No.

As the sun gradually sunk beyond the horizon Lara quietly waited for her clothes to dry, finding some fruit and taking care of bodily functions. Urinating whilst standing was an odd experience, which she rather enjoyed in spite of herself. From then on she pointedly ignored the weight between her legs, sitting on a large stone with her thighs pressed together to conceal her new addition. Checking her clothes every few minutes, she deemed them wearable not long after the sun had set. Pulling on her panties, facing the uncomfortable truth that they were not designed to hold male genitalia, she grumpily yanked up her pants. Her sports bra was the wettest, designed to absorb moisture, so with a sigh she hooked it through her belt, wrapping it tightly so it wouldn't get caught on anything. Without the bra Lara's breasts still kept their shape, barely consenting to gravity at all. Not that she was huge or anything but she had always felt a little superior in changing rooms with her obviously firm breasts.