Chapter 5: Morning Wood

Once again, Leah's day began early.

As she pulled herself up out of bed, she noticed that this morning, something was different.

"Oh, you're up too, eh?" she mused to herself, staring at the tent in her boxers.

Like yesterday, she walked to the bathroom and examined herself. Even in her sleepwear, her erection was pretty obvious.

"Whatever. Just ignore it, and it'll go away." she said with a sigh.

But once she went to the toilet, she realized it was rather difficult to keep her mind off her boner.

"Damn it! Get in there!" she grumbled, pushing down on her phallus. She found herself leaning forward, trying to angle her defiant member down into the bowl and avoid making a mess.

Until today, Leah was unaware that peeing with a hard-on wasn't exactly comfortable. She held her wang beneath the rim, letting loose her stream at high pressure.

"Come on!" she demanded, pushing harder and harder to **** fluid out of her tight, pinched flesh-tube.

Eventually, she finished the bothersome task and flushed, washing her hands before making breakfast. And as she finished setting her table, she could feel the cramped feeling in her underwear disappearing.

"Oh, so NOW you go down?" Leah said, annoyed.

Funny how erections only seem to go away after they've made an inconvenience.

With her morning wood somewhat dealt with, Leah soon readied herself and departed for another day of work.

Today, Leah was lucky enough to avoid mishaps during lunch hour. She felt some tingles and swelling while at her desk, but nothing as serious as the day before; and hiding her shame inside her cubicle was much easier than managing it in a meeting or the break room.

It was 5:00 when Leah finally made it back to her apartment. Looking at the clock, she remembered she had another commitment for today.

"Shit, I forgot about yoga." Leah realized.

She was in quite the predicament. If she went to her class, there was the possibility that someone would find out about her.... situation. However, not going at all might be a tip-off as well. Leah never missed a class before. Her instructor might notice and think something was wrong!

"Fuck, what do I do?! I should go today at least, tell everyone I won't be able to make it for the rest of the month. But what can I wear? I can't wear leggings anymore." Leah panicked.

To preserve her image and integrity with her yoga group, Leah settled on something discreet, but hopefully not too irregular.

"There, that works, right?" she asked her reflection.

Leah's opposite shared her look of uncertainty, as well as the baggy, grey sweatpants she found in her closet. No one would be able to tell she had a dong, so long as she stayed flaccid.

"Close enough. Alright, let's do this."