My pride and Joy.

They say some men only think with their cock. But what if the cock had a mind of it's own?

Chapter 1 by FlatCap90210 FlatCap90210

The day begins like every Friday does: With my alarm going off way too early, way too loud and way too annoying. At least it gets me out of bed in the morning. Anyways, here I am, bleary-eyed and head still foggy from lack of sleep. Should I just stay in the dorm today? But I have Advanced Analytics in the morning, I can't skip that again...

Groaning, I push myself away from the soft, warm pillow and rub my face with both hands once I'm sitting on the edge of the bed, feet resting on the floor. My morning wood throbs fiercely, tenting my pajamas. Damn, I shouldn't have watched the whole season yesterday... probably caused all those weird dreams and the unrelenting boner I'm sporting.

"Good morning..." a voice mumbles, sounding just as in need of sleep as I feel - and undeniably female.

"Good morni--" I begin, interrupting myself as I suddenly feel much more awake. I was alone yesterday. No lady visitor to spend the night with. Did someone break in? Do I have a stalker?!

I look around the room, finding it empty, twist my body to look behind me on the bed... Nothing. I'm alone in the room. But then, I feel my morning wood ... wiggle.

"Phew, it's so stuffy in here," the voice grumbles, and I feel my pajama pants move, the air of the room hitting my dick. Only now do I realize that it feels very different than usual. Heart thundering in my chest, I slowly turn my head to look down at my crotch, and my eyes bulge.

"Morning, sleepyhead. Did you sleep well?" The tiny woman that has replaced my cock asks with a friendly smile, looking up at me while her hands grip my pajama pants.

How do I react to that?

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