First some stress relief

Normally there's something wrong when you can't get up from being too sad - but in situations when the smartest person you know is the reason for it, things get complicated. You have no idea why you are crying, it just feels like the right thing to do. You toss another ball of toilet paper in the trash and get up finally from the floor and get shivers. She really said that, and you totally believed her too.

You pull your panties down slowly and lift your skirt to see it - it's your penis, just hanging without a care in the world. It's dumb and unnecessary on you, sure, but so is your caecum, and you've never considered removing it. It's a weird paralel, but if you think about it, what ain't broken don't need fixing and all that - maybe disease prevention is smart though, you get nervous again.

You almost cry again and lift it on your palm, your shaft is so natural feeling and it reacts just as you've always known it to react. It flails around funnily when flaccid and waves slightly when hard. It's your very own penis, and there's nothing wrong with it.

You feel around your balls just to check for any lumps or other unnatural things. You gasp as you accidentally squeeze your balls a bit too hard and blush. You like to shave it all off except from the top so the ballsack is quite nice and smooth. You try to actually check thoroughly for what Kruya told you and hold back tears - are you really going to die because of your man-parts?

You stop as you realize the through feeling of your scrotum has made your cock start to fill with blood - like you'd think it would do. You can't keep it in and cry, but this time from happiness and relief. You were told that you had nothing wrong with your manparts just last year on your frequent special health checks. You remember that and smile as your cock hardens and shakes excitedly.

You bite your lip and feel the pull to touch yourself, it's not really necessary, but you feel kind of victorious and want to celebrate, so you go online and search up a nice video of some girls in sexy poses. You are a wimp and not very confident with watching any hardcore porn or even videos of people fucking, so you put up a video of some pervy instagram girls slide-show and sit on the toilet to get a little comfortable.

The video has a song so you mute it and put it on play and lean back and relax. You grow very red and hot obviously as the girls pass over the screen in all kinds of fun and tight outfits you'd never see yourself wear. Most of them are dressed more casually and show their cleavage or butt, but others have lingerie or swimsuits and you almost go crazy with those ones - it's are like the hottest porn you watch, girls in bikinis.

You moan softly and stroke your cock while the girls just keep on coming with their lips pursed and butts so nice and boobs so perfect. You know that they are people you should look up to rather than to try to be like, so you just enjoy what you see and refuse to get jealous. Suddenly there's a girl with a see-through shirt and her big pink nipples show as she's making a quirky face. You gasp and accidentally almost cum.

The video said SFW, but now you feel too horny to not type in: "nude girls''. Your heart pounds as you open the images and scroll down as your cock edges so good. The girls are honestly too much to take all naked like this and you get a stupidly good orgasm that you manage to aim inside the toilet. You fall down on the carpet of the small WC and giggle to your perviness - you have never had the courage to search up nude girls before and thought it was too perverted to do, but now you feel absolutely amazing.

You look down over your boobs and see your slowly calming down dick and think it's all going to be fine, really. You are sure that either Kruya is a lot meaner than you thought, or she has misunderstood something, because you feel great and can't think of any reason you couldn't have a penis. You are very happy and pull your panties back up and exit the WC to only wonder what you should do now.

Then you remember the reason Kruya got like that and think of a battle plan. You go on a stroll all over the house and take note that the skeleton girl is back up with the DJ:ing and the music is bangin'. You find Nick just being her hot self dancing, which makes you happy as the last time you saw the party in full swing like this, the robot girl was standing on the side depressed and bound by her costume.

"Hey, Nick. Is everything ok?" You can't help but do the normie dance next to her while most of the party is in the same room doing what's typical to them. "Bzzd... Oh crap. March, I have... Bzzd, something to tell you, come... Bzzd." She gets out of the trance and walks you to the side and only then you realize that Kruya is nowhere to be found.

"Bzzd... Ok, so it's something I'm kind of... Bzzd, nervous to talk about... Bzzd, you see, I have another problem, other than... Bzzd, this. I'm actually kind of a hothead, yeah... Bzzd, I knew it was coming that time, haha... Bzzd, I'm sorry March, I think you are just fine... Bzzd, I don't care that you have a dick... Bzzd."

She gets a warm smile on her face and you almost get emotional again. "Thanks, b-but I think your girlfriend disagrees..." You tell her and try to get more in the zone where you could help them. "Bzzd, Oh, really? Kruya is so nice most of the time... Bzzd, Oh, it must be about somethin' about health, huh?.. Bzzd, Eh, sorry, but I still think it's fine, I mean, you should get it checked out, you know... Bzzd." Nobody ever said Veronica was a smart girl and it shows.

"I have gone and 'checked' it. I was born with it. Anyways, is everything ok between you two, you seemed kind of distant just now." She has pretty brown eyes as well as a great jaw, fit body, nice skin, good abdomen and desirable ass. "Bzzd... We kind of... got a time out... Bzzd, she was getting on my nerves so we decided to... Bzzd, keep some distance. A beep is coming... Bzzd, right there, I'm just a pro, aren't I?.. Bzzd." She tells you and you can't help but admire her take on the situation - if you had a girlfriend and had to **** yourself off her for a party, you'd stress out to ****.

"I-I guess that's good... Uh, want to dance?" You ask casually and thankfully do not get nervous. You have a lot of fun just dancing with her and drinking the occasional drink. She is a good dancer and you are terrible - it's somehow both embarrassing and fitting.