You meandered through the aisles of kinky, twisted clothing, considering what you wanted to become. You'd ended up this way because you weren't sure what costume you wanted to put on, and thankfully Jack knew best for his partner, ensuring you'd certainly be able to find a fitting outfit to wear.
Your initial awakening to this form had left you nude, and while you liked feeling your hairy moobs against the cool, dank air of his shop, there was something special about the possibility of wearing clothes that enhanced your slobbiness. Yet, there were few costumes that really struck your fancy. You knew there had to be at least one from how many there were, and after combing through all of the aisles, you felt called to a door by the back of the room.
Entering, you found a room that had... versions of lots of blue collar jobs. Luckily for you, they all seemed to be in the same spirit as the outfits from the earlier room, special slob/chub outfits of those jobs. When he mentioned mental changes, your deepest fear was the possibility that it would turn you into some thin prude who can't use his stink to hold space.