Jeff smiled nervously, taking he towel and leaned against the concrete edge, placing the towel underneath his arms and remaining in the water. Brianna looked at him for a moment, and then chuckled. "You, uh..... you coming?" Jeff tired to shrug casually, his thoughts racing on how he could segue his life into this wonderful opportunity being presented before him without exposing his (so far) well-kept secret.
"You go ahead. Just need to..... enjoy the water a bit more."
Brianna laughed, a cute but friendly giggle that sent a shiver of combined infatuation and nervousness down Jeff's spine. "You want to watch my backside while I walk away, or just pee in there without me knowing?" Before Jeff could even be sufficiently horrified at what she had just implied (both of which would have been true had he not taken care of his earlier urinary issue in the pool shed), Brianna gave the same heart-melting chuckle. "Aw, hey. No, I'm just playing. Sure, I'll be over by the hammock, there. Take your time, but don't take too long
I don't want to be left alone having to talk with anyone half or four times my age again, you know?"
Jeff smiled, his mind overwhelmingly thankful at how considerate and understanding Brianna was being. As she turned around and walked off while giving Jeff an admittedly pleasant view of her rear that he tried his best not to stare at, all the while his strange new type of 'erection' feeling more and more noticeable, he put his plan into action. He couldn't get out immediately, or that would seem too suspicious. After all, he had just said he wanted to stay in the pool "a bit more" - he didn't know anyone who would think three seconds of that would be sufficient. And he wanted to get a good distance between him and Brianna, only for now. He just needed enough space and privacy to climb out without any risk of anyone taking note of the mass he was carrying, and the pool area was empty enough with the few remaining patrons too preoccupied talking with one another to bother watching him exit the water.
As Brianna arrived at the hammock, Jeff mentally counted to seventeen (it seemed both a lucky and long enough number), and quickly lifted himself out of the pool, covering his privates (or, private, singular?) with the towel using the same speed and precision as someone dodging a bullet - which felt very literal right now, in a way. With one swift swipe of his arm, Jeff managed to drape the towel over his lower half as soon as it exited the water, and climbed out of the pool effortlessly. He looked around, could tell nobody was any the wiser, and sighed with relief. His penis may have been gone, but his upper arm strength and hand-eye coordination were as on point as ever.
Standing up and wrapping the towel around him so the bulbous fruit of his loins was covered like a bandaged wound, Jeff tucked the end of the towel down is front, offering further protection from any curious eyes. The way he saw it, he could just tell Brianna about the whole "conscious" thing again and mention he didn't want to be seen in the bikini, both of which were technically true and she would undoubtedly understand.
Jeff smiled, walking briskly towards Brianna as he could without making any waddling he was forced to perform that noticeable. However, with everything that had gone on in the last while as the two had talked, along with all the thinking he had done to leave the pool without being seen, Jeff walked away from the pool with a very important and useful homemade tool left behind in the pool house.....