Matt was woken up the next morning by Chris again. Matt slowly opened his eyes and he heard a faint slapping sound. Matt turned his head and saw that Chris was lying in bed jacking off again. "Gross. How many times does he need to masturbate?!", Matt thought to himself.
Chris noticed Matt was awake. "Hey nerd. Good. Your awake. Give me one of your geeky t shirts, dweeb". Chris's voice was even deeper, more commanding, and rougher. "Why do you need my T shirt?", Matt whined. Chris didn't stop pumping his huge meat up and down, as he glared at Matt and yelled "because I fucking said so nerd! Give me your t shirt now!".
Matt obliged, confused as to why he needed his shirt. Chris took the xxs overwatch t shirt, held it over his crotch, which now had to be longer than 11 inches this morning. It was massive! Chris grunted and bucked his hips as he shoved his cock into the t shirt. He shot load after load after load into it. It was at least half a cup of cum! Chris laughed, wiped his cock with the t shirt, and handed it back to Matt. "There you go, you nerd. That's a present for you! I'm sure you'll like it. Plus, we all know your tiny balls can't make any yet", he sneered, and gestured towards Matt's obviously undersized genitals. Matt was horrified. There was so much cum and it smelled so strong and musky. His t shirt was ruined. Chris stood up from his bed and towered over Matt. He was at least a foot and a half taller now. Matt's face was inches away from the thick jungle that sprouted out of his friends chest; Chris was unbelievably hairy now. Matt could smell the body odor his friend exuded, and boy was it strong. "Out of my way dweeb", Chris bellowed, as he reached up and scratched a ridiculously bushy armpit. Matt was getting sick from his friends offensive odor. Matt dropped the cum soaked shirt and stepped back. Chris sauntered past Matt into the kitchen, his huge pendulous cock flopping and slapping against his leg, leaving a trail of cum drops on the floor. He was mortified by the changes. He had to change Chris back. He didn't think the changes through well enough. He would change Chris back this after noon; he was late for a class at the moment. He grabbed his backpack, threw the t shirt into the bin with a sickening "splat", and went out the door, leaving Chris alone in the apartment.