Mostly to bed, staring at the ceilling.

Harold stared up at the ceiling taking another swig of beer as he considered what had just happened. He had been this close to his perfect, pornstar fantasy. Why the heck did Adam have to be such a damn freak? His hand reached down, slipping inside his pants and gently stroking his massive erection until it no longer fit in his hand. That was going to take some getting used to, having a cock big enough to play baseball with was probably not something normal.

He glanced downwards, smiling at the bulge as he affectionately patted it. A part of him wondered. What did it feel like to? no, that was something for another day he wasn't a damn queer. Still....

Harold stared downwards examining himself. It wasn't really gay... If you touched your own right? he was still feeling pent-up, none of his usual hook ups were free and he did need to get off.

Still operating almost on autopilot Harold leaned forward. This was mad crazy even, then again so is his mom turning into a hot piece of jailbait or is brother shape shifting into a pornstar. It wasn't quite as difficult as he thought, 14 inches was a long piece of sausage and now without even realising it Harold could smell the entrancing odour of his own mass. his hands were on either side pushing his cock to his belly as he leaned in it was a tight fit, but somehow he was able to...

His lips wrapped around the tip, his beard gently tickling the shaft as he began to tease the tip of his own cock. He didn't think about how weird it was, only focusing on pleasing himself. Maybe in the morning he could convince mom to give him a body like Adam's. Then he could do this with the lips of Mara Millions or something.

He knew his own weak points, and it wasn't long before he felt his release coming. He pulled back uncoiling like a spring spraying his belly and chest with seed.

"Thanks mom," he muttered falling into a deep sleep