Nat wanted so desperately to rip off his pants and view the changes to his most personal of places. His hard member poked painfully at the tightness of his bluejeans, eager for release.
Nat tried fervently to remove his jeans, to free his now massive rod from the confines of his underwear. But he was unable to get his thickened fingers thought the thin space between his waist and jeans.
His pants were painfully constrictive; they were easily several sizes too small for his new frame and he found it difficult to breathe. Try as he might he could not push down the now unusually small garments constricting him. He tried desperately to fumble with his zipper but was unable to make any headway in removing the troublesome pants. At the rate he was growing, his hips threatened to simply bust the tough material at the seams.
What is going on with me, he thought.