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Chapter 3 by lovelymess212 lovelymess212

How hard is your morning?

Turns out, not hard at all

Your eyes shoot open the next morning, and although full consciousness is still lost on you, you’re relieved to find that you feel much better now. The sickness, whatever it was, seemed to have passed as suddenly as it came. You had obviously been sweating in bed, but after some adjustment you simply relax and pull out your phone to start your day as you usually do: looking at porn.

Morning wood has always been extremely imposing on you, so you’ve learned to simply take care of it early… and what better way to start your day than a quick orgasm!

You settle into the bed and find some material you enjoy a lot, and slowly your hand inches down under the covers to search for the impressive length which has been such a point of pride for you. However, your life is changed when you reach down and don’t feel anything. You try to feel around where the rising lust is coming from but find nothing. Despite the incredible need building up in your gut, you can’t find your dick. Why can’t you find your dick?

The casual exploration now turns into frantic feeling, tossing off blankets to look at what situation you’ve found yourself in. Your stomach lurches as you see, for the first time, emptiness between your legs. But worse yet, your hand lands on a plump pair of lips, sticky and slippery already from morning arousal. Pulling your hand away, you stare wide-eyed as you watch strands of feminine juices still clinging to your… pussy. And all too suddenly you realize that this new organ must be communicating your arousal. Except instead of getting hard and coming to a wonderful length to stroke, you’re simply quivering and heating up as strange feelings build up in your stomach.

“Oh fuck… oh, fuuuuucccckkk…” you say, out loud to yourself. There is something haunting about waking up one morning to find the thing that has defined your identity for so long is gone without a trace. Partially in shock and partially in cold acceptance, you simply play with the fluids now sticking to your fingers while you contemplate what next steps to take, if any.

What will you do next?

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