You get up, and by walking around, you can tell the carpet is very moist from the cum. Suddenly, you gain a great idea. Well, what sluts would call a great idea. You call the store management to use the machine on the third setting for the fourth time. You also tell them you probably need a ride to the store so nobody thinks dripping pants is suspicious. They agree and in minutes your picked up by employees. Once you get inside you place your hand on the machine, select the third button, and wait for the needle to poke your finger. You feel your rod become erect within seconds, and while you stare at the bulge in your pants, the management offers a ride back home. After you get home, the manager explains a needle you can poke into your finger that will delay the effects from the machine long enough for school to still be attended and that he will ship packages of the shots daily.
When the man leaves, you quickly take off your clothes and stare at your erection. Without a second thought you place your hands on your rod and start furiously jacking off. You reach climax within seconds, and begin to release a massive torrent of cum. You don't grab a towel. Fill a soda bottle. Nothing. Even after your release, as if in a trance, you keep pumping with your hands and you keep climaxing with no regard for the mess you're making. You keep jacking off until your tired, still a heavy stream of jizz flowing from your cock. You've noticed the entire room seems to be covered in cum, along with small puddles on the floor. What now?