Jason goes full villain, and hijacks Patricia's surgery

Pushing Brook's bobbing head off of his cock, Jason springs to his feet.

The cum-drunk e-thot looks up at him pleadingly, placing a hand on his thigh. "Baby, where are you--Ah!" She yelps as Jason slaps her face with his heavy member... Then immediately begins to moan, gathering up the resulting splat of pre-cum and shoveling it into her mouth.

"Listen, Brook... You're great and all, but I think your mom's got more potential."

"Mph... Huh? What do you mean?" She tries to get her lips back on Jason's swinging meat, but he takes a step back.

"Don't worry: I might still make you my girlfriend. But right now, I wanna make the perfect MILF."

"...G-girlfriend?" Brook bites her lip, practically shaking with delight. "Um, I--I don't know what to say, I--"

"Then don't," Jason chuckles, shoving his cockhead back into her mouth to give one final splurt. Then, while she's busy savoring the thick wad of pre-cum, he makes a hasty exit.

Jason grins like an idiot during the entire bus ride to the Pearson's clinic. Leaving Brook like that, so pathetically devoted to him... She probably wouldn't have even cared if I told her what I was going to do.

Pulling out his phone, he spends the ride browsing through options on the Pearsonification app. He selects one, then another, then another... But after taking a long look at the avatar that's slowly taking shape, he changes his mind and swaps out a few choices for more **** options.

Ever the self-aware young man, Jason takes a moment to wonder why he doesn't feel guilty. I'm ruining her life, he muses, dragging yet another slider on Patricia's profile all the way to the right. I shouldn't even CONSIDER doing this to another human being. But... She's not, is she? We may not be in an OZ, but I guess I brought my upbringing with me. She just... Doesn't register as a real person. He smiles even wider, editing several of the numbers that Patricia and her doctor had painstakingly negotiated. Not her... Not her family... Not ANY of my toys. It's time to stop pretending I care...

With a grunt of effort, he pulls out his hardening cock and gives it a few strokes. Some of the other passengers subtly move further away from the masturbating, hyper-hung boy... While a couple of the more hormone-susceptible ones scoot closer, drawn to the goo that's leaking onto the bus floor.

...Time to stop holding back.