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Bobby spent the rest of the day avoiding his parents by lounging around in his bedroom, alternating between being curled up on the bed watching telly and slumped in his chair half heartedly attempting his homework. He tried his best to stay in one place, as moving around just reminded him of the lack of anything between his legs, but every so often his mind would wonder and he would start to remember the strangely coloured monster that now resided there, tucked away, just waiting to be used...again. The thoughts would cause a familiar tightness bellow his belly button; the first signals of that same beast wanting to push its way out of his new, scaly slit, harden and be put to use. But he would catch himself in time and move to do something else before the lust overtook him and washed away the revulsion he had for the mutated thing he now sported instead of a normal, teen penis.

Eventually though he had to face the prospect of viewing his new appendage again, as the need to empty his bladder arrived. He acted on instinct at first; crossing the hall, pushing the door too then standing in front of the toilet bowl, dressing gown open. It was then, as Bobby stared down at his smooth, scaled crotch that he remembered he no longer had the usual hose to pee out of. He stood for a moment, perplexed, completely unsure of what to do next, when, to his amazement his body took over. The usually invisible slit parted slightly and a small tip of purple flesh slid its way out. Before he could react to what he was seeing, the odd coloured nipple pulsed and released a steady stream of urine directly into the bowl. Bobby let out an audible sigh as he released a pressure he hadn't realised had built up. Just as suddenly as it started, the pee stopped. There was none of the usual two or three spurts of finishing; it just ceased, then the little point of flash quickly returned back inside his body and his scaled groin sealed back up again.

Bobby stood there for a while longer, still looking down at his green and yellow coloured. banded crotch, the first look he'd had since exploring himself that morning. His hand involuntarily moved over the area and his thoughts slid back to the feelings of pleasure he'd gotten from stroking himself; of teasing out the whole of his disproportionably large meat and griping it tightly in his hand until orgasm. That familiar tightness returned and as he watched, the slit began to reappear.

"Bobby, is that you?" came the voice of his mother from just beyond the bathroom door.

Bobby instantly snapped to and wrapped his dressing gown around himself, his face burning red as his rapidly flowing blood was suddenly diverted.

"Y-yes mum, it's me." He stammered back as he tied up his robe then opened the door. His mother looked like she'd been crying for a while and it made Bobby feel a pang of guilt for being so mean to her, but between his disgust at her for not telling him about his origins and himself for almost succumbing to his desires, he couldn't look her in the face.

"I don't want to talk to you." He mumbled as he pushed his way past her. Before his mother could respond he darted into his room and slammed the door shut. A tear welled up in his eyes as he threw himself onto his bed, his mind overwhelmed by all the feelings and emotions of the day. He spent the rest of the day sprawled out, face down on his bed, periodically sobbing until he drifted off to sleep.

The sound of his alarm woke Bobby sharply. He slammed his hand down on the off button, then swung his legs round and sat up on the edge of the bed. He felt strangely rested, and stood up with a slight spring in his step. All the troubles of the previous day were forgotten in the short period of the waking mind. Up until he walked in front of his mirror that is, and the sight inside his open dressing gown caused his memory to come crashing back. The shock made him take a deep breath, before all of a sudden the full magnitude of the situation dawned on him and he shuddered with dread; today was a school day. He really, really didn't want to have to face all the other kids. If any of them found out who...what he was, his life would be made a living hell. But he knew that he couldn't just sit at home and dwell on his situation any more, shut up in his room, all alone, with just the thoughts he'd been having lately; he'd go mad.

With a heavy heart Bobby traipsed into the bathroom, slowly washed then returned to his bedroom and pulled his school uniform out from his draws. He laid it out on the bed before digging out his underwear and disrobing ready to get dressed. He purposely kept his back to the mirror as he stripped; not wanting to remind himself anymore of what he looked like. Carefully he stepped into his white briefs. It was a strange sensation pulling his pants up to his waist. There was no longer any protrusion to push out the front of his 'tight whities' and they instead sat flush against his crotch, much like a woman's panties. Amazingly, he could actually feel the cotton pressed against his scales. It was quite alluring. Out of a growing curiosity, he turned slightly towards his mirror, wondering just what he looked like with no package to fill out his briefs. It was surprisingly sexy. It was so smooth and rounded, even though he could still make out the ridges of his banded scales through the fabric, their colouring adding a slight green tint to his white underwear. As that tense lump started to grow in his crotch he tried his best to put such thoughts aside and continue getting dressed. But, as he stepped towards his bed to pick up his shirt he gasped loudly, as he felt the tight cotton of his underwear move against his scales. He couldn't believe how sensitive they were, so much more than his original thinly thatched abdomen. The feeling was so sensual.

The tightness between his legs quickly grew until he felt the pressure finally release, signalling the opening of his lizard like slit. He looked down open mouthed to see the front of his briefs beginning to tent as his penis started to slither out of his crotch. He gasped again and had to steady himself on his bed as his full length rapidly slid into his underpants. The earlier curiosity of what he looked like built again and he tilted his head just enough to watch in the mirror as the growth pushed out further and further, stretching the fabric so tight that the elasticised legs pulled away from his thighs. Bobby could quite easily see the purple mass of his meat through the gap and he realised with a little bit of horror, he liked what he saw.

As sensitive as his scales were, it was nothing compared to the feel of his lizard like boyhood sliding against the cotton insides of his underwear and he shuddered uncontrollably. It wasn't long until Bobby was fully erect; the front of his pants pulsing as the massive contents throbbed, straining the fabric to its limits. The bulging tip started to darken, signalling the release of pre, the damp patch soon growing to encompass the whole of the front as his plentiful juices rapidly oozed out and down his cock.

Bobby's breathing grew shallow from the feel of gradually being pleasured by his underwear. He couldn't help but reach down with his spare hand, sliding it under his stretched leg bands, his heart pounding as his finger tips came into contact with the hot, slimy flesh inside. Eagerly wrapping his fingers around the thick base he gave his cock a firm squeeze, causing his legs to buckle and his head to pitch back as he orgasmed. He landed on his knees and threw his head back forwards just in time to see a thick wad of cum shoot through the sodden front of his briefs and splat against the wall next to the mirror. He clamped his hand down harder as he rode the waves of pleasure, two more giant spurts of lizard-boy spunk firing out his engorged tip, leaving long trails along the floor, before the rest of his pent up seed bubbled into his underpants.