Russell realizes Coach is only going to make things worse, he needs to try to get Coach out of the house so he can try to figure out a way to stop this. Despite his urge to jack off again and blow his load, Russell manages to thing clearly enough to fake an escape from his room.
Russell grabs his bed sheets and ties them together, not even thinking twice about touching the fresh and dried cum stains that he made from previous jack off sessions. He opens his window and throws the sheets out to try and make it appear that he ran out from his room on the 2nd floor of his house. Russell then hides inside his shower and hopes his fathe---Coach doesn't notice. Inside the cramped shower, Russell notices he is a lot larger and feels almost claustrophobic; his pounding cock demanding attention and leaking precum into the shower. Russell uses all his remaining willpower to stop himself from touching himself - his eyes are almost watering from the dank odor coming from his new body.
Shortly after, Russell hears Coach unlock the door and enter the room. Coach circles the room for a second and looks out the window before muttering to himself, "Damn boy actually grew the balls to run away from me, heh I guess I'm to blame for that actually. He sure isn't going to be hard to track with those pits and feet of his though." Coach then walks out of the room, leaving the door open.
Russell waits to hear his father exit the house, listening for the door chime of the house alarm. Russell breathes a sigh of relief, but notices that he was fondling his heavy balls absentmindedly. Russell jerks his hand away and leaps out of the shower before his musk overpowers him. Russell peeks out his window and sees his dad's car leaving the house. Russell knows he probably bought himself a couple minutes before his dad--Coach wises up.
Russell makes his way to Coach's study, cursing to himself when he realizes he has adopted the heavy gait that jocks use - his cock and balls swaying at full mast is distracting but Russell knows he's almost in the clear. Russell can't help but scratch his hairy chest and rub his growing pecs as he walks - he needs to find an answer and fast.