Russell weighed his options as he stared at the super models on his wallpaper and on his walls. He looked down at his cock, tenting the mesh gym shorts he was wearing obscenely far. There was a large wet spot of precum on the front on his pants. "Fuck", he muttered under his breath with his rapidly deepening teenaged voice, "I'm so horny. I just jacked off not too long ago. Why am I so horny!", he wondered outloud.
He couldn't take his eyes off of the supermodel. Her tits were huge and were causing strange things in his loins. He knew he just had to jack it, blow another huge load, give into the changes. He stared down at himself, the bushes of smelly pit hair sticking out from under his now impressive biceps, the thick strands of chest hair that had busted out of his chest, the full, unbroken trail of hair from his stomach to the hairy bush in his jeans. Not to mention, his huge hairy sized 14 feet, which were letting off a stench that seemed to be turning him on hven more, along with the BO coming from his newly hairy pits. His hand, now calloused, larger, and hairier, was reaching from his cock. His sex drive was too much; he couldn't resist it.
At that moment, the old Russell broke through! He knew that if he gave in now, he would be past the point of no return. He would give in, his brain dropping into his pants. He would be another dumb football jock, who only cared about football and what hole to shoot his next, hefty load in.
Russell quicky got up, shucked his clothes off and ran to the bathroom. His hard cock was swaying side to side and his hairy nuts were slapping back and forth. He ran into the shower and turned the shower on as cold as he could. The sudden shock made him gasp, but it worked. His cock and libido slowly came down. Within a few minutes, he had a fully soft cock. The cock, however, looked so much bigger than his older one. Russell remained in the shower, just to be safe. He had a dull aching throb in his balls that he knew was blue balls. Fuck, he had wanted to get off so badly!
Russell got out of the shower and dried himself. He looked in the mirror and gasped!
Some of the changes had receded! Maybe the cold water had helped, or maybe mentally fighting the changes! His chest now only had about a dozen hairs in the center and a cluster around his nipples, albeit they were quite thick and long. Likewise, his treasure highway had receded into a much smaller, but still thick, trail. His face no longer had stubble on it, but more the wispy hairs that teenagers early on in puberty get! He smiled and raised his arms in the air in victory! Thats when he saw his pit bushes had recedided slightly as well. They were still very hairy, and they still stuck out with his arms at his sides, but it was not the jungle it was before! Giving them a quick sniff, he saw they still smelled, but no where near as bad.
Russell looked down and saw that his set hasn't changed that much. It was still huge, hairy, and dangling between his thighs. His balls, likewise, were still huge, totally capable of flooding his system with testosterone and hormones if he wasn't careful! Looking past his set, he saw his feet, likewise, were still size 14 and hairy.
Russell was still happy, though. He would take any vistory, no matter how small!
All the excitement and changes to his body finally caught up to him when he was totally dried off. He was crashing, hard. He threw on the jockstrap that was on the floor, and went to bed shirtless. He was asleep within minutes.
Unfortunately for Russell, however, Coach was creeping up the stairs shortly after that with an mp3 player and a pair of headphones. He slipped them on the sleeping teenagers head. "Don't you worry", Coach chuckled under his breath; "That cold shower you had was only a minor setback, if that. A tiny speedbump".
And with that, Coach pressed play on the mp3 player. Within seconds, the tape began to play. Russell moaned softly as his cock became pounding erect in seconds. It was leaking precum all over the bed and his jockstrap, as well. Russell began to sweat, permeating the room with the musty smell of teenage boy.
Coach turned out the light and let the tape do it's magic. He would leave Russell with it on overnight, letting the tape slowly break down the part of Russell still fighting back. Just as he was closing the door, he heard Russell grunt loudly, followed by the telltale soft splattering sound of Russell releasing a huge load in his pants and bed. Coach laughed quietly, thinking of the surprise his boy was in for the next morning, and locked the door.