Chapter 12: Growing Pains

Leah woke in a state of throbbing agony. Her forehead was pounding after her careless drinking from the night before. But to Leah's concern, her head wasn't the only thing that was aching.

"Agh. What happened? What's going on?" she grumbled, rising from her bed.

She remembered going out, meeting a guy at the club, then leaving. How she got back home was a complete mystery.

"Oof. My dick!" she whined, placing her hands at her crotch.

She rolled up her dress-skirt to examine herself. As she folded the fabric back, she realized how slick and wet the fabric was.

"Is this all precum?" Leah wondered in disgust.

When she at last revealed her cock, she was terrified by what she saw.

Still locked in its cage, her penis was immensely engorged, having turned an angry, red color. More precum seeped from behind the metal rings, her pulse surging in her tightly bound flesh.

Leah practically screamed.

"Oh shit! I was supposed to take this off last night!"

Panicked, Leah searched everywhere for her handbag. Without the key, her dick would remain locked in its excruciating imprisonment.

"Were is it where is it WHERE IS IT!" she cried.

Unexpectedly, her bedroom door swung open as she scavenged her belongings. Startled by the possibility of company, Leah quickly covered her lower half with a blanket.

"I see you're finally awake." said Pamela, announcing her entrance.

"Pam? What are you doing here?" Leah asked.

"I spent the night on your couch. Wanted to make sure you didn't puke in your sleep or anything like that. But what's going on with you? I thought you'd want to take things slow right now."

"My clutch! Do you know where it is?!" Leah begged. She bent forward, feeling another pang of torment in her groin.

"It's out by the kitchen. Are you alright, girl? Do you need to throw up? You look like you need to throw up." Pamela inquired.

"NO! I don't need to throw up, just get me my bag, PLEASE!" Leah cried.

"Sheesh! I'll get it! Message received!" Pam relented, disappearing.

A moment later, Pamela returned to the bedroom, white clutch in hand.

"Oh thank you! THANK YOU!" Leah squealed, taking the purse from her friend.

She practically tore the thing in half, ripping it open and desperately fumbling for what she needed. Dropping the blanket from her waist, she secured the key and unlatched her swollen member.

Almost instantly, her cock went to full mast, shoving off the contraption that had bound it for so long. Pre continued to stream from her eager head, dripping onto the floor.

"FUCK!" Leah roared, finally able to let herself breathe again.

"Jesus, Leah!" Pamela exclaimed. "What the fuck have you been doing to yourself?!"

It took a second for her friend's words to register. But once they did, Leah had little choice other than to come clean.

"I.... may have been using a cage and other tools to hide my boners in public." the futa confessed.

"I can see that! But why are you so big now?! And why the fuck are you leaking everywhere?!" Pamela continued to question.

Pam was right. It was difficult to tell before, when the cage was still tightly secured on her body, but now it was clear that Leah's cock and balls were definitely bigger.

"I.... I don't know." Leah stuttered. "I wasn't supposed to use the cage for more than six hours at a time, but the instructions never said anything about this!"

Leah's initial fears had been replaced by entirely new ones; ones without a clear solution. The two girls stared at Leah's hard-on, unsure of what to say or do.

"This can't be normal, even for a futa. We've gotta get you to the mod clinic, see what's going on." Pamela said.

Leah made no delays in agreeing with her. Something was really wrong with her, and they needed to find out what.