Jeff eventually managed to make his way back to his bedroom, again unnoticed, waddling awkwardly in order to keep himself vertical despite the payload he was harboring.
Checking the Chronivac, he saw the timer was still counting down: “71 hours, 54 minutes, 34 seconds..... 71 hours, 54 minutes, 33 seconds.....”
Jeff sighed, happy to know progress was being made, even if it was at a snail’s pace. The second the three day period of waiting was up, he would get right back on the device and given himself his old genitals back. Even though, he had to admit, there was something pleasurable about touching the breast back in the bathroom.....
Jeff shook his head, locking the door and dropping his trousers so that he could begin to work in private. The curtains drawn, he began to look around for anything that could be of use for what it was he was going to try and do. The way he saw it, there was no possible method of getting out of going to the party. If his mom had told Mrs. Ferguson that it would have been “their pleasure” to attend, that was the end of it; he was going to go to that party, with or with his consent.
As far as the breast went, Jeff felt like there had to be some way to hide it better. His current method of squeezing it between his legs worked, but just barely. And if he was seen wobbling about at the party, he no doubt would draw attention to himself. Something that, under the circumstances, was absolutely out of the question. Especially with Brianna present.
Jeff felt up the breast as he sat on the bed, careful not to get too caught up in the pleasing touch of it all. He had to work fast, lest he face the wrath of his mom coming up and demanding he come down to breakfast. The breast was large and easily malleable; a con and a pro, respectively. If he could use some tape, then maybe.... but what if the tape wasn’t sticky enough to hold? What if it broke as he was walking around? Would it be any different from him putting it between his legs? How could he angle it so it wasn’t too obvious?