Jeff began to frantically pace around the room trying to think of a way he could hide his crotch-breast at the party. As he walked the bulbous mass kept slapping his inner thighs. “My life is over! There’s no way I can hide this thing for 72 hours!”
After he calmed down he got an idea. What’s the best way to control breasts?
“A bra!” He yelled, quickly covering his mouth and hoping no one heard his outburst.
He then snuck across the hall and took a random bra out of his mother’s things. When he returned to his room he found that it was a slightly smaller cup size then his new appendage. He cut it in half and quickly began to stitch together a pair of underwear using just the bra half and an old jockstrap.
Jeff eventually fashioned a make-shift sports cup with the tight bra. It felt slightly uncomfortable but the breast on his groin was no longer distended. He was thrilled to see that even the big perky nipple was completely hidden.
His pride in his accomplishment was short lived after he got good look at himself in the mirror.
The lacy straps on the pale pink bra made him look ridiculous. He was a pretty decent looking teenage boy who had accidentally stripped himself of his manhood.
“What have I done?”
He rubbed his hand over his lower abdomen. He usually had a bit of a treasure trail but the breast took that away along with his pubes. He felt the cup of the bra and tried to imagine it as the waist of his boxers.
“You have a cock, you have a cock, you have a cock” he repeated to himself as he slide his other hand down. While his fleshy appendage did trigger similar sensations, Jeff knew it was still not a cock. He felt more like a cow with an udder than a teenage boy.
He stopped playing with himself and focused on finding something to wear over the bra. Jeff put on some sweat pants and a hoodie He looked a bit under dressed but he figured could tell his mom he was feeling a bit sick. She would rather he go out underdressed than not go to the party at all.
Jeff tried to see if the breast was still noticeable but striking several poses in the mirror. At the right angle his bulge looked less strange and more indicative of a hefty male package.
“I’ll guess I’ll just try to pass off as some hung loner and not talk to anyone.”