
I thought it was a joke at first when Kyle locked in me inside his bedroom… we’d just had a fight about life goals and the like. Maybe it wasn’t my place because I’d only known him for a few months via work but I knew he could do better with a little motivation to clean up his act. I had hoped coming over would show I was serious about helping him. Now I’m stuck trying to get out of his room!
Banging on the door didn’t work, yelling didn’t work, and there was no cell reception or window I could jump out of. Not only that but it was getting hot. I looked around and saw sports and gaming posters on the wall and a dirty, stained carpet with clothes littered everywhere. It smelled like a locker room too! I looked around and found empty liquor bottles, pot, and the like. There were even used condoms around the trash can on the effing floor!
I was trying to get out when the itching started and I had to take off my clothes to see what was happening. I saw a dusting of hair beginning to grow out on my chest, and my armpits were itchy as fuck. I walked around looking for anything that would help me get out but I was getting dizzy so I sat down in front of the mirror.
At first I swore my eyes were playing tricks but then I saw more chest hair growing. I felt it with my hands and it was real, and my hands were bigger also. It was so hot and it was getting harder to concentrate. I knew I needed to get out… of… m-my room… but why? There’s a guy… him! Ugh I don’t know. It’s just so hot in here and my d-dong stick… my fuckstick… UGH… My phatty dong. Shit! It’s so hard! WTF is wrong with my head, I can’t think for shit!
Maybe some gaming will help. I better have a handle of vodka in here too because it’s about the only thing I can think of that will calm me the fuck down! Actually fuck all that, I’m just gunna jack my phat dong off and try to shoot my load on the wall, haha.







