There was a leather jacket on his backseat, one that John knew wasn't there earlier. There was also a single cigar sitting on top of it. John didn't know how it got there, but he had an idea, "Did that huge guy leave this for me? Is it payment for what I did in the bathroom?"
Deciding that everything would be clearer in the morning, John drove back to his apartment. He threw the gift on his dresser and he was asleep within moments.
John awoke the next morning and had a bizarre need to smoke. "That's not right," he thought to himself, "I've never smoked before, so why would I have a craving? Hell, how would I even know what I was craving?"
His eyes went to the leather jacket, knowing that it came with a cigar. Walking over to it, John picked up the cigar, but also grew curious about how he'd look in the jacket. Putting it on, John also found a lighter in the pocket. Without thinking about it, he lit the cigar and took a long drag. A small part of him wondered why he was so adept a lighting up since he'd never done it before.
As he was smoking, he noticed that the clouds he was exhaling wasn't dissipating. In fact, each puff filled his apartment with more smoke, and it was beginning to swirl around him! A mini-tornado of fragrant smoke surrounded John for several seconds.
Suddenly, the whirlwind disappeared, leaving John confused... and a little cold? John looked down and found that, besides the jacket, he was nude! His clothes sat on the floor in tatters. Did the tornado do that? He also noticed that the ceiling was closer to his face, not much, but it was noticeable.
John glanced at the mirror in his room and almost fainted. A man, as big, and bearded as the one he met in the bathroom last night, was standing in the glass. His reflection's cock was as massive as the one he sucked last night.
Too shocked to do anything else, John checked the jacket's pockets. He found a note, 'Hey, if you're reading this, the I guess you discovered my little present. Maybe I'll see you back at the alley tonight.'