No

As Claire looked down, she saw that her nuts were, in fact, not nuts, but grapefruits. She paled. How was she going to hide those in public?

She only had seconds to spare before the door to freedom would unlock, and yet it stressed her even more.

There was only one solution she could think of. Standing with her legs further apart, she pushed one testicle after the other between her legs, barely fitting through, though the juice-filled pants that made it a bit easier. It made her squirm though; now the skin holding the sack was rubbing against her swollen clit and pussy, pushing another wave of juices past the new blockade. Claire’s sack strained, full of cum, sloshing, being held back by moderately sized, trembling thighs.

The train was pulling into the station. Acting as quick as she could, with the limited space she was given, she took off her jeans jacket, revealing a black tank top with 32C cup breasts, and wrapped the top around her waist. At least her new appendages were not very noticeable anymore.

At that moment, the doors opened, and Claire ran out.

A mistake.

Not even 3 meters from the metro, she had to stop again. Running had violently squeezed her balls, and she was infinitely close to orgasm. Pulling herself together, she now only cared about one thing: making it home. And so she started walking, leaving a trail of juices behind her. Every step was an **** challenge not to come, but pushed through.

Slowly speeding up, walking extremely weirdly, Claire made it closer and closer to the apartment.

Panting, she arrived in front of her apartment door. Through sheer luck she hadn’t encountered any neighbors.

Taking a very deep breath, Claire unlocked the door and walked in.