Joel shook his hands, forcing his hands away from his loins. He burned with desire, his body sweating with heat, lust and fear. He forced himself upwards, struggling again and again with such urges, he struggled to walk.
Cutting through the steam, he located the door. He cursed, the door was locked. Joel took a deep breath and rammed the door. It buckled. He rammed it again. It buckled once more. A third time and the door swung open.
Joel collapsed back into the hallway once again, sharply inhaling at the sudden change back into normal room temperature. Carefully, he rose back onto his feet, and raced to slam the door shut. Whatever force was in there needed to stay there, Joel thought. He shivered, folding his arms around his body.
“Blasted cold,” He muttered. He turned down, calming somewhat as his dick went soft. He frowned slightly, concerned by the fact it was two inches longer, and his balls had grown enough in size for it to be noticeable.
Joel turned down the hall. He needed to find some clothes, get Chris and leave. This house was cursed. Joel walked down the hall, beginning to shiver. He wondered down a few halls until he soon stopped by a door. It seemed as good as anything. He opened it, and found an unremarkable bedroom. There as a bed, a little side table, and a chest.
Sighing, with no clothes in sight, Joel decided to try his luck with the chest. Approaching it, he was surprised that it was unlocked, as he slowly opened it. Inside, there was some clothing, but what was it?