Does Adam man up and finally take charge?

He needed Christine!

His cock twitched!

But no, he needed Christine to help him learn and to pass these courses. If he failed them, his life would become hell! He had to calm down, to stop feeling so aroused. Or did he?

He remembered the way that Devon and Clark had watched and succumbed to his improved penis.

How would Christine react to his stunning spear of meat? Would she succumb like his classmates in the shower? Or would she stay strong, and take charge? Scold him, for his neglect, for jerking off? And punish him?

Adam shuddered, and another big drop of precum fell down to the ground. He took once again a really good look at his engorged and hulking erection, and made a decision:

No!
What gave Christine the right to push him around?
Why should he care about some humiliating video or some silly promise?
Why should he let himself be bothered by some bad grades?
Why should he submit to Christine?
He finally had the tremendous cock of his dreams. Why stick to old habits, why live in the past? When he now had this massive tool, that could get him anything he wanted and desired?

Adam decided to finally man up, and to take charge.

So why should he have to hide his throbbing erection at all? To hell with modesty!
He deserved respect!
He deserved to be admired!
Like the hung studs in his favorite porn videos. He wanted a girl on her knees in front of him, and his cock down her throat.
Christine could count herself lucky, because she was going to be that girl. Adam would make her the first to have this privilege, the first to really worship his monster cock.

He decided to discard his last piece of clothing as well, and to greet Christine fully naked. He pulled of his shirt, and threw it onto his desk. Everything seemed settled in his mind.
But Adam's eyes followed the trajectory of his shirt, and when he saw it landing on his desk, right next to the bottle of "Growth X" pills, it got him thinking again:

The pills.

He got reminded of the warnings in the fine-print.

Elimination of sexual morals.

And suddenly he wasn't so sure of himself anymore, doubts crept back into his consciousness.

Did he have the right to just **** himself on Christine? Wasn't this morally objectionable?

He opened the bottle with the pills and took a really good look at them.

He had only taken a handful of them. How could something so little mess with his head in such a major way?
Had he lost all concept of right and wrong already?
Was the only thing that mattered the urges of his massive cock?