No, and he has a lot to think about

He could always just stop before he cums right?
His sex felt so hot he was sure he could cook an egg on it and a small wet spot was surely slowly enveloping his boxers. He hadn't yet taken the chance to get a close look at his new parts, aside from a brief look right after he realized the change, and once last night when he woke up at 3am needing to pee. A part of him worried that if he got a chance to really examine it he'd be too tempted to jill off. Another part of him feared that if he did finally get a closer look it would only cement the fact that it was really happening for him.
If he just ran to his room or **** his hot friends or **** himself to sleep every time the topic came up then maybe he could live in blissful ignorance until this nightmare was over. Last night was especially hard however, aside from the unexpected and nerve wracking trip to the bathroom in the middle of the night, he had **** himself to try and sleep at 3pm. Most of the time was spent squirming in bed tossing and turning. It turns out sleeping a whole day away is more difficult than it sounds. The squirming hadn't helped his **** attempts to ignore his reality either. The seam on the inside of his boxers kept rubbing up against him whenever he moved. At a certain point in the night, while laying prone hugging a pillow to his face, he found he could rub against the seam on purpose in he shifted his hips a little. He justified his behavior as simply trying to find a comfortable position for his legs, but it was long before he was grinding into the bed. It wasn't enough to get him off, and the thought definitely occurred to him that his ministrations would be more effective if he pulled his boxers up higher until it gave him a wedgie, but he was interrupted by Frank's frantic knocks on the door.
Adam didn't dare move a muscle to alert Frank to his whereabouts. Adam had made sure to lock the door but he could hear Frank pleading for Adam to come out and talk to him about something that had happened. Adam was insatiably horny, but he was far more afraid in that moment than horny. Even at the risk of blue vulva he laid as still as he could and Frank slowly lost hope in getting any answers.
Shitty as it was Adam couldn't handle the consequences of his actions in that moment, not on top of everything else he was dealing with. He knew he would have liked having someone there to console him when he woke up in the same position, and despite Adam's bout of animalistic lust for Franks cock, they were friends. Frank eventually left and Adam's guilt kept him from dry humping the bed long enough for him to fall asleep.

Adam still felt bad about what he did to Frank, and now he had a lot of complicated thoughts about the prospect of being sexually attracted to his own dad, but he kept replaying the events that played out in bed yesterday. Frankly his guilt and shame over Frank and his dad played into it too. He remembered the weirdly sexual recordings of the robot voice from the 800 number calling him a good girl. He imagined the same voice calling him a bad girl as he rubbed the outside of his pants thinking about his dad railing him. He thought about Frank getting mad after finding out what Adam had done to him and stripping him naked to fuck him. The thought didn't even make much sense because Frank, presumably had a pussy now, but it was a heated imaginary scenario regardless. Besides, perhaps Adam was in more of a unique situation than he had thought. Maybe Frank didn't grow a pussy and instead his dick just grew like intended. In fact, maybe it grew more than intended and just got ridiculously big. The idea of Frank bursting in mad as hell with a 12 foot long horse cock fucking Adam raw sent shivers up his spine, no matter how ludicrous the lewd image was.

Adam was too afraid to put his hand under his pants, but as he had learned the day before he didn't need to in order to stimulate himself. He had his legs tucked up near his chest spread apart as he was slowly rubbing the outside of his crotch. He bit his lip as he imagined a monster cock Frank and his dad double teaming him and calling him a slew of dirty names. He hadn't had an orgasm with his new genitals yet but he could feel he was close that something was coming, when all of a sudden his phone on the desk started buzzing. The sound of it vibrating hard off the cheap plywood distracted him. He had a moment where he genuinely considered if his manhood was worth it. He hadn't eaten since yesterday and forcing himself to sleep a full 18 hours had strangely only made him more tired. His stomach growled and his brain was foggy. He was not in the right state of mind to make any kind of logical decision, and his pussy felt like it was a nuclear reactor full of ants. He could try to rationalize it further that he would get right to the edge and stop, or maybe cumming one time wouldn't hurt, but really he just desperately needed to get off. The phone buzzed again to remind him that someone was still trying to call him and Adam knew he would have to make a decision.