Ben quickly looked away from his reflection before he got too aroused, scared of hosing down another room with more bull cum. He racked his brain on how to reverse this. Surely, he could put in new changes to counter the first ones, or at least make them more manageable. All his plans went out the window when he heard the front door open and close. There was the clatter of shoes being kicked off and keys tossed on the table. Only one person made such a loud entrance.
"Are you home, dweeb?"
His sister.
Any hopes of fixing this mess discretely quickly evaporated. The thought of another person seeing his beastly cock swinging between his legs made him whimper and blush.
"Ben, why the hell are your pants in the middle of the floor?" She shouted up to him.
"Uhm. I spilt something on them, Just getting some new clothes. Sorry!" He called back.
First step was new pants. There had to be something that could contain his overfilled bull balls. He made his way to the dresser, rummaging around the underwear drawer. Everything was different now as reality filled his drawers with new clothing. All that was left were tighty wighties, but their shape was odd. The strips of cloth all came together around what looked like a large bag. It was better than nothing he supposed. He slid the underwear up his legs, obstructed by his dangling nut sack. The flustered teen wrestled with his over-sized genitals. It was humiliating having to struggle to handle his awkwardly sized balls. Finally his junk dropped into place inside the sack. Unfortunately, the embarrassment was only made worse by the underwear. Rather than compress or hide his obscenity, it held everything snuggled together into one gigantic bulge. He looked he had stuffed his crotch with balloons and a sock. The tiny briefs and the gigantic crotch bulge only emphasized the dichotomy of his boyish body and obscene manhood. It lifted and pushed everything forward so that the stuffed sack jutted out in front of him. Combine this with the fact that he was forced to lean backwards from the weight, he looked like he was sticking his junk in peoples faces. The sensations were worse too. He lightly bounced on the spot and watch the sack of flesh violently bounce and wobble. He could feel the sensitive flesh slide against the silky fabric and the pull of his hefty balls. It was too much for the shy teenager. In the span of a few minutes, he had gone from the body of a sexually naive boy to that of a full blown, exhibitionist porn star.
He moaned and whimpered to himself at the ways his body had been perverted.