The itchiness is spreading.

Kicking his pants off completely, Carl finally had a good view of what was happening to him. His penis was throbbing, for starters; now free from the confines of the jeans, the pain had subsided a little but it was still rock hard and eager. Carl's thoughts drifted back to Aundrea, and his whole body shivered. Her amber eyes aglow, her breathing rapid as she bounced on top of him. Her little 'ooh's and 'ahh's and cute gasps of pleasure as she whipped her head and hair around. Dream-Aundrea rocking her (wider) hips, cupping her (bigger) breasts, moving in harmony with his thrusts to maximize the pleas - Why couldn't he stop thinking about her? And why was the itchiness returning worse than before?!

Oh shit, it is getting worse. Carl abruptly interrupted his sexual day-dreaming. His entire pelvis felt like it was burning...and it only radiated outward, toward his hips and up his stomach, his body hair standing on end trying to flee the blaze. His crotch temporarily ignored, Carl's hands were a blur as they moved about, scratching to and fro. Wherever he itched, skin particles and hair would fly away, as if running in abject terror. A veritable dust cloud formed, and still the feeling would not abate. Carl was on the verge of tears; what had he done to deserve such suffering? Other than the part about the window, of course. But his punishment for that stupidity was to burn and writhe in misery as some cancerous fire destroyed his body? What kind of sick joke had the universe dropped on Earth's doorstep, that that was the fate awaiting the numerous people caught in The Cloud?

As if to disrupt this line of questioning, Carl's hips bucked of their own accord. His penis didn't care for being ignored, it seemed, the pain returning to the center like a lightning rod. Without thinking, Carl grabbed it roughly...and was **** to take in a sharp breath of air. He was expecting it to hurt - certainly that made the most sense? - but instead it felt...kind of good. Maybe even great. Experimentally he let go, and right on cue the pain returned. The young man groaned and shook his head; none of this made sense! Carl's left hand quickly returned to his dick, stroking it while the other continued to itch his stomach perpendicularly. Like a sexual version of rubbing one's head and patting one's tummy simultaneously. The pain briefly disappeared from his nethers, replaced with a sensation unlike anything he had experienced before. He had "beat the meat" a few times before - alright, perhaps more than a few times - but this was on a completely different level. Wherever his hand was felt great; wherever it wasn't, the fire would return, leading to a plates-spinning game of "maintenance masturbation". As his hand went up the burning returned below, and vise-versa. Whenever his fingers brushed against the engorged head, again came the gasp of breath.

Carl's furious stroking and scratching continued, but the feelings never went away. In fact, the itchiness continued spreading down his legs and up his body, forcing him into more awkward positions. Scratching his stomach while jerking off had just been level one in difficulty; trying to satisfy an expanding area of discomfort was another matter. Getting his legs involved, Carl itched his lower portions with his feet while his right hand returned to his midriff. Everywhere he touched, the results were similar to what came before: hair would fall off, and his skin would flake. Legs, feet, middle; even his arms felt it. And all the while, his cock continued its on-and-off mixture of pain and pleasure. Concerningly, it seemed as though the pain was beginning to win: the "on" pleasurable parts were becoming localized, with his hand's ministrations becoming less and less effective. There was simply more of his penis that hurt than what didn't, but Carl pressed on nevertheless. It was only after his right hand returned to his stomach that he made two realizations simultaneously:

1. The pain was "growing" in his penis because there was seemingly more of it to feel. Yay!
2. Wherever he had itched, his skin now felt incredibly soft and smooth. Yay?

Carl's hand double-backed over his body, down his legs and under his shirt, and the truth was apparent: his body hair was completely falling away, and what feeling was left was more akin to touching a girl than a guy. His brain didn't know how to process this information, but it didn't matter long: when the sensation reached his left, making the stroking-hand softer, the pleasure in his growing cock reached new heights and blocked out the other thoughts. He closed his eyes, and could sense the difference. This wasn't a guy masturbating anymore; this was closer to getting a hand-job from his ex-girlfriend! Aundrea never cared much for them while they were together, but now he could experience it whenever he wanted to. Simply incredible.

The pain continued to spread throughout his body, but knowing that there was a light at the end of the tunnel - and not one connected to him dying - made Carl feel inherently better. He could focus on the pleasure, letting the itchiness do its thing. Rubbing his smooth legs together, he could tell they had already completed their work; his lower half no longer felt anything bad at all. But the feeling was climbing up his neck and concentrating in his face, causing him to grunt at the intensity of it. He could feel the itchiness at its peak, only now he embraced the sensation: Carl didn't scratch his face so much as rub it with his hand. His cheek pushed back, feeling more pronounced. His five-o'clock shadow drifted away in a cloud of smoke, and when his fingers touched his lips, he swore they felt bigger. He let out a deep breath and sighed contently, but it sounded different. Somewhere in the back of his mind the warning bells were going off, telling him that this was obviously far from normal, but Carl pushed them aside. His brain was primarily focused on two major things: the incredible feeling of his (smaller) hand stroking his (bigger) dick, and the undeniable sexiness of his new voice. He tried different words and sounds as the itchiness began to subside, marking its completion. What was left was nothing but pleasure, and as his changes reached their climax, so did he. Going purely on instinct, he cried out the name that had started the whole process.

"Ahh, Aundrea!"

With that, the pain in his crotch finally let up, giving Carl the chance to breathe properly. He was half-naked, with cum on his shirt and sweat all over his body. The entire experience had taken perhaps ten or fifteen minutes at the most, but it had felt like days.