Later that night

Several hours later Adam stood in his bedroom, naked, in front of a full length mirror. After he was used by full he had rushed home blushing with shame but, by the time he made it home he immediately began to get hard thinking about what he had just done. Now after being face-fucked only a handful of hours earlier, Adam wanted more.

He wanted to feel cum flowing down his slutty throat, he wanted to be used and above all he wanted to feel Chris's cock stretching out his tight, virgin hole. Looking down at his naked body he realised that he had become much more feminine after his ordeal. He had lost most of his muscle tone, become slender at the waist, his cock had shrunk to a mere, near useless three inches in length and perhaps most noticeable was his complete loss of body hair, not to mention the fattening of his ass.

His cock was still rock hard yet, he no longer craved a tight wet hole to stick it in. Instead he wanted to be rammed like the cheap slut he is.

Adam slapped his ass feeling the soft, bounciness of it, then pulled out the card that had the address of Chris on. He had come home earlier with the intent of never seeing him again, had convinced himself that he had been used, manipulated even. Now he knew the truth. He had wanted it and now he wanted more.