"Whoa! Whoa! Hold on! Wait!" John finally exclaimed, despite what his hormones were telling him. He forcibly sat up, and the woman looked up, appearing very annoyed.
"Cut!" yelled someone nearby. John turned and saw a tubby, bearded and balding man frowning at him, and another guy looking up from a professional looking video camera. It was only then that John realized the "summer heat" he'd been feeling was coming from some very bright lamps arranged around the bed, and that, if he squinted against the glare, a boom mike was hanging over the bed.
"Whatthehelliswrong now, John?!" demanded the bearded, balding guy. "She's the best in the business, or are guys more your type? Or did you just forget your 'lines' again?"
The last was added with heavy sarcasm.
Fighting panic, John quickly pulled the sheet over himself. He didn't recall the sheets being satin before, and feeling them slide across his manhood nearly made him come...
"I, uh, I've got to take a piss!" John stammered, saying the first thing to come to his mind.
"A PISS?!?" yelled the bald guy. Beside him the cameraman rolled his eyes, and pulled out a cigarette. "How the hell can you pee with that thing erect?!"
He was pointing at the huge bulge in the satin sheet. John looked down, eyes wide. Not that he'd been small before, but... He quickly peeked below the sheet, and felt his jaw drop. He was HUGE!
"I dunno, I just do!" he quickly said, heading for the hotel room's bathroom.
Once inside, he looked into the mirror. A muscular young stud, hairless chest, body, genitals, stared back at him-- huge dick and balls begging for release. He looked at his face and saw he was rather generically good looking-- black hair-- messed up from being in bed-- clean shaven, angular face, blue eyes. Wow. What had happened? How? Who was he?!?
Now what?