Rick knew something was wrong, he could feel it. His lab clothes felt surprizingly alkward as he walked up the stairs. His shirt seemed like it didnt fit right... Rick just knew something was wrong.
He had stoped choking and the music was still blaring, but that didnt seem to matter too much at the moment. No rick walked back to his desk, standing, then exhausted- he leaned on the desk staring blankly at the mass of papers laying every which way. He was compleatly out of breath, and he couldnt help but breath in more of the smoke that filled the room.
Thats when he noticed that his clothes were becoming more than alkward, they were starting to feel too small! the faberic of his white shirt seemed to be tightening across his whole upperbody, meanwhile his pants seemed several sizes too small. His bockers even, he felt the sensation of... something, he didnt know what, he didnt know what was happening to him...