The walk through campus nearly killed me. I could feel myself growing more and more painfully aroused with each step, with each flirty skirt, with each muscle shirt, with every single pair of heels. It was like men and women alike were trying to drive me beyond the point of control. I had to duck behind a few buildings and stand there like an idiot breathing trying to get control over myself again and again. It was starting to piss me off that I wasn't functioning as a human being anymore. I was like some sex zoned zombie. I don't know anyone in their right minds who jerks off once in the morning and then can barely make it two hours without almost collapsing at the sight of every good looking person.
I felt a pit in my stomach. I just acknowledged that I jerked off... and it felt like a normal thing. What the hell was wrong with me? I frowned down at the bag I was using to cover my body with again. Luckily the corner of fifth street was only a few blocks from campus and wouldn't be hard to get to. This city was fairly small sized so I was fine with getting around by foot, but having these urges controlling every step I took was starting to make things even more difficult.
I took a deep breath and turned the corner from the building I was standing next to. I could see the plaza that would take me downtown straight to the ice cream shop. I was really hoping this wasn't some kind of stupid ploy to just string me along and get me to walk around with a semi erect horse cock just for someone's sick pleasure. Then again I never really questioned how this Danny knew that I lived in town. I can at least safely assume that dream boat Danny is infact a boy named Danny. They said they believed me, gave me directions, and for some stupid reason I was following them blindly. It was my only big lead though. Nothing online was coming up with anything that could help me figure out what I was going to do. The internet was just full of ridiculous but incredibly well done passion art or pornography of girls with horse cocks. Each one just as detailed as the next. One of the photos I took of myself was enough to join in the ranks of incredibly done artwork.
I shivered as I thought back to taking a photo of myself like that. I had never thought I would do something so crazy, but it was the only way to try and get someone to help me. It was really hot doing it, but honestly I was starting to get a little out of control.
I wrapped my arms under my breasts, which were a little tender but not bad enough that I didn't put too much of a thought too it. Probably from all these weird hormones or whatever was happening to me. I frowned a bit and looked at the bag hanging around my shoulder. There was a cell phone that was activated and ready for use with all my information already stored inside when I opened it last time. I looked around to see if anyone was watching me. Not a soul could be seen on campus, but that could be because there were classes in session and none that really started every half an hour at this school.
I moved quickly to the alley between the two buildings next to me and dropped to my knees setting the bag down in front of me. It was a standard backpack, not some incredibly cute purse I wanted to carry around. It was at least functionable but far from fashionable. I unzipped the main pouch and saw the cellphone with charge cable laying on top of some black clothing. This was probably the goth girls. Then why was there a cellphone left behind with my information all stored inside?
I set the phone and charger to the side on the ground and pulled out the black outfit. It looked like a mini dress. A super slutty mini dress. It was a tube top mini dress that looked like it could barely hold a flat chest like mine, and it was probably no longer than five inches from where the girl's pelvis would hit. I could picture her wearing it and felt myself growing a little erect at just the idea. Then an image of myself wearing it with my massive horse cock swinging free below the fabric line blazed into my mind and I quickly pinched my eyes shut and dropped the outfit, if it could in fact be called an outfit...
I took a deep breath and opened my eyes and sifted through the bag. There was a black jacket with spikes on the shoulders. Not real leather it had to be fake leather. I pulled it out and set it on the ground. There was a pair of some extremely tall heels, at least seven inch heels that had laces that I assumed were tall enough to wrap up your leg to just below the knee. Sexy.
Just as I set them to the side my hand brushed something warm and I drew it back a little, but quickly put my hand back in and wrapped my fist around it and pulled it out. It looked like a pair of black panties, if they could be called that being that they were mostly lace, but there was some odd things about them. First off there were two plugs near the back that looked a little naughty and erotic. There was a large hole in the front of them, and the rest was mostly strings. It looked like some crazy fantasy underwear built for a girl wielding an extra large cock between her legs, but then the plugs just didn't seem normal to me. Secondly why were these warm?