The following night, Jon knew that he was changing now. It was clear from the way he looked just standing in the mirror.
Any body hair he had left, aside from his pubic hair and the hair on his head was now gone. That morning it had been reduced to little more than a fine down of peach fuzz. By that evening, even that had receded into his body. Following it was the traces of baby fat that had plagued him around the middle. His stomach was now smooth and finely toned, even if the waist around it was also starting to slowly taper in, the beginnings of an hourglass figure taking shape.
His height had also rapidly shrunk down as well. Two days ago he had been just a hair's breadth shy of 6'3''. Now, after having measured himself, he was barely at 5'5'', having lost nearly a full foot of height in the course of two days. Surprisingly enough, as he continued to shrink, his clothes were shrinking right along with him, although thus far none of them had changed beyond just simply changing size. He guessed that when other, more larger changes occured, that his clothes would change to match.
He felt his legs buckle again, and his hands automatically began to pry off his boxer shorts, freeing his throbbing cock. He had been erect virtually all day, but surprisingly had no trouble reaching orgasm three, four, possibly even five times all within the span of a few hours. He had lost count of how many times he had snuck off to the bathroom at school that day to relieve himself of the pent up pressure. He watched in the mirrors as his once large hands, now beginning to shrink into smaller, more dainty versions of themselves, stroke at his ever hardening member. He let out a loud moan, his voice cracking once as it had during the course of the day, sweat dripping down his now shoulder-length hair that was starting to lighten at the roots. His other hand rushed to his chest and began to tweak his nipples, which had grown larger, and he smiled when he thought of the breasts that would soon accompany them.
