Take Care of it the Old-fashioned Way

John could really only think of three ways to get his raging boner down: wait for it to get down on its own, running cold water/ice over it, or forcing it down with a jerk-off. While he wasn't completely sure any option would work, he had much more faith in the latter - never failed him before.

John grabbed his member and began to wank. He was taken by surprise when his dick immediately reacted with a wince that... wasn't entirely unwelcome. Lacking libido, he first tried turning his thoughts to Anne - but the dream he had left him just a bit squicked - so he shamelessly changed the fantasy to one of his well-endowed teachers, and the pleasure began to build.

Flubber was surprised at John's actions, wincing as it felt the male's hand surround it and began to pump. It was unsure about the purpose of his actions, but Flubber began to pick up a rush of hormones through itself that reminded it the female hormones associated with arousal. Even more interesting, Flubber felt that it didn't need to **** its phallic mass hard; the flesh around it now maintained the girth of its own accord. Besides the hormones, Flubber could feel new commands being rocketed into its mass from John's nervous system, along with sensations being shot back.
Flubber continued to observe - pondering whether it should involve itself. Somewhere within its AI, beneath all the hyperactive tendencies and sexual fixation, were some ethical checks hard-coded by the scientist who originally programmed the Sentient Slime Water.

Essentially, The Three Laws of Robotics. Well, the first three, at least. If one of Flubber's actions could plausibly violate one of the laws - or their precedence, it considered its actions with much more seriousness than it otherwise would.

And as far as Flubber could figure, these actions and reactions were some sort of command, and without knowing what the intention was, it was obligated to let this organ carry them out-

John groaned softly as he recalled a scene of his teacher half-running down the hallway, her breasts rhythmically bounding just a bit to reveal a profile beneath her conservative dress, and imagined her instead on the track field, competing in a sprinting event. Without a sports bra- or any bra for that matter - her boobs bounded up and down in an exaggerated fashion. It was a simple and silly scenario- but it was enough to turn his crank.Feeling a rush of pleasure, his precum began to exit his body.

But instead of lightly leaking out, it shot out and flew across the dark room, too small for John to feel or notice. Plopping on the carpet in a peas-sized drop, it sat for a moment before a part of it concentrated to one side, splitting off with a characteristic green shape, gliding under his bed.

Flubber was again taken by surprise, but now it had a pretty good idea about the purpose of John's actions - good enough to put its reservations aside. The organ appeared to be built like a dildo, and it excreted a liquid with a consistency familiar to one which it was programmed to emulate, so it must be the male equivalent of masturbation!

While Flubber's separated blob was smaller than it preferred, it was still about twice as big as required to operate independently. Any smaller than the minimum, and it would start losing more complex features - just like what had happened when dissolved in the water. Seeing as it had just been uncontrollably separated from its main mass, Flubber very much wanted to avoid a repeat of that. Seeing - and feeling - John keep at it, the dick beginning to more erratically twitch and pulse, it had a hunch that a more violent expulsion was about to occur.

With that in mind, Flubber determined it wouldn't harm the male to slow down the organ's response to a more controllable state while he considered his actions.

Deep in his lewd thoughts, it took John a few moments to notice that his fap was taking longer than. Mind you, it still felt good, and he certainly didn't feel like he was getting turned off. But where he expected a climax, he was instead getting the slight ebbs and flows of a plateau. He instinctively began both to jerk it more furiously and focus more intensely on his delusions, but it only satisfied him a slight bit more.

Flubber was making John edge. Indefinitely.

With that problem "solved" for the time being, Flubber considered what to do with the ejected blob.