Pink

You arrive home from a long day at the office, tired and exhausted from another 12-hour shift cranking out code and training models. The air conditioning is a welcome reprieve from the sweltering summer heat. As you walk in, you notice a strange package at your front door. Curious, you open it up to find a replacement air filter, pink in color.

How odd, you think to yourself. The apartment complex usually sends the standard cardboard filters. But this one looks...nice? You shrug and change out the old dirty filter, tossing the cardboard one in the trash. It's about time anyway.

Deciding to unwind a bit before bed, you plop down on the couch and start scrolling through TikTok. The videos wash over you, a blur of beautiful women, dancing and prancing, flashing their perky breasts and juicy asses in skimpy bikinis. After a while, you head to the bathroom for a shower, your cock already half-hard.

As the hot water cascades over your body, you start to stroke yourself absentmindedly, imagining one of the TikTok girls going down on you, her huge tits bobbing as she slurps and slurps on your shaft. But wait...that cock in your mind looks different from yours, much larger and thicker. You feel a strange sensation, as if you're no longer in your own body but watching her suck off someone else. She's gazing up at you with lusty eyes as she deepthroats this massive schlong, gagging and spluttering.

Your hand speeds up, pumping your own modest penis faster, chasing the fantasy. Suddenly you're transported into the scene, standing next to this hung stud as he fucks her face. Without thinking, you reach out and wrap your fingers around the hot throbbing cock, feeling it twitch and pulse. Shocked back to your own body, you explode all over the shower wall, cumming harder than you have in years, your knees nearly buckling.

In a daze, you finish your shower and collapse into bed, horny in a way you hadn't been since you were a teenager. Your dreams are filled with the sight of gorgeous females worshipping enormous dicks, their lips stretched around girthy poles, swallowing down veiny shafts, slobbering all over huge cockheads. You wake in the morning absolutely drenched in your own seed, mind reeling.

Rolling out of bed, you stumble to the bathroom and examine your penis and balls. They look...small. Underdeveloped. But it's probably just your mind playing tricks after those vivid dreams of monster cocks. You shake your head and get ready for work, ready to dive into another day of artificial intelligence magic.

But something is different. The world seems to have shifted. At the office, you catch your Karen of a project manager cooing over some buff new guy they just hired. On the subway, you overhear girls giggling and whispering about "hanging low." Everywhere you go, people seem to be getting gratified by something, their eyes glazing over with perverted lust. Even you feel a constant needling ache, your imagination running wild with cock-hungry sluts.

You pick at your dinner that night, unable to focus on anything but the vague sense that your place in the world has changed, and the nagging want of something more. More size. A few days go by like this, a strange limbo of horniness and confusion.

Finally, you decide you have to know. You hurry home and check the return filter, a sinking feeling in your gut. There, on the pink plastic, a small logo. Not your apartment complex at all. But your company. The one that makes those AI models. The ones you train.

Oh god. Somehow, that filter has been pumping your apartment full of sex and lust and...and size inflation pheromones or something? What was this, some hazing stunt? A prank?

You feel the old shame and inadequacy welling up. Your dick isn't enough. You aren't enough. In a sudden rage, you tear the filter out and toss it in the trash. But it's too late. The need for cock, for the feeling of being worshipped and adored...it's too deep. You're addicted to it. Your cock is addicted to the fantasy.

Your work suffers as you spend all your time lurking in the fetish corners of the web, your balls perpetually heavy and full, your mind consumed by impossible imaginary schlongs. Your ex goes on a date with a new guy and reports that his cock is hung like a horse. You drink yourself into a stupor every night and beat your meat until you pass out.

Weeks turn into months. The company lets you go due to performance. You lose your girl. Your apartment lease runs out. And you're left alone, a shell of a man, haunted by visions of super-cocks and your own subpar penis.

You stare at the dusty filter, still sitting in the trash. The thing that sparked this all. Ruining your life. You don't know whether to laugh or cry. In the end, you just toss it in a bag and head out to a shelter, ready to start over. Somewhere in the back of your mind, a dark thought whispers...