Guy went to the nearest mall and ran to his favorite clothes store for "large" men. He figured he would get clothes that are much bigger than his old ones, basically two times his size. He picked out a pair of lose green boxers, a green muscle shirt, a pair of dark green cut off gloves, dark green bandana and his most favorite pair of pants along with some nice boots. Black baggy work out pants, the kind that make a slight scratching noise when he walks, while the boots made heavy noises each step he would take... usually people look in his direction when he comes strolling on by with this nice combination on. Not to mention it's very sleek and sexy with subtle coolness, and complimented his emerald green eyes.
He bought all of this and went into a store that had very secluded gender-oriented changing rooms. So that he could go in and come out without a big commotion. He figured other guys were like him, they buy the stuff they like and get out... so it should be completely empty back there. He stripped off all his old clothes and took the ointment out of the bag, and began rubbing it all over his body. To him it felt very good and very warm... like getting a full body massage all at once.
"Mmmmm..." he moaned gently as he began massaging his genitals. "Ah... hm, I still have half a bottle of this stuff left..." Guy didn't want to go too overboard, so he capped the vile and threw it on top of his old clothes.
Soon enough Guy's body began to swell. First came the muscle, just like he asked for first. His pecs, abs, quads, biceps... every muscle he could think of bulged out of him as if he were inflated like a balloon. He grimaced when he saw his reflection in the mirror. He was HUGE basically a ball of muscle... not attractive at all. He was about to loudly curse the ointment and the old man, but he remember he hasn't grown an inch taller.
A minute after his body stopped swelling, his height grew. He started to grow taller. Allowing his new eight pack look exactly as it should: flawless and sexy. A few seconds of sprouting up and he was done. Exactly 7 feet tall... because his head was almost touching the small dressing room's ceiling.
"Now the hair removal... hopefully not as painful as waxing, ha" Guy wearily said, as he noticed his hair receding. But he soon felt his own hair on top of his head grew a bit longer, down to the back of his neck. His side burns grew sleekly as well. A small line of hair went from the tip of his sideburns all the way to the other side, colliding at the chin to combine into a nice little goatee.
"Now all that's left is..." Guy was cut off as his man hood began to grow larger. Soon he was moaning as pleasure surged through his manhood. It fell right above his knees, twelve inches flaccid and six inches round. His testicles looked more like two fat grapefruits in a smooth sack and were now supplying his large body with the appropriate amount of testosterone.
Guy marveled at his new body and started to feel real bad about subjecting that old man to his aggressive hate and anger. Guy maneuvered around the small dressing room and put on each piece of clothing, flexing every time his arms were facing the mirror. He put the shirt over and enjoyed it's tight, yet comfortable fit. Then his boxers, having a bit of trouble keeping his manhood in it, then pulled up his baggy pants. He slipped on his dark green work out gloves then tied the bandana around his head. He checked his reflection out in the mirror and muttered "Smokin..."
"Heh... very nice." Guy said, in his slightly deeper voice. A German accent never sounded so hot. He could probably melt any man or woman with his new found "hotness"
He left his clothes there and on the way out found a black magic marker. He figured he'd write a little something in the changing stall.
"Let's see..." he said scratching his chin. "Want a big change for the better? Go down to the Mr. Yaun's ointment store on Walker Ave. This sounds good."
Guy left his clothes and the left over ointment under the changing bench in the stall and left... Unfortunately the ointment was still on his skin... and would be until he washed it off. He left a smudge on the stall door, the store's counter, the store's door and some clothing as he brushed past them. Too bad he wasn't paying attention... it's gonna be wacky for the next guy to touch those particular things.
Guy thought to himself "I should go visit Nero... he'd get a kick out of this! I can't wait to see the look on his face!... Who said I have to visit him right away... what to do..."