Author note: Thank you to the last two people to add to this story. This is exactly the kind of creative working together that I was looking forward to when starting this; hopefully it can continue!
As Jeff checked his phone once more, he saw that he had a whole hour left before he had to leave for the party. Despite wanting to try to milk himself again and then play some video games to pass the time, Jeff figured that it would be a smarter idea to practice hiding the breast as he walked. He knew it would be a boring and slow use of an hour, but considering the fact that so many people would be there (including Brianna Ferguson), he thought it would be a hazard worth avoiding through preparation.
After fifty minutes of (thankfully uninterrupted) practicing walking ‘normally’ with the bra-holster under his sweatpants (opting not to wear boxers over it due to the already uncomfortable pressure the device was placing on his DD cup teat) , Jeff felt content that he could make his way around Tim Ferguson’s party without drawing too much attention, if any. If he stayed to the sidelines, nobody would be any the wiser. Jeff looked over at the Chronivac, instinctively wanting to know how much time was left.
70 hours, 10 minutes, 22 seconds..... 70 hours 10 minutes, 21 seconds.....
Jeff made his way downstairs with the glass in hand, and after washing it out in the sink, sat down in the living room next to his father as the news played. Crossing his legs, Jeff succeeded in further covering up his bulbous new friend from his dad’s sight, even though it wasn’t terribly pleasant a feeling squishing the already constrained body part more than it already was.
After eight minutes of waiting, Jeff’s mother entered the living room with Jack, holding Jeff’s sleeping infant brother, Josh. “Okay, everyone. We’re heading out, so- Jeffrey, what are you wearing?”
Jeff looked himself over, and replied as innocently as he could. “I just don’t feel that great, mom. I can still come, but it would probably be best if I stayed away from everyone, in case I have something.”
Jeff’s mom opened her mouth, no doubt to argue, but looked at the wall clock before sighing in defeat. “Fine. Wear that. Look like a degenerate. But you are going to be sociable and polite and smiling the entire time, do you understand?”
Jeff sighed, nodding and knowing full well that he was lucky to be allowed to wear the clothes he had chosen. Without further delay, Jeff left the house with his family, who were all dressed much differently than him. The Ferguson’s were only three houses away, and yet the walk felt like an eternity to Jeff.
It wasn’t an abnormally hot day out, but his choice of attire was making it feel like a heatwave was passing through. Jeff said nothing, since his mom wouldn’t let him go back and switch out his clothes if she were in her best mood. As she always said, “you have to lay in the bed you make.” What’s worse, Jeff could fell the sweat gathering up in the bra-cup and around his breast, which was another uncomfortable outcome he hadn’t exactly factored in.
As they got to the Ferguson’s house, Jeff looked around nervously, even though he had been practicing hiding his pants-based anomaly. He stared in silent unease at the the many cars and people situated outside the front of the home, which was adorned with numerous balloons and decorations commemorating Tim Ferguson’s tenth birthday.