In the stunned silence of Rick’s bathroom I stood, mouth agape and eyes still locked on Tiffany’s. I reached down to grab her by the hip and pull her closer, my balls again starting to softly ache, a feeling normally associated with built up desire that’s gone too long without release. I wanted more. I needed more. The sensation was both wonderful and frightening. 

As my hand reached to firmly grasp her perfect ass, and my thoughts already turning back to her delicious pussy, Tiffany placed one hand up in front of me, and with the confidence of a traffic guard halting the flow of cars, said with a definitive tone “I’m good.” 

I took a step back, instantly recognizing that this was not up for discussion. As I did, I took in the scene: The bathroom was a mess. Tiffany was a mess. My cum splattered almost literally every square inch of the small space, Tiffany, and myself. Yet my cock still stood as hard as ever, a perfect 90 degrees to my body. 

“Jesus Christ dude. That was the best fuck of my life, but… holy shit… that was a lot of cum!” Tiffany said, as the red flush slowly left her face and chest. She stood there, her dress shoved below her gorgeous tits and hiked most of the way up her thighs to reveal a stomach and genitals painted with cum. The chaotic destruction our sex – or more accurately, my orgasm – had created, momentarily distracting her from the state she was in. 

Panic and a growing sense of fear started to override the hedonistic thrum for sex, now that the moment had passed. My insatiable appetite seemed to diminish significantly with Tiffany making it clear nothing more was going to happen. But with that lust subsiding, the realization that something was going on crashed upon me even further. 

What was this? This is NOT good. My mind raced. Shit, it must be that medical test I did! Didn’t the Researcher… Cathy, say something about a delayed response? Could I be in danger? 

As my concern grew my heart started beating like it was trying to burst out my chest. A cold wave of panic traveled down my spine. 

“I… I have to go. I’m sorry.” I choked out through a desert dry throat. “I’m… sorry.” 

I immediately stuffed my cock, fortunately now at least only partially hard, into my pants, wiped my shoes off the best I could, and raced for the door. As I pushed through, I heard Tiffany’s shocked voice call out behind me

“What..? Wait! You can’t just leave me here! I’m fucking soaked in YOUR c—”

But the slamming door cut her off, and I didn’t have much time to think as I sprinted out of Rick’s, the panic continuing to grow.

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I rode the bus back towards campus, my jacket held in my lap to cover the considerable erection still tenting my pants, hoping none of the other late-night passengers could smell the scent of sex, cum, and sweat coming from me. A few minutes in the bus station bathroom and I was ablet to mostly clean up, fortunate that Rick’s floor had taken the majority of my blast. The floor and… Tiffany herself. But I still looked like someone that was at the end of a rough night of partying. 

I checked my phone every 5 – 10 seconds, desperate for a response from the Medical Research Center I emailed while running from Rick’s. My only contact for the test I participated in some 10 hours earlier, and my only hope for help. 

<buzz buzz> 

I whipped open my phone, hoping to see a new email icon. My heart momentarily sank, as it was just a text message from a number I didn’t recognize. 

[619-879-3477][This is Cathy, the researcher you worked with earlier today. I got your email. Please update me on your situation. I am trying to find someone that can help that is on campus, I am out of town at a Conference and won’t be able to get back for a few hours.] 

[Cathy, what is going on? My… stuff, is going… crazy. I am just…. Its, I don’t know how to say it.] 

[619-879-3477][Jeff, I am a researcher in sex functionality and conception technology, please speak frankly.] 

[My dick is super hard, like never been this hard in my life. It looks bigger, more engorged(?) than usual. After I cum, it stays hard and I want to cum again, immediately. When I cum the orgasm is like an explosion of pleasure – I’m almost knocked senseless – and the jizz is endless! Is this the medicine I tested earlier today? I’ve never experienced this before! WHAT THE FUCK] 

[619-879-3477][Yes, this is the medicine. What you are describing is basically the goal of the medicine, but at 100 – 1000x the strength expected. This is the rebound affect we talked about, but much greater than we ever thought possible. Please do your best to relax and remain calm, try not to think about anything sexual, and DRINK. LOTS. OF. WATER! Dehydration is a major concern during the rebound affect.] 

As I read that last text, I finished the final swig from the 2^nd water bottle I had gotten at the bus station. My mouth still felt dry, and the water that should be sloshing inside my stomach was long gone. My whole body had gone crazy. 

[619-879-3477][I will get back to you in just a few more minutes. Stay calm. Everything will be fine.] 

I sat on the bus and closed my eyes. Trying to steady my breaths, and desperately trying to ignore the raging lust still engulfing my mind and body. I tried to picture empty fields, and quiet streets. But after a few moments my mind wandered…. Flashes of Tiffany’s gorgeous breasts rhythmically bouncing as we fucked at Ricks, my inhumanly hard dick feeling every inch of her perfect pussy, the crashing orgasm as I first unleashed what felt like a tidal wave of pleasure, hot ropes shooting out my dick. 

I snapped my eyes open and quickly readjusted my jacket to try and cover my now fully erect penis, realizing that meditation was something I was not going to easily achieve tonight. Focusing back on my situation – the experimental medicine that was wreaking havoc on my body – quenched the fires of lust quickly. Stomach twisting fear and cold sweat replacing the heat of lust. 

<buzz buzz> 

I fumbled my phone open, desperate to hear more from Cathy, my one life line out of this mess. 

[Robin][Did you just leave my cum-soaked friend on the floor in Rick’s bathroom!?] 

I swiped the text away. That was going to be future Jeff’s problem… among possibly many others before the night was over. Before I could put my phone away and try and calm the beast in my pants by thinking about not Tiffany’s tits, another message arrived. 

[619-879-3477][Jeff, are you hanging in there? My undergraduate research assistant is on campus and the only one available to help. She’s a psychology 3rd year doing a study on human sexuality and arousal, not a doctor. But she’s all we have.]
 

[Any help is welcome; this shit is freaky.] 

[619-879-3477][Stay calm, Madison will keep an eye on you while I am traveling back. She is at the Bell Towers apartment complex just off campus. I will text her number. Head to her place and STAY THERE until I get back on campus. This will all pass, just try and stay calm.] 

“What a shitty ass night” I said with a sigh as I realized I needed to get off the bus and double back towards the Bell Towers, a well-known college apartment complex on the other side of campus from where I was headed. 

“Heh, you too?” A soft voice floated towards me from a few seats down. My eyes open to see a girl that looked to be having a similarly bad night. “Sounds like you and I are having the same shit-sandwich of a night” she said with a pained smile. 

“Probably not exactly the same…” I said while giving a genuine smile back. She was wearing a beautiful coral shaded tutu style dress. The dress looked incredibly short, showing a non-trivial amount of thigh and well-manicured legs as she sat in her seat, accented by simple black pumps. Her hair almost looked professionally done and her makeup – before the small streaks of tears marred the effort – likely appeared the same. 

“The boy you’d spent all day getting ready for, spent all night waiting for, didn’t no-show on you too?” 

“Oh no he did, I just am more upset because the McDonalds down the street didn’t have a working McFlurry machine.” 

“Hahaha, You’re an idiot.” She said with a smile, perhaps her first of the night. 

“Guilty” I replied with a warm grin as the bus came to a stop on main street, the best opportunity for me to get off and find a ride back the other way. “Unfortunately, this idiot has to get off here, I got on the wrong bus and need to head back.” 

“See, we are having the same night! I have to get off here too.” She said while standing up. 

We both stood up in the crowd of other passengers, as most people were purposefully headed to main street, which was a short walk to many of the dorms, the student union, and a few bars and late-night places to eat popular with the students. 

In the pushing of passengers as we crowded for the doors to open and everyone to file out, I bumped into the coral dressed girl I was talking to. Before I could react, my inappropriately erect penis, which I had not been able to keep under control, firmly poked her right at ass level. I froze, terror paralyzing me. This girl was having a hard enough night as it is, and now she will think I am some sort of creep just looking to rub myself on her. My heart sank in disgust. 

But instead of her whipping around and tearing my head off, I felt her hand travel up my leg and – with some blind searching – find the offending bulge in my pants. Her grip felt firm, yet not hostile as she seemed to evaluate my package through my pants.

“Uhhh…” I stammered 

“Why are you so fucking hard right now? Do I look that good? Does tear streaked makeup turn you on or something?”  she whispered under her breath so only I could hear. 

“I am so so sorry, I would explain if I could, but you wouldn’t believe me anyhow.” 

A sharp squeeze of the head of my cock was punctuated by a sharper whisper from my new friend “Going to need more than that, stud. You just battering rammed my ass with a massive erection on the campus bus!” 

“I have a medical… thing, going on. Its making my cock – and me – a little… completely sex crazy.” I said in mortifying embarrassment. “Its really not my fault!” I hastily added. 

“….sex crazy how? Good sex crazy or…?” as she asked her grip on my junk now turned from hostile to overtly friendly.  Her hands now stroking the outside of my shaft with loving care, her fingers dancing a delicate pattern up and down. She even backed up into me closer, her plump butt pressing gently into me. 

“Very very good sex crazy.” I whispered into her ear, stifling a shiver from the attention I was getting form her hand. The voice inside my head that would have screamed to correct that lie of omission was drowned out by the raging lust that had suddenly re-awoken. 

“So where are we going?” She said, without a hint of unhappiness as she continued to massage my cock, the presence pre-cum starting to dampen my underwear. 

“I uh, I was going to, uh” I tried to fumble out an incoherent response 

“My dorm is a 2-minute walk. That is where we are going.” She said, now turning to look over her shoulder and up into my eyes. She had radiant dark brown eyes. Deep pools of beauty that I could get lost in for hours, days, years if given the chance. 

“Y-Y-yes, yes ma’am” I stammered, totally caught off guard by what had happened. The emotional whiplash of the last 2 minutes being difficult for my brain to grasp. 

“Good. The name is Hailey, handsome. And you’re about to turn my night around.”