As Chris got out of the car, his pendulous cock swung in his loose gym shorts, smacking around. As he walked, it swayed and slapped against his incredibly furry thighs. He was beginning to chub up a bit. Fuck he could feel hormones and testosterone racing around in his head. He was getting horny.... Again! He scratched at his thick chest curls poking out from the top of his tank top. He made his way to the locker room, since he was afraid he would pop a huge boner in the middle of the school hallway.
He entered the locker room and made his way to his locker. His 3 football pals were all there, Ryan, Jeremy, and Kyle. He was good friends with all of them and they hung out all the time. All three were very good looking. About as good looking as Chris was before all of this happened. They were all shirtless and changing, having just worked out in the gym. "Hey guys, how is it going? I'm having a really bad day and it's good to see you!", Chris begins. They all turned and gave him a dirty look.
"What the fuck do you want, you hairy pig?", Ryan sneered. Chris was shocked. Kyle leaned against the locker; "yeah stinky, what do you want?".
Chris didn't know what to say. These were his old friends. "Ummm" Chris stuttered, at a loss of words. His eyes were suddenly drawn to the brown sweaty bush of hair growing under his friend Kyle's arm. It stuck out as he was leaning on a locker. Chris felt an intense stirring in his groin.
Jeremy walked over; "We know what he wants.", he says. Jeremy lifts up a muscular arm and his armpit was on full view, only a couple feet away from Chris' face. Chris couldn't say anything, he was entrances by his former friends bush.
Jeremy began to slowly scratch the hairs with his fingers, and took a long sniff. Within seconds, his thick rod is harder than he had ever been before, throbbing and pounding, tenting his shorts obscenely. He couldn't look away, it was like he was hypnotized. He had no idea what was happening to him! Was he getting turned on by his friends pits?! He was straight!
That was when it hit him; his fetish! Madam Illusia had given him an armpit fetish! Oh my god! Chris was so grossed out, but he couldn't look away. "Come on you pig, you know you want it. It stinks, because we just liften weights.
Chris stared mouth agape; he was so turned on. His increased fluid production meant his cock was leaking precum in a constant drip, ruining his shorts and pooling on the floor.
His face mere inches away from his former friends stinky pit. Chris doesn't think he can fight back. Should he just give in?!?