Adam sat there silently, just trying to focus as hard as he could on being himself until Dr. Yorva returned an hour later.
"Well this really is quite the astounding day! We'll both be famous for this... I do hope you don't mind this session being recorded give your uh..." he pointed at Adam's shredded clothes, to which the younger man shook his head. "Good, good. Now, we've made a lot of progress today I think, but I don't need you overexerting yourself. I brought you a change of clothes. Not quite your size I don't think, but well, you can make do, can't you?" He chuckled. "I'll see you first thing in the morning?"
Adam nodded, a bit too flustered by the whole day to speak. After the doctor left, he pulled on the simple jeans and polo shirt the doctor had left, annoyed at first at how poorly the shorter, fatter man's clothes fit him, but, sure enough his body reshaped itself to the perfect size. He was rather annoyed at the lack of replacement shoes, trying his best not to think of how the old pair had exploded off his feet. As he began walking home barefoot, wincing at the odd sharp pebble or strange sticky spot, his feet became more and more sensitive, and by the time he slammed the door to his apartment he hobbled to the couch, wincing and rubbing his soles as he turned on the TV.
Only then did it hit him that he could have simply envisioned his feet as tougher and spared himself the pain. Sighing he flipped through the channels, trying to shut his mind off and enjoy himself a while. Everything seemed fine at first, his feet stopped bothering him, he wasn't compulsively turning into the characters in the show. Everything was perfectly normal, until the second commercial break.
There it was, that ad for the fitness machine with that total knockout. Adam got all worked up every time he saw it. Her tight yoga pants hugging every delicious curve, those breasts, glistening with sweat, straining to escape from that tight tanktop... it was just thirty seconds in heaven. By the time the sultry voice over was saying 'order now' Adam's hand was sliding down the top of the borrowed jeans, fingers sliding into a moist wet slit.
Adam's eyes shot open in realization at what had just happened... but he was so turned on he kept going, one hand probing his delicate new folds while the other cupped a breast, quickly bringing himself to orgasm.