Old Mr. Mick prized his rosebush in the backyard above everything else, for in his eyes it was perfection, and he worked hard to keep it that way. And then one night, he just happened to look out his window and see his drunken, hooligan neighbor Tony pissing on that rosebush. The lad had the nerve to piss on the rosebush. Well that wasn't too smart, not that Tony was real smart in the first place. Well Mr. Mick figured such a crude act deserved a crude punishment.
Now, a week later, Tony has found that he has changed. He’s not sure why, he just knows he’s doing things he never would have done before. He now piss’s himself all they time, whether he’s wearing clothes or not. He can’t control his bladder, it just starts pouring out. And he seems to be constantly pissing now also, pissing at least three times an hour. Luckily Tony has a stay at home job or this could really be a problem. He even made a doctor’s appointment but ended up canceling it, for strangely every day he finds himself enjoying it more and more, and now he loves just pissing his pants while in the recliner, or going into the bathtub and watch as his piss shoots all over his chest.
But there’s also another change, an even worse change. Tony now is horny like twenty-four seven. He is constantly now jacking off, something which he hasn't done since his teenage years. But masturbating isn't the problem; it’s the images he conjures up while he’s jacking off, images such as being his dad's pussy, or drinking his father’s delicious urine. No matter how sick and twisted he finds these fantasies, he just keeps jacking off to them over and over and over again.
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