Nat left the bathroom, hoping to find an answer online.
Surely this can be explained away as some sort of hormone imbalance, he thought.
The sound of his heavy footsteps startled Nat as he made the trek into his bedroom. He tried to remember if he had left the laptop there last night. His shirt was terribly constrictive as he frantically searched the tiny room. He tried desperately to remove it, but he found his growing arms lacked the mobility that he once enjoyed. The cheap fabric pulled painfully tight across his chest; his forearms threatened to burst though the sleeves with the slightest movement. The shirt was stretched to its limits, looking as though he'd forced himself into something fit for an infant. It had ridden even further up his bulging chest. The muscle had lost its tone, but was still present as he rubbed the firm paunch of belly he was steadily growing. His skin felt warm, similar to when he'd been feverish earlier but with none of the flu like symptoms.
Nat was adamantly reminded he'd forgotten to remove his shoes with the sudden surge of pain the movement gave his feet. He could barely bend over to attempt to remove them; trying to kick them off was no help as they clung stubbornly to his feet, which had expanded all over to something easily 4-5 sizes bigger than the shoe was designed for.
Nat’s jeans were now painfully tight. He could barely withstand the agony in his thighs; they threatened to rip the seams of the cheap fabric. He tried once again in vain to get his pants off, but it was as if they were stuck, plastered against his larger frame. The ends had ridden painfully up his stretching legs and tore against his ever-bulking calves. Likewise, he could not remove his belt; his fingers were thicker, better matching the expanse of arms he now wielded. He was unable to get them underneath the belt or work the clasp.
Finally, the problem was taken out of his beefy hands; with a loud pop the clasp of his belt tore away at the ever-increasing expanse of his formerly human waist. A large rip resonated though the apartment as the seams in his jeans gave way, exposing his taut underwear.
Nat scrambled to find his laptop.
His hips had grown wide, massive butt testing the limits of his stretchy briefs. He breathed a quick sigh of relief, though it was to be short lived. The changes were occurring much faster now. He didn’t have much time to figure out what was wrong with him before he burst out of his clothes completely.
Nat tried searching for the computer in the adjoining room.
He was met with a sudden crack as his much taller head hit the low ceiling edge violently, making him momentarily see stars.
How tall am I now, he wondered.
Nat had to be more than 8 feet tall to hit the edge of the ceiling panel at dead center with his forehead. The pain however was much less than he would have expected; it was as though his forehead was lined with harder skin and muscle to protect from such an impact.
As Nat fanatically searched the room he noticed….