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Never admitted to this in real life, but in middle school I used to pad out my briefs with a rolled up ankle sock 🧦

At that age, boys got pantsed on the regular.  Especially those of us still wearing ‘tighty whities.’  Wouldn’t see me naked until 9th grade but was already self-conscious from comparing with cousins.  Knew it didn’t measure up to theirs

My father was a well hung man, go figure. Always filled out his jockeys like an alpha, which I admired.  But when wearing them, I’d realize how loose that fabric draped around my dinky.  Knew I needed some help so started stuffing

Loved seeing a massive bulge between my legs.  Wore the sock for quite a few months before it fell out while running laps!  But thankfully I had on long sweatpants to hide it!

After that I wasn’t risking a reputation as the dude who stuffs his drawers.  Showering for aquatics class would soon expose my “little peck” anyway...  Hoped to grow a massive manhood like my Dad by then but never did.

Any other guys ever pump up their package? 

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I always wore tight jeans in middle school, well I started noticing that other guys were bigger than me in the locker rooms so I decided to stuff in 8th grade, after about day 3 of stuffing this girl said I never noticed a bulge before, are you stuffing your pants? I turned beat red and she figured it out and said oh my God you are stuffing.

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Well I guess we have always been there at least once in our life. 

Before anyone tells me that Im not fit in the small range - my flacid is quite small (1-2 inches)and I have really small testicles also , no bulge at all,  so yes I really felt I need the stuffing.

I have stuffed my underwear one of my winter socks half. Carefully rolled it to look like a tube - or a real penis. and put it in my underwear. First: it was really uncomfortable. Because of the fabric "winter style" it really concentrate the heat in there. So I was sweating like a horse :D
Second: it started to move around and push my dick to strange shapes ...so I have took it out of my pants and never used it again. 
Not to mention: I felt guilt to lie about this. I tought it would be obvious if anyone see me naked that I have stuffed my underwear...and that would be very embarressing for me. And doesn't wanted to start a relationship with a lie. If someone likes me - likes me with my dick at it is.

So I do not suggest anyone to try stuffing. 

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Ordered my packer from comfypacks.com & can’t wait to see how I look with one stuffed.  Think this is what I needed to feel more like a man, which isn’t easy when you are still boy sized.  I’m willing to do whatever it takes to not feel inferior among other males my age.  All I‘ve begged God for since puberty was to just be like “one of the guys . . .”  And to get bigger!  

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When fully matured, my dick only reached a max size of 2 inches soft.  Usjally it was smaller than that at times, depending.  But even then I never fealt the need to stuff.  I'm really not out to impress anyone, and Indefinitely don't want to lead another gjy that I'm packing more than what I have.

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Fear of being outed by some unexpected reveal as a ‘stuffer’ (together with the ultimate futility of it all, in the end she’s gonna know the truth) kept me honest.

We weren’t above pulling a good practical joke, however.

A buddy of mine who I used to prowl around with chasing girls and I once got an offer from a guy we knew not so well. He said that he could deliver a triple date with 3 girls who’d just been sent to a foster home after getting into some ill-defined sort of ‘trouble’.

Although my buddy and I didn’t know exactly what *sort* of trouble, we calculated that this might very well indicate that they might be pretty easy, so we agreed.

Our third wheel needed us because we had an old car and he only had shoe leather. The girls were located in the country, so we were in the cat bird seat.

On the appointed day we were heading out to the rendezvous location. The girls didn’t want for us to roll up to their front door, and -to be honest- I didn’t think that was a very good idea either.

My buddy was driving and, at an agreed upon point, I said; “Hey ****, stop at the grocery store so that I can get a banana for my pants.”

**** (who actually had a reputation for being pretty well hung) played his part to perfection, saying; “you know, I think I’m going to pack a banana tonight too, I don’t want you looking better than me!”

Our third wheel, who was alone in the backseat didn’t take very long to ask us WTF we were talking about. As matter-of-faculty as we could we told him that nothing inflamed the sexual passions of a ‘loose’ teenage girl as much as the outline of what looks like a large, erect ‘dick’ in your drawers.

He wasn’t buying it, at first, but he began to come around when we told him not to worry, that we had NO intention of letting him ‘banana-pack’ and compete with us.

What we’re told we can’t have, we WANT. He demanded to be allowed to ‘pack’. We put up a bit of resistance, then capitulated and stopped at the market to buy 3 big yellow bananas and were on our way.

The onset of darkness made it easy to be sure that, by the time we got there, he was the ONLY one with a banana in his jeans, of course.

The ensuing mayhem, when his date discovered that he had a “g**damn banana” in his pants unfortunately caused a general breakdown in civility that led to NONE of us getting laid that night.

But my buddy and I laughed about it, off and on, down through the years up to a couple of years ago, when my old friend died of a heart attack very similar to the one that I had.

Those were Good Times.

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Every day I rush out to my P.O. Box, praying that my mail order manhood was finally delivered.  20 days later, still got nothin... FML!  Am I just meant to always be a tiny dick loser in my life? Maybe the universe is telling me I need to stop pretending and just accept that I am never going to get bigger...  Well played...

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I don't think I ever did it in public, but I spent hours in front of the full length mirror I had in my room, carefully sculpturing the bulge I prayed to the gene God for. (I and my best friend imagined him as a disheveled Big Lebowski type named Gene, who really can't be bothered to care about his job all that much and does it rather haphazardly.) There was a kid in our school whose bulge was a topic of discussion among the girls, so we always started out trying to recreate his bulge, but those sessions would inevitably end up with us looking like something out of a Japanese porn comic.

Another anecdote I know is (thankfully) not mine, and was probably a bit exaggerated for comic effect:  a friend told me that when he was 11 or so he started stuffing, not even really understanding why, yet, just loving the feeling —  and then totally went overboard. "I was basically walking around like this, at some point" he said and walked like super-pregnant Mia Farrow in Rosemary's Baby for a few steps. :D Apparently his dad had to have a wildly awkward conversation about this with him. 

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