He noticed that his chest felt considerably jigglier.

Still panting from the exertion, he felt weight shifting on his chest. Dread started spreading through his core, dousing the afterglow coursing through his veins. This couldn't mean...

Slowly he looked down. On his hairless chest, his second-worst fear was realized: Where before he had been completely flat, his pecs were now undeniably covered by small breasts crowned with pink nipples and coinsized areolas.

Adam gulped. While before, he could hide his body quite easily, now it would be a problem. He considered pretending to have worked out his pecs, but the pointy nipples pretty much ruined any chance at that.

While he was still thinking himself into a frenzy, the front door opened. His mother was back! How long had he... jumping up, he kicked his discarded clothes under the bed and jumped under the covers.

His mother rattled around in the kitchen a bit while Adam was lying in bed cursing himself for jumping in naked. Every movement dragged the most sensitive parts of his body across the silken sheets his mother had gifted him for his last birthday. Only his recent orgasm prevented him going down the slippery slope of lust.

A few minutes later, his mom entered his room with a tablet on which she carried a cup of tea and some hard bread. The food made Adam remember the jolly green giant that had been inside of him. With a sinking feeling in his stomach, he threw a glance under his desk. There, still shiny with his juices, the cucumber was lying in plain sight.

Adam looked back at his mom who noticed the flush on his face and once again mistook arousal for sickness.

"You poor thing," she cooed, "you look like you're burning up!"

With that, she set down the tablet and felt his forehead.

"Hm, definitely hotter than normal," Adam's mom mused. He himself could only stare at her and hope she would not turn around and notice a certain something on the floor behind her.

"You're staying in bed today, mister. Drink your tea and eat something if you feel like it." With that, she stood up and turned around. Adam's heart leapt into his throat, but his mother only went to close his window. As she turned back around and gave Adam a loving smile, her nose crinkled a bit.

'Is that smell... no, impossible. Probably something from outside,' she thought. She left the room and closed the door with a "Get well soon!"

Adam's heart was racing. This was getting a bit much for him - changes to his body, impossible secrets, this everburning lust...

Exhausted, he drifted off into a fitful sleep, thighs unconsciously rubbing together.