Author’s Note: If you like this story, please consider writing the next part; I’m very curious to see what others have to add to this, as I don’t have a full plot line thought out for this. Also, apologies for not using the official “author’s note” option; I couldn’t find it.
Jeff felt a slight, uncomfortable pressure building in his crotch, which had now been turned into a busty woman’s breast. Realizing that the glass of juice he had drunk three hours ago was now catching up to him, he began to squirm, and tried to cross his legs. This proved difficult, as the change in size between his old member and this new, fattier alternative made for some awkward retries, with the final result yielding very little, if any, positive effect.
Trying to ahead of time, and knowing that he couldn’t hold his cork in for three days, Jeff relented to the call of nature, and got up clumsily, trying the pull his pants back up before heading to the bathroom. This proved to be difficult, as his boxers and jeans had (rightfully so) not been designed to vaccinate housing an entire breast situated between two legs.
After much tucking and some further discomfort, Jeff got his squishy new body part to squeeze in place between his thighs, doing up his zipper and making it so that the bulge wasn’t too obvious from the outside. He had difficulty walking normally while holding it down, but was able to get mobile and groaned with annoyance towards his situation as he got to the end of the hallway.
Luckily, nobody saw him, and Jeff entered the unoccupied bathroom unnoticed. Locking the door, and dropping his drawers once more, Jeff took the breast in hand (a sensation he would otherwise have enjoyed if it hadn’t been at the cost of his favorite toy), and positioned himself in front of the toilet, not sure what would come next.