's knees felt weak as he leaned against the wall, his mind racing.
"If I lose control again…"
His stomach twisted painfully.
"…It'll happen again."
And this time…
"…I might not be able to stop it."
Another drop of cum dripped from the tip of his still-soft cock, hitting the pavement with a soft splat.
"…Fuck…"
His fingers brushed against his pocket where the woman's number was tucked away.
"At least…"
He swallowed hard.
"…I've got an option now."
A way to keep this… thing under control.
For now.
But deep down…
Alex knew this was only the beginning.