To the local park

Pondering on what do next, you opt for a refreshing run at the local park. Your choice of outfit includes a supportive sports bra - essential protection against potential discomfort caused by excessive breast movement - paired with formfitting leggings and comfortable running shoes. Securing your long locks into a neat ponytail completes your athletic ensemble. Before heading out, you fill a half-gallon water bottle, anticipating the sweltering midday temperatures ahead.

Stepping outside brings immediate delight. The crisp air fills your lungs as warmth radiates across your exposed skin. Each inhalation carries subtle scents of blooming flowers mixed with hints of freshly cut grass. Your initial joy soon gives way to self-consciousness as you become aware of the noticeable bulge created by your concealed member pressing against the fabric of your workout attire. Fears of drawing unwanted attention prove unfounded however, as passersby seem entirely unperturbed by your unique anatomy. Instead, you catch lingering glances filled with unmistakable desire emanating from both genders. This realization sends a faint thrill coursing through your veins, forcing you to mentally redirect focus away from arousal lest you risk increasing the size of your bulge.

Upon arriving at the park, initial impressions suggest a typical recreational space - dogs chasing frisbees, couples engaged in casual conversation, fellow runners following designated paths. Yet upon closer inspection, certain...liberties become apparent. A sizeable portion of visitors have opted to forego lower garments altogether, whether partially shielded beneath remaining clothing or fully exposed without concern.The most shocking aspect proves to be the numerous couples engaging in various sexual activities scattered throughout the greenery - moans echoing through trees as bodies writhe together unabashedly, genitals entwined in plain sight while nearby pedestrians casually stroll past, utterly indifferent to such lewd displays unfolding mere feet away. For five heart-pounding seconds, you freeze, processing this bizarre new norm. Steeling yourself, you resume your exercise routine, pushing aside mental resistance to simply accept this world's unconventional standards.

Your ninety-minute run passes uneventfully save for three necessary hydration stops. As you begin making your way home, hunger pangs strike forcefully, reminding you of skipping breakfast. Upon returning to the sorority house, its eerie emptiness greets you, broken only by the growling protestations of your stomach. With swift resolve, you move towards preparing simple yet satisfying scrambled eggs. Just as you sit down to enjoy your late morning meal, footsteps announce Amy's arrival through the front entrance. Her modest blue blouse provides ample coverage while a knee-length skirt maintains appropriate decency below.

"Hey Riley," she calls out cheerily. "Just starting breakfast? It's pretty late."

"Yeah, went jogging earlier then remembered I hadn't eaten anything beforehand."

Amy chuckles lightly. "Well try waking up on time tomorrow or hold off until lunch if sleeping in becomes habit."

With a playful groan acknowledging her point, you reply: "Geez..." Still adjusting to rigid schedules clearly not part of your usual routine. Then curiosity strikes...

"So anyway, I was thinking about going shopping downtown today since my favorite store is having a sale," Amy says nonchalantly between bites of your shared leftovers. "Wanna tag along?"