Hold It In.

You take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Whatever is going on, it's not you. You aren't some kind of sex crazed maniac. It's this dick that's making you feel this way. You won't let whatever's happening change you or your life any more than necessary. You step out of your car, do a quick check to make sure nothing is out of place, and march into school as casually as you can manage. Walking through the normal morning traffic isn't so bad. You could almost trick yourself into believing nothing was different. You get to your locker and start taking out what you'll need for your first class. As you do you decide to test yourself. You take a careful look around at some of the other students. There's a boy on the swim team you've batted your eyes at a few times nearby and you discreetly take in his image. You feel a normal level of attraction and let out a sigh of relief. Then you turn your attention to a girl walking by, one you don't know. She's very pretty, wearing tight jeans and a shirt, her breasts pressing out in a lovely, if normal, fashion. You feel a stirring like before but quickly stop yourself. Your dick awakens for a moment but with concentrated willpower it goes back to sleep.

You can do this!

You walk to your first class feeling confident and almost able to ignore the feeling of your new appendage shifting as you walk. Your first class is English Literature, usually a pretty dry subject. Kids sometimes sleep through it and Mrs. Tallow, the teacher, rarely notices. Unfortunately, as you sit down at your desk and glance around, you don't recognize anyone who you know was at the party. You didn't have a full guest list or anything and have no memory of the event itself so you could be wrong. But you also can't afford to just randomly ask people, risking that a teacher or snitch might overhear. So you'll use this period as you often do, catch up on some homework and relaxation. About five minutes into the class you're feeling bored. You don't have any work to do for other classes and Mrs. Tallow is once again talking about subjects you already know by heart. You always do well in this class due to her selecting interesting classic books for you to read, not because she's a coherent orator. As your mind begins to drift your eyes wander about. You hadn't noticed before how many of the girls in your class were really pretty. Most of them wear little to no make-up and still seem to glow. It's a good thing you've totally got this unnatural lust thing under control because these girls are hot.

Your eyes eventually land on the girl in front of you, slumped in her seat. She's wearing a spaghetti strap top and a short pink skirt made out of some smooth material like leather or latex. There's a gap between her skirt and shirt that reveals a large patch of her flawless skin. Moreover, the little blue and white thong she's wearing makes an appearance over the waistband of her skirt. It fits no nicely between her cheeks and you can't help but create the full image in your mind, picturing her sitting there half-asleep without the skirt in your way. She shifts in her sleep and scratches at her lower back, eventually finding the thong and stuffing it back into place. At first you're disappointed but once her hand moves you see that the very tops of her lovely butt cheeks are now visible, the crack of her ass just barely showing. You bite your lip. You'd give anything if you could just squeeze them and...

You stiffen suddenly. Now that you're out of your lust haze you can feel an **** strain on your panties as your hard-on threatens to split them open. This is bad! Glancing at the clock you see that there's about fifteen minutes left in the class. Can you get it under control in that amount of time? Or will you need to take...drastic measures?