I inspected my new face, my new hot muscular body, my new cock underneath my now loose boxer briefs. I breathed through my teeth. I said it again in disbelief that it was Max’s voice. I looked up to see Max staring back at me in the mirror. “Holy shit.” I said out loud, in Max’s voice. My body was finalizing its transformation. My face was getting chiseled and becoming more like Max. I felt my belly starting to tense and shrink, my boxer briefs were getting looser, my chest was getting tighter and defined. Right after I had said aloud in the mirror, my body started to feel strange. I took a long look at myself in the bathroom mirror in my grey Calvin Klein boxer briefs and wished so bad that I could just be Max. He quickly put on everything he saw and took off, apologizing in his head to the unknown patron who would be without their clothes and promising to pay it forward. By some incredible luck, he found a pair of CK briefs, some grey sweatpants, and a graphic tank of some band, all incredibly around his new size, if not slightly too big. He quickly found a locker and opened it, praying there was something inside. He felt a stiff slap against his thighs and noticed with horror that he was walking around half chubbed. As he made his way to the lockers, he passed a few guys as they dressed and a few others as they undressed, faintly noticing some of them turning and checking him out as he passed. Thanking his lucky stars that he was in a locker room, he meekly stepped out of his stall in the buff and threw the shredded, sticky clothes in the bin.
He tore off the rest of his clothes in tatters and used them as rags to sop up the firehouse of jizz he’d sprayed inside the stall.
As he finished, he realized that he’d ripped through the only clothes he had.