A soft cashmere sweater catches your eyes. You pull it from the rack to check it out. It is white with black sleeves and is a 5XL! Damn, you think to yourself. This would be perfect if it was only a 2XL. Still holding it, you search the rack, but this is the only cashmere sweater you can find. You are about to put it back, when an attendant comes over to you.
"Can I help you?"
"Yeah, do you have this in a smaller size?"
"I'm sorry sir; our entire inventory is out on the floor. Why don't you try this one on in the changing room? Most of our clients find that the label size can be misleading."
You think that even with an error in sizing it will still be overly large, but you shrug.
"Sure, why not."
You follow her through the store until you reach the changing rooms. The hall has three sets of double doors on each side, and when she unlocks one set you see that each room is quite large. The ten by ten room is covered in mirrors, all four walls and the ceiling. A round seating table is centered in the room on the hardwood floors.
"Let me know if you need any help, I'll be nearby."
"Thank you."
You close the door behind yourself and move to the seat. You look even chunkier in the mirrors as you see yourself for the first time from every angle. I really need to lose some weight, you think shaking your head. You smile as you think to yourself; well I'll look much smaller with this huge thing draped over me. You pull your shirt off so that you can feel the cashmere against your skin. Your pink belly flops a little as you lift the shirt hem out of your pants.
The jeans themselves are a size too big on you and you have them cinched up over your gut. You bought them when you last had too size up your wardrobe and you had figured it was better to be prepared for the next time. You softly slap your belly then pick up the sweater. The soft fabric drapes over you, the black sleeves hanging past your fingertips and the hem drapes almost to your knees. You grin evilly as an idea goes through your head and you unbuckle your pants and strip them and your boxer briefs off. The cool fabric is like magic as it rubs against you. You twist and turn, the soft mesh rubbing against your belly, crotch, and legs.
"I really wish this fit better." You say out loud. Instantly you feel different, your skin tingling under the sweater. Your hands start to feel strange and as you lift them up you notice that the sleeve ends have fused together and are hugging your fingers like a mitten. Four pockets form for your fingers and thumbs, your middle and ring fingers together in the same sleeve. The feeling of two separate digits fades, leaving you with three fingers and a thumb on each hand.
“What the…” Your words are cut off as the sweater fabric suddenly pulls over your head. You fall back onto your back as you flail about, your cashmere covered hands finding little purchase. Just as suddenly as it started, it stops and your vision clears. You groan as you try to sit up, your hands braced behind you on the seat. The images staring back at you cause a yelp to escape your muzzle. From the knee up you appear to be a giant panda, and the change is rapidly spreading down your legs. Your ears twist atop your head in confusion, the feeling strange and new. You turgid cock is clearly visible and is much larger than before. Your belly has also started to grow larger, spreading out over your crotch. Your thighs have swollen to the size of small tree trunks; each one has to be two feet in diameter. You shift as your expanding ass binds on the seat and your tail gets pushed up uncomfortably.
Your eyes widen as you realize you have a tail and you struggle to stand, finally getting to your padded feet. You have to spread you legs wide for balance, and your gut jiggles over your crotch. The soft fur against your meat is a real turn on and you reach your paws up and shake your big belly, sending waves of pleasure down your massive form. You growl softly, your eyes half closed as you snake a paw down under your hanging stomach and grasp your cock.
“Sir is everything alright in there?” The question snaps you out of your self pleasure. You realize you are standing there naked, and a panda.
“Just a moment please.” You growl, your own voice sounding rough in your ears. You glance down at your discarded clothing. Your extra large jeans are way too small to fit around your thighs let alone your ass. You grunt as you crouch, and lift your underwear up. They too are a hopeless cause.
“Sir, I thought I’d bring you something else to try on, I’m going to slip it under the door.” You look over and see a bundle of tan cloth pushed through the two inch gap under the mirrored door. You waddle over, your gut shaking with each step, you’re curious to see what it is. This is a real pain, you think to yourself as you try to crouch down to pick up the bundle.
Close examination reveals…