I lean over and slurp it up.

I can't resist. When my tongue slides across my cockhead I give in and swallow my rod back down, bending unnaturally to take in the first 8 or so inches of my dong. How my lips and jaw have stretched to accommodate the girth is a mystery I'm not interested in solving. My only desire is to come again.

And to grow even more.

The thought isn't mine, but as soon as it invades my brain I realize that more growth is all I want. It my true mission. To become even more massive...and to spread my seed to anyone who would take it. I am a machine made for fucking. For infecting the world with whatever it is that is changing me. Creating me.

Lost in the ecstasy of my fantasy and the roiling pleasure escaping my loins, I don't even notice as Miguel enters the room.