Jeff/Jennifer surveyed the results of his masturbation session, breathing heavily as he did so. A small part of him felt both disgusted and ashamed at what he had done, but another part of him remembered the pleasure that had gone through his body both before and during the onset of orgasm, and wanted to experience it again.
As he stood up, trying to get paper towels to scrub the cum off the walls of the shower stall, he felt a strong wave of vertigo go through his body. To his alarm, he felt even taller than he had before. A quick check in the bathroom mirror showed him that his body had expanded yet again, to even more alarming proportions. Though the changes weren't nearly as pronounced as before, they were still there. By far the most obvious change was the growing amount of hair that had suddenly sprouted all over his body. Both his arms and legs were covered in a thin, but dark, coating of hair. His chest also had the beginnings of a fine forest of hair covering it, leading down to a thin treasure trail that went down to his enormous cock. Much to his chagrin, his cock had grown even more and was once again fully erect, nearly a foot and a half in length and showing no signs of shrinking.
His muscles had doubled in size yet again, giving him a solid ten-pack across his abs, and the appearence of medicine balls instead of biceps. Curious, Jeff/Jennifer flexed his muscles and flashed a million dollar smile. His muscles were one thing that separated him from the rest of the crowd, and would certainly help when he tried out for the football team.
He shook his head. "Where did that thought come from," he asked himself. Suddenly realization dawned on him. The curse was beginning to affect his mind as well as his body. As he thought of sports, he suddenly got a thrill at the prospect of playing football...and basketball as well given his near seven foot tall physique. His mind wandered to the cheerleaders on the sidelines, and involuntarily his hand began to stroke his cock again...
"NO!" he shouted, not at all alarmed by the deep tenor that his voice had become, "I have to fight this!" His will set, he rushed into his room, only to stop midway.
The pink paint that had been on his wall was gone, replaced with a much more neutral beige. His bed was now a king size mattress and little else. While the pictures of cute boys and makeup on the table remained, it was easy to see that the life of Jennifer was disappearing bit by bit.