He grabbed for another shirt, one that was thankfully hanging to dry in a location where he could pick it up without causing further damage to his humble abode. It was of a stronger, more stretchy material, and after some gentle coaxing he was able to get it on over his still mostly human face. However, even with all his insistent pulling he could not cover any more than his upper arms or muscle gray pecks with the still far too small garment.
An unfamiliar itching on his face made him look around in time to see long hairs sliding down his head. In horror he stomped back towards his bathroom, shaking the apartment floor with each heavy footfall. He reached the mirror just in time to see his face began to extent, human shape lost in the thick square that slowly pushed out into a heavy muzzle.
A passing glance at the far too small shirt in the mirror caused a further stiffening in his once again erect member. He looked damn hot, the muscular Adonis of his dreams with tiny shirt barely covering any of his upper torso. The fear of his extreme situation slowly faded, and with it a primal lust welled up from deep within, a desire to see the change complete, to be his true self, the muscled hulk of his dreams. He could do without the bestial appearance, but if it was the price he had to pay, so be it.