I woke up early the next morning, and felt overwhelmingly like I needed to be out of the apartment. I still had the feeling that Runt was nearby watching me, laughing at me and my diminished state. That sense was a relief in a way - while he was around, I knew there was a way for me to get my old cock back - but there is only so long anyone can cope with knowing they are being spied on.
But could I go out without my old cock? Could I make sure no one found out?
I stood in front of my bedroom mirror, looking critically at the way I filled my briefs. I'd picked my date pants, thinking the additional structure in the crotch would help make my package look a bit more normal. It was useless, though. Whatever I wore, there was no disguising the excess fabric. I sighed, picked up a balled pair of socks, stuffed it in the front of my briefs, and adjusted it to make it look as close to a natural bulge as possible.
Fully dressed, I went to leave the apartment, trying to get used to the sensation not just of my cock no longer dressing down my left leg, but of the cotton socks rubbing against my crotch. I was locking the door when I heard someone call my name...so close!
It was my neighbor and best friend Mark. He was clearly on his way to the gym, he was wearing a skintight t-shirt and tiny running shorts. The sight of his hairy, muscular thighs, and the way he filled the front of his pants excited me far more than it would have before last night. I fought to stop myself getting hard.
"I'm just going for my morning work-out. Come with me, we can catch up. You said you wanted to get back in shape." Mark looked at me hopefully, hands on his hips accentuating his impressive lunchbox.
Doing my best to keep my cool, I went to decline his invitation, but what came out of my mouth was "Sounds like a great idea, Mark, Let me just get my things."
I had no doubt that Runt had something to do with my accepting the invitation. It was like I had lost control of my jaw and my voicebox. He'd even got my gym kit ready for me - a packed bag was waiting on the sofa. Dreading what he had planned, but knowing I had no choice in the matter, I picked up the rucksack and headed out, wondering how I was going to hide my little predicament from Mark and the other guys at the gym.