Russell smelled the delicious food. Man he could really go for some of that! His thoughts lazily drifted off, thinking about stuffing his face. He scratched his hairy chest as his mind drifted. It smelled like a feast in the kitchen! All of the food! All he had to do was to give in! His hand lazily trailed down from his chest rug, down his hairy torso, and began fondling his large hairy balls. Shit he was still horny, too. His massive cock slowly filled with blood, becoming harder and harder. Within a few seconds it was fully erect, jutting out from the massive tuft of lubes, precum leaking out from the tip. "Fuck, this new cock is so high maintenance. Why do I have to be so horny all the time!", he muttered in frustration.
He began reaching down his big, hairy mitt to take care of his problem when he stopped himself. He had to escape. It didn't matter if he was horny or if he was hungry. He had to get away before Coach got back. Looking down at his hairy, musclebound body, he shuttered. He didn't want to get even hairier or more manly. His cock was hard and aching, but he knew if he gave in, then that might be it. Likewise, if he gave into the food, he could turn into a full jock for good! All he wanted to do though, was stuff his face, and go back upstairs and masturbate to the posters of the supermodels.
He grabbed his head and shook it. No! He must not give in! He was a skinny, gay, nerd, no matter what his body now was! He had to fight and find a way to change back. He lumbered over to the kitchen drawers and began hunting for the key to escape. His hard rod stuck out a good 10 inches from his body and he had to be careful not to smack it as he searched. It was dripping precum like a faucet all over his hairy legs and the floor. Fuck, being a jock was so gross!
Russell began to sweat from all the effort of frantically searching. He felt the thick hairy bushes under his arms begin to get wet with sweat. He sniffed them experimentally. Jesus, he fucking reeked! He needed some deodorant, and quick. Russell's new body odor, however, had a curious effect on him. He became even more poundingly hard. His BO was turning him on even more! Fuck he had to focus. He had mere minutes before he knew he would give in and have to jack his huge rod. His hairy hand reached down and cupped his hairy nuts. A little bit of pre spurted out. He moaned. That was it. Russell knew he had to jack off, and now! Just as he wrapped his hand around his throbbing erection, he spied a key in the drawer! That was it! That was coaches key. He let go of his cock and lunged for the key. He was frightened by how close he had come to losing himself. He snatched the key and moaned a sigh of relief. Now, it was time to get out of here before Coach came back!