Yes. But not immediately.

As he stood up, the roots pulled the undergarments apart so he would easily step out of them. They were now also just useless pieces of cloth on the forest floor.

Aralia had to cover her mouth because she let out an audible gasp when she saw his package. It wasn't the biggest, but she didn't know that. The man was in nothing but a shirt as she continued staring.

Gregg huffed, dusting off his shirt with a groan. "Not my luck today..." He grumbled. But as he bent down to start picking up the firewood, he noticed it. His manhood was on display for the forest.

He covered himself again, looking around more desperately this time. "Still alone..." He mumbled.

Gregg couldn't keep working. Sharp axe and nudity don't mix. He didn't have enough firewood, but it would have to work. At least for today. He uncovered himself and began frantically picking up the wood. This forest was quiet, but that didn't mean no one ever came here. He had to get home fast to make sure no one saw him like this.

Aralia was reveling in the sight. It was funny to see him move like that. He was not concerned with covering himself. His junk flopping all around as he picked up all of the wood and got it loaded into his cart.

Once the cart was full, Gregg headed back the way he came.