Malcolm groaned in pain as his stomach lurched and ached sharply. "Ohh, my guts are killing me."
he needed some air, fast.
So, he grabbed the biggest pair of shorts he could find, and put them on. He put on his sandals, and headed out.
His wife's jaw dropped as he ran past her and out the kitchen door.
"Done unpacking. Heading out for some air." he shouted, as he slammed the door behind him.
He sat down in the yard, groaning as his stomach lurched and ached, with the pain of his size change.
He could see his clothing stretching and getting tighter and tighter and tighter and tighter and tighter and tighter, even his massive pair of shorts he'd put on.
Suddenly, one of the buttons popped off his shirt. then another. and another. His shirt began to split down the back, and then it ripped clean off.
his massive shorts now fit him like a glove.
but not for long; they grew tighter and tighter until they split right off of him. and the same went for his undies. "Oh my!" he said. "What on earth—"
just then, His expanding feet broke free of his smallish-looking sandals.
He saw his hands start growing. Malcolm saw himself getting bigger and bigger; too big for his clothes to contain.
"What-what's happening?! I'm growing!"
The last of his clothes tore off his enormous frame, underpants and all, exposing his nakedness.