You turn on the TV, trying to take your mind off what has happened in the last 12 hours. You don't know what to do; none of your old clothes will fit you now, nor can you risk trying on your free wardrobe. You are still uneasy about how you flirted with the delivery guy. You're not into guys, you know that much.
Nothing is on TV, unsurprising considering it's still early on a Saturday. You grow restless just sitting around in your new body, you feel like you need to do something. "Duh", you think to yourself, "I can check out this Arctos place on the net." As you stand, you remember you went commando, you're not wearing any underwear under your sweatpants. Your larger junk shifts in a manner you're unused to and a strange sensation hits you. "I guess that's one perk", you say to yourself as you readjust yourself.
You have to walk by the package to reach your computer but as you pass, you see the bottle of cologne. You don't know why, but you want to take a whiff of the scent. You unscrew the cap and gently sniff...
You nearly fall as the room spins around you. Somehow you manage the reseal the bottle before you faint. "Stupid, that was a stupid thing to do", you scold yourself as you continue walking, you'll toss the bottle later.
As you walk, you feel your clothes growing tighter and tighter. "What the hell is happening now?" you yell aloud, finding yourself more uncomfortable. With a mighty rip, your shirt falls off your frame; and your pants, already stretched to the breaking point, follow suit. You're left standing nude in the hall.
You look into the hall mirror and are shocked again to see yourself. Your beard is longer and bushier, like you've had it for years. Your body hair is thicker and your manhood is just shy of pornstardom. Most shocking, though, is your height and girth, you've grown about six inches and your gut is now rounder and firmer than ever. You even see your muscles under the fat are also enhanced.
"This is impossible!" you cry, "This can't be happening! What could have done this?" You curl into a fetal position on the floor, trying vainly to grasp the situation.