No! I Refuse To Bow Down To This!

You grit your teeth, tempted to strike at the source of your annoyance if only it weren't attached to you. You are a normal girl with normal thoughts! You will NEVER be some sort of pervert who touches herself in the middle of class! You don't even really like girls that much, not like that! Like that Justine girl on the other side of the room. Sure, her tits are freaking huge and she's once again airing them out with a low cut top but what difference does that make to you? None! And your friend Courtney sitting beside you is, of course, gourgious, but does that mean you HAVE to remember all the times you've seen her in a bikini? Of course not! Because you're normal! Not staring at that cheerleader, Suzy might be her name, and picturing her tied up to her desk in her uniform, bent over, panties around her ankle, while you...

"WHAT THE FUCK!!!"

Courtney's screech draws you from your reverie. Only then do you notice yourself visibly jerking off. You jump back from your desk but that only makes things worse. Everyone gasps and stares, even sleepy Mrs. Tallow, as your cock comes into full view. You know you should stop but...you don't. It feels AMAZING and only gets better as you stare into the silent gawking faces of your teacher and classmates.

"I'm sorry!" you shout, cheeks burning in shame. "I can't stop..."

You hips start to spasm and you bring your other hand down to assist, everyone still glued to your rough self-love. When you cum it feels so good that you fall to your knees as you spray an ungodly amount of white liquid all over the floor.

"I'm sorry," you pant, beginning to sob. "I need help!"

The following year is a hard one. You're brought to a special medical facility for low security risk mental patients with physical ailments. Most of the other patients are veterans and car crash victims with missing limbs and psychological trauma. You're a sex fiend with a mysterious penis. The doctors can't explain your condition nor can they figure out a way to operate and remove it without risking serious harm to your body. Still, over time you learn to, mostly, control your urges. You still need frequent bathroom breaks but it's been weeks since you forcibly kissed another patient. This means you're allowed a home visit where you happily eat with your parents, pet the local stray, and generally pretend to be normal for a day. The next morning you don't feel any different. If anything, seeing your home and needing to leave has made you even more depressed. But when you go to your dresser to get changed you notice something amazing.

It's gone! Just, gone! Neither you nor the doctors can explain it but with the disappearance of your strange phallus your libido returns to a normal, healthy level as well. After a week of observation you're allowed to return to your normal life, left only to ponder what strange circumstances led you down this detour in your life's path. Whatever the source, it's over now.