Nat wanted to check in the mirror once more but the sensation of tightening clothing gave him pause.
The pain in his feet was unbearable and Nat reached down once again to try to remove his constricting shoes. The movement strained the last fibers in his underwear as the elastic spit. The fibers of the elastic somehow held fast, allowing him a tiny bit of modesty as the rest of his human trappings fell around him. His jeans were gone. With a cry of agony his feet burst from his shoes, seams popping in half, allowing him a final reprieve from the pain of constriction that had plagued him.
Nat was afraid to look at what had become of his feet, but he forced himself to look beyond the expanding paunch of his muscular belly at the thick pillars at the end of his formally human legs. He once again had only three digits per foot, but the nail on each had grown even thicker on each, threatening to overtake the entire toe and touch the ground. He was standing on tiptoes, yet felt the weight on his heavy soul that encompassed the floor in which he stood. His feet bore no resemblance to their former human selves.
They reminded him of something he'd seen today, but he could not yet place what it was.