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Going home didn't help though. His thoughts were plagued with his manhood and the potential harms. Sure, the concept of an infallible sex god sounded cool but this was the real world, not some porno. Sex could only get a man so far. At some point, when he was old and his bones were creaking, he would look back on these times with joy or disappointment; he would be either proud or angry at himself for his behaviour. Aaron wanted to be the kind of man who could look back and say that he lived his life with honour and dignity. He wanted to be like Cassandra who constantly put others before herself and thought about who she wanted to be. Constantly working, constantly improving, constantly doing good.

He had never thought of such concepts before but ever since Cassandra came into his life a seed was planted in his brain. Glancing at his surroundings, he grew a little unsatisfied about how he had been living life. Trudging through the days, lazily glancing at the calendar, listening to the world news but never caring. His health, his future, his legacy. All of a sudden, they felt real and important.

He took a warm shower, towelled himself off, and stared at his limp dick with furrowed brows. He lifted the heavy slab of meat from the base. 'It looks and feels the same. Heavier but nothing too different.' He moved onto his balls. 'Same thing. Heavy but nothing else.'

Interestingly, the rest of his body remained unchanged. No super strength or speed. No extra stamina. The subtle abs, the muscles, the lines going down to his crotch, all was the same. The developments seemed entirely focused on his manhood. Strange.

He got dressed, throwing on shorts and a t-shirt, and did some research. Poison Ivy's pheromones and chemical agents weren't researched well; or rather, if they were, it certainly wasn't on the internet. There were the basics, of course: testosterone affected sex drive, a key component to Ivy's chemicals. But that was obvious and didn't explain the changes in penile length. Testosterone, much to popular belief, did not affect penis size in the slightest. In other words, Aaron had nothing. No explanation or conclusion. He could only point fingers at Dr. Pamela Lillian Isley and shrug.

There was no work for the rest of the week. Apparently, a huge gas leak escaped the company's initial investigation and now they needed to double-check every pipe in the building. Ivy did do a lot of damage but they assumed it was largely superficial. Walls, desk, furniture, that sort of thing. Neither the GCPD or Wayne Enterprises realized there was damage done to the pipes. Fun fact: over 500 people died from gas leaks every year and 50,000 visited ER. Carbon monoxide was no joke, even in the world of superheroes.

It was great for Aaron since he was still getting paid. Wayne Enterprises' insurance covered employees for incidents like this. There were special provisions for Joker and Mr. Freeze in particular. Plus, in his case, he now had eight million bucks in his back pocket.

He sat comfortably on his couch, engrossed in the Gotham Gazette news. Vicki Vale was interviewing Sid Bunderslaw, the Director of Physical Operations in Wayne Enterprises, her back unusually upright as she pressed him on the Ivy-Harley attack. Aaron chuckled to himself.

'She probably had to limp all the way to work.' Vicki was sitting but he could tell she was trembling. The aftershocks remained in her cunt, affecting her as she talked and sat and shifted. Her voice was slightly strained which she attributed to a cough at the start. Nope. It was a bold faced lie. It was because of the amount of blowjobs she had given him.

Conservative and modest formal wear wrapped her body. She couldn't let the world see the marks he left on her. Hilarious. Positively hysterical. Here she was, Gotham's sexiest reporter, having been fucked and creampied last night and nobody knew it. It was right there too. Her dolled-up, fucked-silly body acting as if nothing happened.

Bzzzt!

Without warning, his spell of entertainment ended. The screen suddenly flickered and an emblem of a multi-headed dragon appeared. The screen flickered again and the broadcast changed in its entirety. Within the emblem, the shadow of a male formed, blood red and masked.