Jack can't ignore what happened to his mother like she wants.

Jack couldn't shake the image from his mind, no matter how much he tried to distract himself with his game. The sight of his mother, her robe disheveled and her new appendage unmistakable, lingered in his thoughts, making his stomach twist with a mix of confusion and something else he didn't want to acknowledge. He glanced at her sitting across the room, the baggy jeans doing little to hide the bulge, and felt a surge of frustration. "

"Mom, we can't just pretend this isn't happening!" Jack finally blurted out, slamming his controller down on the floor. His mother flinched, her eyes darting towards him with a mix of fear and pleading.

Her face twisted in a mix of desperation and embarrassment, she opened her mouth to argue but found herself unable to form words. The bulge in the jeans seemed to pulse slightly, as if reminding her of its presence, and she let out a small, involuntary whimper. "This... this isn't something we can just ignore, Jack. But what are we supposed to do? Call a doctor? Tell them what? That I just... grew... this?" Her voice cracked, and she looked away, her hands instinctively moving to cover herself, though the jeans made it difficult. "I don't know, okay? I don't know what to do."

"But what if it geta worse?" Jack said, his voice trembling slightly as he stared at the undeniable bulge in his mother's jeans. She shifted uncomfortably, her face a mix of embarrassment and fear, her hands instinctively moving to cover herself as if that could erase the reality of the situation. "I don't know, Jack," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I don't know what to do." The room felt heavy with tension, the air thick with unspoken questions and fears. Jack's mind raced, his thoughts a chaotic mix of confusion, anxiety, and a growing sense of dread.

The silence that followed was oppressive, thick with unspoken thoughts and the undeniable physical presence that had upended their reality. Jack's eyes couldn't help but drift back to the bulge in his mother's jeans, his mind racing with questions he didn't dare ask aloud. She, too, seemed trapped in her own turmoil, her hands fidgeting restlessly as she tried to find a way to sit that didn't draw attention to her new anatomy. The air was heavy with tension, and the faint sound of her uneven breathing filled the room.

"You have a friend who is a doctor, isn't she a mother? You can trust her about this." Jack said, his voice laced with a mix of desperation and frustration. His mother looked at him, her eyes wide with a blend of fear and disbelief, her hands still clutched over the bulge in her jeans as if trying to will it away. "Are you insane?" she hissed, her voice barely above a whisper. "What am I supposed to tell her? 'Hey, Dr. Smith, I just grew a dick out of nowhere, can you help me?' No way in hell." She shook her head violently, her face reddening with embarrassment and anger.

"It's better than nothing. Come on mom, if you don't talk to her then I will." Jack said, his voice firm but laced with desperation. His mother's face turned a deeper shade of red, her hands tightening over the bulge in her jeans as if trying to physically suppress the reality of the situation. "You wouldn't dare," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and fear. "And what exactly would you tell her, huh? That your mom's gone crazy? That I've grown a... a..." She couldn't finish the sentence, her throat catching as she fought back tears.

"Dr. Smith is your friend and she won't look down on you. It may be hard to believe, but she won't have a choice after seeing your dick with her own eyes." Jack said, showing how worried he was about her.

Her mother's eyes, brimming with unshed tears, locked onto Jack's, the weight of his words pressing down on her like an invisible ****. The room seemed to shrink, the walls closing in as the reality of their situation suffocated her. She wanted to scream, to deny everything, to wake up from this nightmare, but the undeniable presence between her legs grounded her in this horrifying reality. "Fine," she whispered, the word barely escaping her lips, laced with defeat and humiliation. "We'll go. But if she... if she doesn't know what to do, or if she... laughs at me, or..."

"Mom, she is a professional, she won't laugh of your problem."

She nodded slowly, the weight of her decision pressing down on her like a physical ****. The room seemed to hold its breath as she stood, her movements stiff and deliberate. The bulge in her jeans was still unmistakable, a constant reminder of the surreal situation they found themselves in. Jack watched her, his expression a mix of relief and lingering worry, as she hesitated by the door. "We should go," she said finally, her voice low and resigned. "Before I change my mind." The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken fears and doubts.