This morning was unlike any other morning. Geno, as it turns out, has a little "surprise" waiting for him at practice. But it doesn't begin there.

"Eeeugh! These cramps! What did I eat?" Malkin then recalled last night's supper. Nothing too spicy or cramp-inducing involved.

He felt the cramp yet again. This time, it was sharper than before, more violent, and it was heading straight to his area.

"It hurts. Pain is too much. Feel like I'm gonna die." He massaged his gut, where his belly button was. It never went away. He took off his pants. There was only one last thing to do, but, thankfully, something distracted him from it. A series of red dots appeared, looking like chickenpox on the beige fabric of his briefs.

It was, yet again, that time of the month.

Malkin knew what to do. His spotted undies would either have to be soaked or thrown out. He went up to his bathroom, the flow building up with every step he took.

"Not gonna make it," he panted.

It was then that he made it to the bathroom. He grabbed that familiar blue box and went in. Once he was assured he was in complete and absolute privacy, he unwrapped the plastic packaging protecting the sanitary item.

It was known as a Manpon.

Once it was scientifically proven that men's Vas Deferens and urethral passages shed old, dead material, much like a female's uterus lining, Manpons were developed. Much like women's tampons, they are manufactured with one purpose in mind: to get rid of that old, unused male reproductive tissue not used when a man orgasms.

The Manpon he was about to use was 6 inches in length, 1 inch thick, made of a plushy, tightly-woven cotton, with a small string. Geno used his index finger and thumb tip to stretch open his glans as he put the thing in with his right hand.

"Ooh. So big. So thick. It's filling me up." Evgeni gasped and moaned in pleasure as the sanitary item's tiny but mighty form ravaged its way up his urethra, stretching its tubular shape to hug it.

"Yeahh, that's it.", he groaned out, leg's shaking from the intimate contact, him pressing the cotton into his dick hole until the string was the only thing showing.

*POP!* In it went.