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Chapter 8 by CarlTheCarl CarlTheCarl

Does anything happen on the way?

Nope

Thomas sighs as he makes it back home safely. It was a lot less stressful this time around since he gave up and just tucked his dick in his shorts. It chafed something awful, but he made it home much less stressed than when he went out. He gets in his door and a sinking feeling comes over him when he looks back at the trail he left behind himself. The place smells pretty bad, and Thomas sighs thinking about trying to clean up a mess that he will just make more of at the same time.

Grabbing the now crusty towel he awkwardly wipes up what he can and makes a break for the bathroom. He sighs as he makes it into the shower and after trying to get out of his nasty clothes gives up and just turns on the shower. He lets out another sigh as the water slowly washes the gunk off of him and he thinks about what he is going to do with his life now. This damn ghost is going to make it impossible.

Thomas eventually gets out of and washes his clothes (with his dick hanging out again) in the stream before he starts to feel clean again. He carefully dries off before quickly wrapping himself with his dry towel and hurrying to get dressed. He needs to find a way to not make a massive mess all the time.

Now clean and relatively dry Thomas is sitting at his kitchen table listening to the sound of liquid splashing into the bowel under him. The encounter with the nurse was really hot, and he can feel his cock twitch at the memory, but This really blows. He did some rough math and found he is producing approximately a cup of gunk every 5 minutes or so seemingly from nowhere. On the bright side, At least his passive production was slow enough he only had to empty the bowl down the sink every hour or so he thought sarcastically.

Thomas lets out a long sigh as he laid his head on the table.

What happens now.

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