Chris was shocked to see that even his own room had changed to suit his new body. It was messy and musky, used jockstraps scattered across the floor along with pit stained tank tops. Chris crinkled his nose knowing that is the exact smell coming from his new pits right now. He needed to find a way to undo this mess before he turned into his friend.
Chris stepped into the bathroom to check himself out. He saw what could only be described as an 18 year old stud. He has piercing blue eyes with wavy blond hair. His golden stubble thick but not too thick. He lifted his large hand to feel his rough face; the stubble going from his face down his neck where it meets with Chris' forest of dark blond chest fur. Chris felt his thick pecs underneath his tight shirt, feeling the hair and his larger nipples. Chris was disgusted by his new form, but a small part of his mind was telling him to embrace it.
Chris shook his head and pulled his hand out. His cock was beginning to press again his shorts, growing to an enormous 10 inches erect. "fffuck not again" Chris whispered - even his whispered voice was deep and rumbling. He needed to do something to focus, but his schoolbooks and study guides were missing from his room - how would be calm down?