Against the odds, he can.

'Crap, crap, crap,' Adam thought, ''not now! Algebra, pineapples on pizza, Mrs Miller's hairy wart!'

By focusing his thoughts on boring and unappealing things, Adam made it through the shower, only to be faced with the next hurdle. Drying himself off. Was this sensitivity even normal? Or was it the pills? Staring at a cracked tile in one corner, he carefully rubbed himself down with a towel, careful not to stimulate himself too much. He was halfway successful - he was dry, his nipples throbbed only a little and his pussy was barely even wet!

Maybe he could deal with this after all! Maybe his life wasn't totally ruined!

'Yeah, right. Fat chance,' he thought, dressing himself in boxers, jeans and two shirts. There! His nipples where barely noticeable like this. Lunch would be manageable like this and afterwards, he would think about a way out of the whole mess.

He hadn't considered about how his loose boxers would bunch up around his snatch now that his dick was gone or how that would rub his sensitive little nub. It wasn't much, but every step towards the kitchen made his libido rise little by little. It wasn't that bad, though! He could totally deal with it.

As he stepped into the kitchen, his mother greeted him with a "Sit down, sweetie, the food's almost done" and a loving smile.

"Tha-- hngh, thanks, mom," Adam said sitting down. He had squished his bunched up boxers into his slowly lubricating cunt and could only just keep himself from moaning out loud.

"Are you alright, Adam? You're not hurting anywhere, are you?," his mother asked, worried.

"Y-yeah, just, uh, sat on my balls," Adam lied. 'What a joke. My balls. Hardee-har.'

"Young man, please do not use those kind of words at the table," his mom admonished him, putting the noodles through a strainer.

"Sorry, I promise."

Adam's mom set down a big plate of spaghetti carbonara down in front of him. It smelled heavenly, as it always did when his mother made a homecooked meal. If only his pussy wasn't getting so wet from the fabric digging into it...

"Dig in before it get's cold, sweetie," his mother smiled, munching down on the first fork of spaghetti.

"W-what? Ah, yeah." Adam started eating, unconsciously doubling over a bit due to the building feeling of emptiness in his lower body. After a few minutes of eating, his left hand crept between his thighs, pressing down on his mound in a futile attempt to suppress the feelings coming from below. A slight sheen of sweat was building on his skin.

"You're not alright, are you, Adam? You look sick. Is it your stomach?," his mother asked full of compassion.

"Nnn, yeah, I think so," Adam replied. It was more or less the same region, so it wasn't quite a lie, right?

"Oh, you should have told me! This isn't what you should eat with a stomach flu! Alright, you go lie down, get some sleep, I'll go and buy some medicine and something you can eat."

Adam's mom put down her fork and tidied up both their plates, while her horny son looked on with a face that grew more and more flushed. Hurriedly, his mother gave him a kiss on the forehead and left for the store.

"Bye, sweetie, I'll be back soon!"

Adam stood up and tried to think through the haze of arousal clouding his mind.