You have to snap out of this, you're going to work. What do you want, to get fired!?
You pull out a set of clothes. Something still doesn't seem right, but you're not sure what it is; feeling a bit confused, you pull out a shirt, pants, socks and underwear, and a tie, arraying them carefully on the bed, before you even put on your boxers.
You step into your underwear, and pull them up. And then you realize: your underwear don't fit any more. Your penis is larger! Your cockhead stares back at you with the one eye, still glistening from your new roomie's attentions, sticking out a solid three inches above the waistline of your underwear. You try pulling up your underwear, but it's no good: even with your balls to the fabric, your dick sticks out like a pink fleshy gargoyle from the top of your boxers.
Maybe you can hide it with your pants? No: they don't really raise any higher than your underwear. And sticking in your shirt would be just ridiculous: you would end up tenting your shirt, not really hiding anything.
And you still feel ridiculous for even trying to hide your erection. What is up with today?
You get dressed as best you can. Actually, aside from the fact that your bulging manhood projects a couple of inches from the top your pants, you look as professional as any other day.
You walk to the front door. On the way, you see the nymph with milk droplets scattered on her face and in her hair, sitting in your cereal bowl. She looks a little strange, and squeaks at you. She cups her hand, and pools a droplet of the remaining milk in the same gesture she used to ask for her breakfast earlier. You smile at her, and get the milk out of the fridge.
She looks at the container with wild eyes, still sitting in the bowl. Just for fun, you decide to pour the milk gently over her body. Her eyes go wide, and she gives a long mewling squeal. When you've poured enough for her to be sitting ass-deep in a puddle of milk, you stop and put the milk away. Looking to the nymph, she is gasping deep breaths and squeezing her breasts roughly. Her mouth is hanging open in a wide grin. Her eyes focus on you long enough to pantomime the way she licks your cock, and then she slumps down into the bowl of milk. You're not sure you'll ever think of milk the same way again; you wonder how she'd react to honey...
You still feel a bit awkward about your cock jutting out of your pants --- or about wearing pants at all, for that matter --- but decide, as a last-ditch attempt to conform to society, to wear a business jacket that will hide your raging erection.
You twist the doorknob, and out you go to the bus stop. |