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<div id="opening">[img[p_assets/pills_header_new.gif]]\ ''Pills.'' [[Vers 1.01]] [[Benji Bright]] © 2023. ([[What is this?]]) <<if $ending_true>>''(UNLOCKED)'' [[Development Journal|Dev Journal]]<<else>>//Finish the game at least once to unlock the Development Journal<<endif>> [[Begin|home]]</div>

<<if $toxicity gte 15>>You wake up having cum in your $underwear overnight. You shower and get dressed, but your erection doesn't subside and doesn't stop leaking. <<if $toxicity gte 20>>Even trying to clean yourself is perilous. You blast a hot load against the wall of the shower as you attempt to lather your cock and balls<<endif>><br><br><<endif>>\ <<silently>> <<set $pants to $pants_list.random()>> <<set $underwear to $underwear_list.random()>> <<set $color to $color_list.random()>> <<set $location to "At Home, Morning">> <<if $underwear eq "thong" or $underwear eq "jockstrap">><<set $undie_pronoun to "is">><<endif>> <<endsilently>>\ The <<link "pills">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Label"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("pills_explainer").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>> are on your entryway table. <<if $day eq 2>> You don't quite even remember why they were prescribed to you.<<endif>> Take one before you leave for the day? [[Yes|bus][$take_pill to true,$toxicity +=5]] | [[No|bus][$take_pill to false]]

State.prng.init() <<set $ending_true to recall('ending_true')>> <<set $day to 1>> <<set $location to "UNDEFINED">> <<set $toxicity to 0>> <<set $boss_experience to 0>> <<set $bill_experience to 0>> <<set $andrew_experience to 0>> <<set $voyeur_experience to 0>> <<set $bus_jack to 0>> <<set $sense to "Normal">> <<set $take_pill to false>> <<set $pants_list to ["khakis", "jeans", "chinos", "slacks", "suit pants"]>> <<set $color_list to ["baby blue", "forest green", "camo", "hot pink", "black", "white", "purple", "neon green", "pristine white", "gray"]>> <<set $underwear_list to ["briefs", "boxer briefs", "jockstrap", "thong", "boxers"]>> <<set $undie_pronoun to "are">> <<set _passageContents to Story.get("Dialog")>> <<set _passageText to _passageContents.text>> <<set $DIALOGLIST to _passageText.split("\n")>>

<<include toxicity_check>><<if $take_pill>>The pill goes down smoothly.<br><br><<endif>><<set $location to "On the Bus, heading to work">>You <<if $toxicity >= 15>> struggle to<<endif>> leave your apartment and catch the bus from the stop just outside. <<if $toxicity eq 5>>As the bus barrels down the street, you're incredibly aware of the vibrations rumbling up from the road beneath you. You sweat a little. Your cock hardens.<br> <<getdialog tox_5_bus>> Your trip is otherwise uneventful.<br><<elseif $toxicity eq 10>>You're barely in your seat before you feel your painfully erect cock pressing into the front of your $pants. The swollen head is leaking through your $underwear, making a sticky mess you can feel spreading as your bulge strains. It's absurd how hard you are, and how sensitive. Every bump of the bus sends a pleasurable shock through you. You try not to entertain the possibility of cumming in your pants on the bus, but the thought crosses your mind several times.<br><br><<getdialog tox_10_bus>>\ <<elseif $toxicity eq 15>>Ascending the single step up onto the bus sends an arresting tremor of pleasure moving through you and your half-hard cock ejects a heavy spurt of precum into your $underwear. You're fully hard by the time the bus starts moving your cock is fully hard and deposits another juicy load of precum. A shiny wet patch shows through your $pants.<br> <<getdialog tox_15_bus>>\ <<elseif $toxicity gte 20>><br><br>Boarding the bus shouldn't be a trial, but your hair-trigger cock is already protesting the reverberations of the bus by filling your $underwear with precum and thickening down the leg of your $pants. It's the first thing in the morning and you're already one or two bad moments away from blowing your load.<br> <<getdialog tox_20_bus>>\ <<else>>It's a fairly smooth ride.<br><<endif>> [[You get to work on time.|work]] <br>

<div class="header"><h2>Day $day</h2>\ <h3><<if $location eq "SLEEP">><p class="blink"><i>$location</i></p><<else>><i>$location</i><<endif>></h3>\ <b>Toxicity:</b> $toxicity | <b>Sensitivity:</b> <<if $sense neq "RUINED">>$sense<<else>><<shake>><b>$sense</b><</shake>><<endif>> <br><<click "Restart">><<script>>UI.restart();<</script>><</click>> </div>

<<include favicon>>

The label is a word salad of medical jargon. The name of the drug is <b>Prejuvity</b> and the recommended dosage is one pill per day, as needed. <<if $day gt 1>><br>You notice a line on the tiny scroll that accompanied the bottle: "Some changes may be permanent. If concerned, speak with the prescribing doctor or pharmacist."<<endif>>\ <<if $day gt 2>><br>You vaguely remember hearing something about this drug being taken off the market, but you can't remember why exactly.<<endif>>\ <<if $day gt 3 and $toxicity gte 10>><br>Looking at the pill bottle makes you think about shooting your load, for some reason.<<endif>>\ <<if $toxicity eq 20>><br>The bottle has cum dripping down its side. You don't remember cumming anywhere near it, but seeing your cum on it gives your cock a twitch of recognition. It makes you want to defile the bottle further.<<endif>>

<<set $location to "At Work">>You sit at your desk. <<if $toxicity eq 5>>It's a little difficult to focus with your dick pressing into your $pants. <<getdialog tox_5_work>> Thankfully, the day ends sooner or later and you can head home.<<elseif $toxicity eq 10>>You've survived the bus ride, which was torturous, but now you have a new problem: your overstimulated cock seems angry with you. It rears back every thirty seconds or so, spitting gobs of precum into the pouch of your $underwear. Your $pants have a thumb-sized wetspot in the front. But you're fairly certain you can keep it under control, even if you have to resort to deep breaths and relaxing music. <<getdialog tox_10_work>> Eventually, your work day ends and you drag yourself to public transit.<<elseif $toxicity eq 15>>You barely make it off the bus with your dignity intact. Your desk though is a safe harbor, a place where whatever's happening to your sex drive and your stamina doesn't matter. Instead, your cock is straining against the fly of your $pants. Your entire body is on edge. Your willpower is cracked, shattered. Sweat seeps through the underarms of your shirt. <<getdialog tox_15_work>> After work you clean yourself up as much as possible and head home in this embarassing, degrading state.\ <<elseif $toxicity gte 20>>There are tasks waiting for you, but your mind is firmly rooted in the gutter. You're thinking about whether or not you'll get your dick off at work before catching the bus home. Judging by how horny and sensitive your cock is feeling, you're pretty sure you will. <<getdialog tox_20_work>> You should be ashamed of how you've comported yourself at work today, but your sticky, depraved cock is half-hard thinking about all the ways you'll debase yourself tomorrow.\ <<else>>It goes as well as can be expected. At the end of the day you shut down your computer and head home.<<endif>> [[Back to the bus.|bus_home]] <br>

<h1>What is this?</h1>\ This is a micro-game about taking a drug that ruins your stamina and becoming a premature ejaculator. Niche, I know, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I should say that this game isn't a grand political statement on how you should throw away your meds. It's just some horny bullshit. Please take your meds, friend. <h1>Kinks?</h1>\ <<linkreplace "Contains potential ''SPOILERS''" t8n>>The aforementioned ''premature ejaculation kink''. The game also mixes in a healthy amount of ''passive humilation, voyeurism, and exhibitionism''. If you have super high empathy for people in uncomfortable situations, this may not be the game experience for you. Also features some scenes of ''musk/sweat''. There are also a few instances of ''questionable consent'' specifically around exhibitionism or public touch that isn't specifically asked for.<</linkreplace>> <<back>>

<<widget "getdialog">><<nobr>> <<silently>> <<set _splitDialog to $DIALOGLIST.filter(function(line) { var tag = line.split("\|")[1]; return tag == $args[0]; })>> <<set _line to _splitDialog.random()>> <<set _splitLine to _line.split("\|")>> <<set $dialog to _splitLine[0]>> <</silently>>$dialog<</nobr>> <</widget>>

/* TOXICITY 5 SECTION */ A woman next to you gives you a concerned look.|tox_5_bus A man standing in front of you glances down at your throbbing crotch and blinks several times before looking away.|tox_5_bus <<set $voyeur_experience += 1>><<if $voyeur_experience gt 1>>The same weird stranger you've encountered before sits across from you. He<<else>>There's a guy with long, greasy hair sitting across from you on the bus who<<endif>> eyes your bulge and licks his lips. Even when you look away and back again he's still staring. The attention makes your dick pulse hard.|tox_5_bus Your co-worker, Bill, makes a jokey reference to getting regularly 'excited' at work when he was your age.|tox_5_work Your boss pretends not to notice that you've got a hard-on during your one-to-one.|tox_5_work Someone nearby gives you a weird look when you stifle a moan as a particularly big bump sends shockwaves through your cock.|tox_5_bus_home "You OK?" asks a stranger, when you almost double over from the sustained effort of supressing your raging hard-on.|tox_5_bus_home The noises you're making as you try to deal with your painful erection motivates a stranger to offer you their seat. You thank them politely, but can't even begin to explain when they ask you what's wrong.|tox_5_bus_home /* TOXICITY 10 SECTION */ A college student looks up from the book he's reading and stares at your throbbing bulge for longer than is proper. He quietly lifts his phone and snaps a picture of your crotch before returning to his book with a smirk.|tox_10_bus A young mother glances over, makes eye contact, and smiles…then she notices how hard you are and her expression turns to disdain.|tox_10_bus Your boss stops by your cubicle for a quick chat and you don't hear a thing he's saying over the sound of your heartbeat in your ear. He's wearing a tight pair of pants and you can almost see the outline of his dickhead. Your precum-soaked dick feels like it's going to burst through your pants.|tox_10_work Your co-worker, Andrew, sends you a funny meme during lunch over the work chat program and even the innocucous cartoon character makes you think disgusting thoughts. Your dick presses hard into your $underwear, and you have to close your eyes to collect your thoughts.|tox_10_work Some joker on the bus takes a look at your junk, takes out his ear buds, says "Looks like you got caught in that rain earlier, huh?" But there wasn't any rain, just your rock hard cock leaking through your $underwear and $pants. You cringe, but manage not to make a scene.|tox_10_bus_home Your hard-on is impossible to ignore and your precum stains aren't helping the fact. A few people give you weird looks, but no one says anything outright.|tox_10_bus_home A guy standing near you licks his lips like you're a meal that's been delievered straight to his door. He finds an excuse to get close to you, and whispers, "Looks like you need my mouth, huh?" You ignore him, but he keeps grinning at you until the end of the bus ride.|tox_10_bus_home /* TOXICITY 15 SECTION */ You spend the entire ride with your teeth clenched, trying desperately not to blow your load in your $pants. A kind young woman nearby in a low-cut top gives you an understanding smile. "Motion sickness? I get it, too. Hang in there." You smile back and continue sweating as your cock leaks an unending stream of sticky sap into your $color $underwear.|tox_15_bus <<set $voyeur_experience += 1>>There are no seats on the bus, so you stand. <<if $voyeur_experience neq 1>>You see the greasy stranger again, who stares at your package as he did before. He mimes a kiss in your direction and moves the windbreaker tied around his waist to showoff his own leaking bulge. Your cock stiffens, drips sympathetically.<br><br>He plays with his wet cock through his tight pants and it gets you close.<<else>>A greasy haired man stands a few feet across from you and stares at your bulge. He mouths something over and over. It takes you a while, but eventually you realize he's saying: "You're going to cum in your pants." His own cock bulges obscenely, and you wonder if he takes a pill every morning, too. <br><br>The thought almost makes you lose it right there on the bus.<<endif>> He seems to know, he draws circles where the head of his cock rests and his fingertip comes away wet.|tox_15_bus Even though your leaking cock has you on edge, you're fairly sure you won't cream your $pants. At least until you glance over the shoulder of the person sitting in front of you and catch sight of the social media post he's looking at: a scruffy dude in a tight singlet showing off wrestling poses. It might be innocuous, but watching this man twist and writhe in the clinging nylon singlet nearly sends you over.<br><br>You have to close your eyes and even then your cock spits a truly disasterous amount of precum into your $underwear.|tox_15_bus <<set $boss_experience += 1>>You're in this fragile state during the late afternoon when your boss Stephen comes over to your desk. <<if $boss_experience eq 1>>He's wearing these too-tight pants that highlight his tight, juicy ass.<<else>>He's wearing those tight pants again. The ones that hug his thick, workout-honed bubble butt.<<endif>> You watch it bounce and flex as he walks over. You're already so close that you barely even feel your will breaking entirely.<br><br>"Hey, just want to touch base—" Stephen says. You don't hear the rest because your cock is flexing, tensing. Shooting.<br><br>He talks sales metrics and you breed your $underwear, blasting through your $pants. Your fresh cum spills down onto your office chair and he talks and talks. <<if $boss_experience neq 1>> You can't believe you're blowing your messy load in front of your boss //again//.<<endif>> Your orgasm lasts forever, and as humiliating as it is, it's also a relief to not have to hold it back anymore.|tox_15_work <<set $bill_experience += 1>>Your co-worker, Bill, comes over to your desk, talking about something or another. He idly glances at your lap. <<if $bill_experience eq 1>>"Looks like you're awful worked up there, bud." He doesn't take his eyes off of your crotch, even as it flexes and pulses in your $pants. "Yep. Something's got you excited, huh?"<br><br>Bill breathes a little heavier, licks his lips. The attention makes your cock spasm harder. Too hard. You lean back in your chair as your dick erupts, your unexpected load soaking your $pants, spurting through your $underwear, staining your crotch as Bill looks on, enraptured.<<else>>"Here we are again, bud. You got another load pent up?" Your dick tenses at the mere mention of the word: //load.//<br><br>Bill grins. "Yeah, you're dying for it, huh?" And you are. You really fucking are. He leans on the side of your cubicle and licks his chops and waits. He doesn't have to wait long. His predatory gaze milks you even at a distance and your cock goes completely rigid as it blasts its load through your $pants and $underwear. You bite your lip to keep the moan at bay. Bill's hand paws at his own crotch as you cum.<<endif>><br><br>When it's over, he shakes his head. "Hell of a show, bud. Hell of a show."|tox_15_work <<set $andrew_experience += 1>><<if $andrew_experience eq 1>>Your co-worker, Andrew, sends you a funny, slightly racy meme around lunchtime. He has no way to know that you've been struggling with your boner all morning and even the mere insinuation of sex has you on the rocks. You try to put your hand in your lap to wrestle down your erection. This is a mistake.<br><br>The warmth of your palm signals 'MASTURBATION' to your libido in searing-bold neon, and your poor cock gives out. You shoot in your $pants, overloading your poor $underwear. You're out of breath and soaked when Andrew comes around your cubicle to joke about the meme he sent.<br><br>There's no hiding the huge wetspot in your $pants, or the fresh cum smell that rises up from it. Andrew's eyes widen and he blinks several times before stammering something about needing to get back to his desk.<<else>>Andrew, your meme-lord co-worker, sends you a message, not on the work chat, but directly to your phone. You open it without thinking and find its <<if $andrew_experience eq 2>>pornography.<<else>>pornography again.<<endif>> A cumpilation of cocks erupting endlessly. It's too much and Andrew seems to know it, or at least is betting that might be the case, because his next message is:<br><br>//Cream your pants.//<br><br>And you do. Your cum spews out, blasting through your $pants and easily overflowing the cotton of your $underwear. You're moaning and quivering as your tight $pants milk your cock for you. Naturally, Andrew comes by to check his work. He grins at the sight of your cum-stained crotch.<br><br>"Nice," he says, before heading back to his own desk with a hard-on tenting his jeans.<<endif>>|tox_15_work <<set $voyeur_experience += 1>><<if $voyeur_experience gt 1>>You recognize the greasy haired stranger who stands across from you on the bus. You've seen him on previous rides where he played with himself to taunt you.<<else>>There's a scruffy stranger standing across from you on the bus: stringy, greasy hair and a wide, leering grin.<<endif>> He reaches down and openly plays with his cock through his cargo shorts. He precums heavily. So heavily, in fact, that you're pretty sure he's on the same pills as you. Your own dick responds in kind, thrusting hard against the still cum-damp front of your $pants. No one else on the bus seems to notice, or maybe they look away out of embarassment, <<if $voyeur_experience gt 1>>and again he gets himself off right there.<<else>>but he takes the relative anonymity to go further, to push himself.<<endif>><br><br>His orgasm fills his shorts with cum and he stares at you the whole time, doesn't break eye contact as his spunk dribbles down through the thick fabric in a steady rivulet onto the ground. It spews between his fingers. He licks his lips, and gets off at the next stop.|tox_15_bus_home You might imagine that getting off in your pants at work would help you be more level-headed on the bus ride home, but your cock seems to like living in the damp, cum-soaked environs of your $pants. You're rock hard the whole way and the gentle thrum of the engine reverberates up through the hard plastic chair and threatens to wring another load out of you. You manage, just barely, to hold out, but by the time you see your stop approaching in the distance you can feel the sticky mess of precum you've made in your $underwear.<br><br>You feel an overwhelming sense of relief when you get off the bus with your cock pointing ahead of you like a divining rod.|tox_15_bus_home You spend almost the entire trip home thinking about what happened at work. The fact that you blew your load in front of someone else gives you an intoxicating, illicit thrill. It makes your meat thick and heavy in your still-damp $pants. You tent your $underwear and your precum flows as you imagine what kinds of delightful perversions you still might get into at work. Who will you shoot your sticky cum in front of next? You almost miss your stop because you're so stuck in this perverse reverie.|tox_15_bus_home /* TOXICITY 20 SECTION */ The bus is packed. Standing room only and even then you find yourself pressed up between six or seven people, breathing their sweat and ozone in the struggling bus air-conditioning. The back of someone's hand brushes your crotch and you try to ignore it, try not to let your sensitive cock bulge out and ruin someone's commute. But someone brushes you again, you look around and no one is looking in your direction; your cock responds furiously and fully engorges in seconds.<br><br>Though you throb and drip precum into your $underwear, nothing else happens for a while. Then someone else gets on the bus and space gets tighter. Someone backs into you, apologizes, but their ass presses into your crotch and stays there. You make a strangled noise, try to back up further, but every step back you take, the person in front of you takes one as well. His ass is pressed up against your crotch and he doesn't seem to mind that your dick is pulsing directly against him.<br><br>He never looks back at you, just keeps pressing into you as your dick goes perfectly rigid. You try to hold back, but it's impossible. You start shooting into your $pants, pressed as they are right up against someone's jeans-covered ass. It's absolutely impossible that the man in front of you doesn't notice, and in fact, he looks back after and winks at you. "Got enough space back there?" he asks, then turns his head again. Your cock doesn't flag even a little as his ass continues pressing and you approach a second orgasm. Unfortunately your bus stop nears before you can quite get there.|tox_20_bus You get a seat behind a young guy, probably college-aged or a little later, watching videos on his phone. He scrolls through social media video after video of smiling women in tight clothes doing choreographed dances. He shifts in his seat, clearly getting more and more aroused as the videos continue. You can't see his cock from where you're sitting, but you can imagine it. You can imagine how its tenting his loose sweats. His breathing gets a little shallower as the trip wears on and even just that, the change in his breathing, makes you sweat with excitement.<br><br>You clutch the lip of the seat beneath you as your own excitement hits a sudden crescendo. You don't even have time to will yourself soft before the cum is exploding out of you. It soaks your $pants and $underwear, drips down onto the seat beneath you.<br><br>At that moment, the guy sitting in front of you grunts, sinks lower into his seat and locks his phone. You're not sure, but when he gets off the bus a few stops later you think you can see a wetness between his legs that wasn't there earlier.|tox_20_bus Maybe it's because it's pouring rain, but your bus is all but empty. You sit in the back and think about how you can just reach down and touch yourself with no concern for being spied on. The idea excites you, makes your cock twitch and leak. You think about pulling out your dick and jerking off on the bus, about shooting your huge load all over the seats. The disgusting fantasy makes you growl in the back of your throat, your cock is so hard and wet that you know it wouldn't take you long at all. //Should I?// you think.<br><br>But you wait too long, you let the temperature get too high, and instead of whipping your dick out and blowing some porn star load all over the place, you empty your nuts into your $pants like a chump. Your balls tighten and your cum blasts directly into the pouch of your $underwear, then seeps out slowly. Your head reels with the power of the sudden orgasm. You almost miss your bus stop and have to shuffle off the bus with sperm still dripping down your legs.|tox_20_bus <<set $bill_experience += 1>><<if $bill_experience eq 1>>Your co-worker, Bill, comes by your desk just after lunch and starts talking to you about a minor league baseball he has tickets to. It doesn't take him too long to notice the raging hard-on pulsing through your $pants.<br><br>"Wow, looks like I caught you in the middle of something, huh?" he says, his tone light and jokey. But he doesn't move; he just stands there, looking on as your cock performs for him.<<else>>Bill stops just before lunch. He puts his hand on your desk and gets close enough that you can smell his aftershave. You're already hard and ready for his tutelage.<br><br>He uses one foot to kick your apart, forcing you to spread your legs and expose your bulge to him without equivocation. "Looks real good, bud." <br><br>He stares directly, frankly at your meat.<<endif>> It stands rigid and in a minute or so it oozes through the fabric of both your $underwear and your $pants to form a quarter-sized wetspot. Bill raises an eyebrow. "You can do better than that, can't you?" he asks. It has the same warm, neighborly tone. Like he's coaching intramural volleyball, like he wants you to realize your potential. Maybe that's why Bill is in sales and you're not.<br><br>Under his careful, supportive gaze you lean back and let your cock pulse and preen for him. You thrust your hips forward and as your slick hard-on slides against your pants Bill nods slowly. You cum suddenly and explosively. Your load jumps free of its place in your pants and clears your knee <<if $bill_experience eq 1>>to coat the underside of your desk<<else>>to land on Bill's shiny brown loafer.<<endif>> Bill gives you another nod, this one even more paternal. "Hell of a job, man. You're a real all-star." It almost embarasses you how the compliment makes you flush with warmth.|tox_20_work <<set $andrew_experience += 1>><<if $andrew_experience eq 1>>It's just after one when you get a message from your co-worker Andrew. It features an //almost// innoucuous message:<br><br>//Heard you've been… having some issues at work.//<br><br>A pause. //Sticky ones. True?//<br><br>You barely know how to respond, but the idea that you might be caught makes your hard-on pulse in your $pants. He keeps messaging you, obliquely, //carefully// talking around your little problem. It becomes clear as you chat that the idea excites him: a co-worker who can't stop blowing his load in his pants.<br><br>//Like to see it in action. You know? See it happen…live. When you can't hold back. And you're already there, already close. Your cock is pressing hard into your fly and the wrong (or right) thing could set you off. You know it's a bad idea, but you tell him that it's about to happen. He comes over to your cubicle and leans over the side, staring with wide-eyes as your core tenses and your cock unloads in your $pants.<<else>>Andrew sends you a message around two and you realize that you've been waiting for the message all day. It's simple: //can't get the imagine of you filling your pants with cum out of my head lol//<br><br>The message makes you tense up, makes your needy cock squirm and spit precum.<br><br>//want to do it for me again?<br><br>You're breathing heavily when you respond to him that you're already excited, that your tight $pants and $underwear are edging your desperate cock even just by resting against it. Andrew doesn't waste any time coming over, leering at your crotch as your cock jumps inside its cotton prison.<br><br>"Anytime now, I bet," he says, breathy and surreptiously pawing at his own hard cock. The attention makes you blow. You can't help it.<<endif>><br><br>It's a messy, explosive orgasm that leaks through your already damp $pants. Andrew mutters 'fuck' over and over. You don't know if he cums in his own pants, but he turns bright red and scurries back to his desk as you try to catch your breath and return to some semblance of work.|tox_20_work <<set $boss_experience += 1>>It's around lunch time when <<if $boss_experience eq 1>>your boss, Stephen<<else>>Stephen<<endif>> approaches your cubicle to chit-chat. He's wearing a tight, white button-down and you can see his dark nipples through it. <<if $boss_experience neq 1>>As usual,<<else>>You can't help but notice that<<endif>> his high tight ass is poking out of his charcoal slack. You're practically slavering over delectable ass and it doesn't help that as he talks he's arching his back, stretching after a long morning at his own desk.<br><br>"Man, my lower back is tight as hell," he says, putting a hand just over his fat ass and leaning backward.<br><br>It's too fucking much. You can't stop imagining shoving yourself balls deep into that ass, even if you'd cum instantly from the sensation. Your cock responds to this by blasting a fat spurt of precum into your $underwear, then //immediately// cumming. There's no space between the two events and you're eyes flutter as you cum hard in front of your boss.<br><br>He raises an eyebrow, shakes his head. "You OK, man? Maybe you should take an early lunch. You look…distracted." And since your legs are firmly under your desk, your boss has no idea that your cum is leaking onto your office chair.<br><br>"Yeah, maybe you're right," You reply.|tox_20_work You're on the bus for about twenty seconds before you notice a guy standing across from you sweating through his tanktop and adjusting the crotch of his five-inch shorts with the compression shorts peaking out from beneath them. You imagine the muskiness of his gear as you look at his large thighs and big calves. Your cock surreptiously leaks a steady stream of juice into your $pants as you ogle him. You're not sure whether it's heavy precum or a full orgasm, but your balls churn and your asshole pulses.<br><br>A tributary of horny fluid travels down your leg, soaking your $pants yet again. When he turns around and inadvertently shows off the sweaty crease between his fat ass cheeks your dick takes that moment to answer your question by erupting into a full orgasm. You stifle your grunt while doubling over slightly and fill your $underwear with another huge cum load.|tox_20_bus_home You manage to get a seat, but there are other riders on either side of you. One of them is a perfectly kempt business dude with gelled hair and a solid jawline, the other is a sneering gym bro sucking down protein. In the tight quarters of the bus, both of their legs touch yours. It's almost enough to set you off, trigger the chain reaction that will re-soak your $pants and $underwear.<br><br>You manage to keep it together until the business dude starts discreetly adjusting the bulge in his tailored slacks and the gym bro lifts his arms to suckle from his protein drink, showing off his sweaty, hairy pits. You make a noise that attracts the gaze of both men, but you doubt that either can guess that your cock is seizing in your $pants and painting their tight interior with another voluminous load. Your thoughts drain out in wracking pulses and you sink into the seat as you ride the wave of pleasure that starts to peter out just as you're nearing your bus stop.|tox_20_bus_home <<set $voyeur_experience += 1>><<set $bus_jack += 1>><<if $voyeur_experience gt 1>>The greasy, leering stranger you've encountered before is on your bus.<<else>>You encounter a greasy stranger on the bus.<<endif>> The bus is mostly empty, a rarity at this hour. He stands across from and fondles himself. <<if $bus_jack gt 1>>Unlike last time, you join in. You face each other and rub your leaking crotches until the inevitable strikes. He cums first, filling his khakis with an impressively massive load that soaks his crotch. Then you follow, filling your own $pants again.<<else>>His hand makes long slow strokes down the length of his cock, outlined as it is by his khakis. He traces its length and your cock throbs in sync. He shivers once and that's as much warning as you get before his cock is spitting into his pants. You grunt, "Fuck," and then you're cumming, too.<<endif>> The orgasm itself makes your head tilt back, gasp for breath like the bus has suddenly run out of oxygen.<br><br>When its over, he lifts his hand to his mouth and licks away the residue. He gets off at the next stop, leaving you soaked and alone.|tox_20_bus_home

<<set $location to "On the bus, heading home">>As usual, you catch the bus home right outside of your office, and after a short wait it arrives.<<if $toxicity eq 5>>The bus ride back is just as fraught. You keep your backpack over your lap to hide that your dick is pulsing in time with the bumps in the road and endless vibrations of the fast moving bus. <<getdialog tox_5_bus_home>>\ <<elseif $toxicity eq 10>>The ride is fucking torture. Every bump in the road seems tailor-made to deliver a pants-creaming surge to your prostate. You swear you can feel the every fiber of your $pants clinging to your surging prick. You can barely imagine yourself getting home without blasting a load in your $underwear.<br><br><<getdialog tox_10_bus_home>>\ <<elseif $toxicity gte 15>>Your $pants and $color $underwear are still damp from <<if $toxicity eq 15>>the load you blew at work<<else>>the multiple loads you've blown today<<endif>>, but that doesn't stop your cock from being rock-hard again as you board the bus. <<if $toxicity eq 15>><<getdialog tox_15_bus_home>><<else>><<getdialog tox_20_bus_home>><<endif>>\ <<else>>The ride home is longer due to traffic, but otherwise unremarkable.<br><<endif>> [[You make it home eventually and unlock the door to your apartment.|home_evening]] <br>

<<silently>> <<set $dream_chance to random(1,5)>> <<set $location to "At Home, Evening">><<endsilently>>\ <<if $toxicity eq 5>>As you're brushing your teeth, you're shocked at how stiff your dick is. You stare at it in the bathroom mirror and how it tents your $color $underwear obscenely even without a single horny thought in your head. You wonder if this is normal.<br> Unfortunately, you're too tired from the day long struggle with your boner to even jerk off.<<elseif $toxicity eq 10>>You've been been relentlessly twitchy all day. Your $color $underwear $undie_pronoun stained with evidence of your persistent arousal. Tomorrow //has// to be better. You can't keep this up forever…<<elseif $toxicity eq 15>>You're barely on the other side of the door before you have to put your hands down your pants and get off again. Your cock won't let you think of anything else, won't give you the room to breathe until you make it spit once more. <br><br>//Just// one //more//, your hard-on teases.<br><br>You breed your $pants for a second time, but it doesn't give you much relief, and you're completely stiff again once you've undressed. It seems you'll always be hard, leaking, at the mercy of your stiff prick.<<elseif $toxicity gte 20>>Once you're behind closed doors you take a deep breath and even just the feeling of your diaphragm expanding, chest filling with air, causes your cock to erupt. It's a surprisingly sizable load considering the amount of times you've already emptied your nuts today. The cum drips down the crotch of your $pants and onto the carpet, but you're already cum-stained and reeking of it, so what's a few more drops?<br><br>After this satisfying orgasm, you start to get ready for bed. If you have to bust two or three more nuts as you eat dinner then brush your teeth, well, so be it.<<else>>Overall, it was all right as days go.<<endif>> <<if $toxicity gte 10 and $dream_chance eq 5>>[[You turn in for the night.|dream]]<<else>><<if $day neq 5>>[[You turn in for the night.|home][$day +=1]]<<else>>[[You turn in for the night.|ending]]<<endif>><<endif>> <br>

<<silently>> <<if $toxicity eq 5>><<set $sense to "Sensitive">> <<elseif $toxicity eq 10>><<set $sense to "Extremely Sensitive">> <<elseif $toxicity eq 15>><<set $sense to "Borderline Ruined">> <<elseif $toxicity gte 20>><<set $sense to "RUINED">><<endif>> <<endsilently>>

<<run memorize('ending_true', true)>><<if $toxicity eq 0>>Your life is fine, if a little mundane. You don't have much to complain about: work is fine, your commute is fine. Everything is fine. One day you look at the bottle of pills on your entryway table and you shake your head. You haven't needed them so far, you probably won't need them going forward. You take them to the pharmacy and have them disposed of. <<elseif $toxicity gte 20>>You're not a premature ejaculator; you're the foremost premature ejaculator. You're sure, in your heart of hearts, that no one cums faster than you. No one cums more than you. Your cock is a vehicle for pleasure in a way that no one else could possibly understand and that's nothing to run from. Every morning you take a single Prejuvity pill and by evening you've filled your pants with at least three or four loads of cum without so much as touching yourself. Your stamina is forever, perfectly ruined and you couldn't be happier about it. <br><br>''You're perfect.'' <<elseif $toxicity eq 15>>//It might not be irreversible.//<br><br>You think this every morning when the pill slides down your throat. You wonder if you really //can// stop this slide toward debauchery, but the idea of quitting, failing to quit, and starting this regimen all over again gives you a thrill, opens up your practically endless tap of precum.<br><br>Maybe you'll stop, and maybe you won't…<br><br>But let's be honest: //You Won't.// <<elseif $toxicity eq 5>>You don't know whether or not the pills are a good idea. You're more sensitive than you were before; you think about your cock more than you did before. The pills and the preoccupation with your dick haven't ruined your life, but have they made your life materially better either? You're not sure, but you do know that the pills have had a definite effect. Whether you will continue the regimen or not is anyone's guess. <<elseif $toxicity eq 10>>You're spending more of your life hard than not these days. //Excitable// is far too mild a word for your hard-on laden days. You feel like you're on the precipice of something unfixable, and you're not even sure you want to fix it. It's sexy to be this horny all the time, isn't it? And the fact that you can deliver so much pleasure to yourself at a moment's notice feels more like a blessing than a curse. The cost is just a single pill a day. <<endif>>\ <b>END.</b> 💊💊💊 This was a micro(?)-game made <b>Benji Bright</b>. He's a writer, game designer, and weirdo living in Chicago. You can find him on twitter at @benji_bright, or email him at benjibright at gmail dot com. He has a zine with the very same theme as this game called ''QUICK'', which you can find on Gumroad. And there's a sequel ''QUICKER'', which will be available sometime during Q1 2023! Thanks for checking this out. <<click "Play again?">><<script>>UI.restart();<</script>><</click>> [[TWITTER|https://twitter.com/benji_bright]] / [[GUMROAD|https://benjibright.gumroad.com/]]

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<div class="bio"><div class="sticker">[img[p_assets/ben_sticker.png]]</div><b>Benji Bright</b> is a writer, game designer, and sex weirdo living in Chicago. He makes stuff on the regs: if you'd like to buy some of it, check out his [[gumroad|https://benjibright.gumroad.com/]].</div> <<back>>

<h1>Dev Journal.</h1>\ I wanted to make a tiny kinky game, but a tiny game is never just a tiny game so it became this thing. You can probably click through it in eight to ten minutes, but it took weeks of planning, writing, and scoping to accomplish it. Hopefully this will give you a bit of a look behind the curtain at what I was up to. Hope you find it interesting. -B. <h2>Weird Shit I had to Fix</h2>\ Boxers and briefs. They're singular items, but we treat them as plural. So that fucked the pronouns. I didn't realize this was happening until relatively late in playtesting. The problem is that the game randomizes the underwear the character is wearing every day, so I can't always use the same pronoun. I ended up creating a check (if statement/variable) immediately after setting the underwear variable at the start of every loop that checks if the underwear are boxers/briefs and changes the pronoun appropriately. If it's a jockstrap then it makes the pronoun singular. It's not a big problem or a painful fix, but it //is// one of the nine-million times you have to stop, cock your head to the side, and assess a problem that you didn't realize was a problem until that very moment. <h2>Times I Shot Myself in the Foot.</h2>\ Did I need a randomized dream sequence? Probably not. Should I have made encountering the said randomized dream sequence entirely random? Probably not. You're probably beginning to understand why this game, which was supposed to be out in November of 2022 was so incredibly delayed. <h2>Variables? Why Not.</h2>\ I just (1/16/23) removed a variable called "number_of_toxic_days". What did it do? Absolutely nothing. What did I intend for it to do? No idea. I'm assuming it was something like "multiple days of taking the pill has such and such effect, whereas not taking the pill for multiple days has so and so effect." But for such a short game, this mechanic is functionally useless. And is it really pulling its weight when I already have a variable tracking the overall toxicity that the player is getting from the pill? Probably not. So I cut it. Wild that this useless variable even made it this far into the development process, but I've never claimed to be an efficacious programmer. <<back>> <br>

<<silently>> <<set $location to "SLEEP">> <<set _dream_passage = either("dream_1","dream_2","dream_3","dream_4")>><<endsilently>>\ <<include _dream_passage>> <<if $day neq 5>>[[You wake up.|home][$day +=1]]<<else>>[[You wake up.|ending]]<<endif>><br>

<div style="font-size:1.5em">You dream…</div>\ that you're a stud. You're fucking your way through porn models and the sexy gym hardened bodies that grace your television screens. These fuckable, suckable sluts are hungry for your cock and you thrust it into them with varying tempos to keep them at the edge of their orgasms indefinitely. In the dream you revel in their frustration as you satisfy a seemingly endless parade of sexy, horny flesh. They want to cum for you. They want to cum for you //so bad// but you keep them on the edge. You laugh when they beg. You know how bad they want it and you have no intention of letting them get it until //you're// ready. It's hot and sweaty and fucking horny.

<div style="font-size:1.5em">You dream…</div>\ that you're taking your laundry to the cleaners. The superhot 30-something Korean laundromat attendant looks up from behind the desk, he's practically bursting out of his sized-down polo shirt. You hand over your basket full of clothes and he dumps them out on the counter between you. He picks through you clothes as you furrow your brow in confusion. He picks out a pair of boxers, runs a thumb over a crusty stain. "Shot your cum in these, huh? Big load, too." You try to speak, but find you can't. He moves on to another pair: even more stained. He lifts them to his face, smells them deeply. The expression on his face is something both gently mocking and sublimely pleased. "Fuck. You blew in these a lot. How many loads?" You can't answer. He moves on. He comments on //every// pair of your cum-stained underwear, even sets one of them aside for undisclosed purposes. But his grin gives you a sense of what he might be up to with them later, once you've left, and the 'open' sign flips to 'closed.'

<div style="font-size:1.5em">You dream…</div>\ that you're at work. It's a pivotal moment and the ambient stress is high, even though you can't identify exactly why that is. You're standing in front of the white board in conference room B. Everyone is dressed in their usual business casual outfits, except for you. You're wearing tighty whiteys. Your cock bulges slightly in your briefs and everyone looks at you expectantly. Someone asks, "Well? Are you gonna do it or not? We can't start the meeting until you do." //Do what?// you think. Your boss, Stephen, shakes his head. "Stop fucking around. Cum in your briefs and let's get started." But you can't cum. You're not even aroused. Your dick hardens at the thought, starts to leak a little, but you're no closer to cumming. "Come on, man. Stop messing around. Just cum already and we'll get going." So, in front of your boss and your co-workers you start to rub your cock through your briefs as they stare at their watches and roll their eyes. The embarrassment makes you harder than it should.

<div style="font-size:1.5em">You dream…</div>\ that you have the power to make people cum. You're sitting on a park bench and you watch people go by. It amuses you to make them cum without even a moment's notice. One moment the hot jogger is doing his third lap on the small trail in front of you and the next there's a surprise leaking down the front of his compression nylons and he's red-faced and panting. The dark-haired South American soccer player is stretching his hamstrings and then is holding his crotch with both hands and a prodigious load spurts through his fingers. You use your powers on everyone from a starched collar businessman on his lunch break suddenly busting his nut to the college student eating a donut who finds himself on the receiving end of the cum of his life. Each of them is shocked, and maybe a little terrified, but you notice that the college student lets it happen. He just leans back and has a goofy half-cringing, half-laughing expression as he thrusts his hips forward and lets his swelling cock blast a load in his jeans. The student looks up at you in the midst of his orgasm and mouths something that you can't quite make out. He mouths it again and you realize—

<h1>Vers 1.01</h1>\ - Typo fixes. <h2>Vers 0.99</h2>\ - Included a restart option in the game header. <h2>Vers 0.98</h2>\ - The first release candidate. Contains all endings, dream sequences, etc. <<back>> <br>