The right pill...?

I skid out of the way as a rapid movement of air spins me around. Holy fuck I could swear that driver was trying to kill me. The jackass decides to flip me the bird as he rumbles away in his small dick, super suspended f-150. But hey who am I to judge a guy’s dick, it’s not like mine is something to write home about.

I stumble into the store, avoiding the cashier’s piercing gaze. She’s smoking hot but no way I could get the confidence for that. I push the thought of her full, pouty lips opening in moan out of my mind. I just need some god damn Advil before this headache splits my skull. Focus. FOCUS. “FOCUS!” The entire store including the busty store clerk swivel their heads on me. I immediately shrink back and slink towards the medicinal isle. Why do her tits have to be so perky? I just want to have at them for a few minutes.

My body goes weightless as I fly through the air. Wait that’s not right. Shit. SLAM! My body hits the ground as I scatter dozens of pill bottles across the store. I quickly attempt to clean up the mess I made by tripping when suddenly I notice the label: Marvin’s Marvelous Masculinity boosters. No way this is supposed to make you a chad??? This dude looks absolutely ripped after the treatment, I’d get my confidence in no time that way! There’s no way Kelsey will shut me down now.

I slip the cashier both the Advil and my new secret weapon and pay for it as I attempt to avoid looking at her perky jugs. “Creep” I hear her mutter under her breath as I start walking away. My cheeks burn with shame as I scurry home.