After showering again, you look through your clothes to find something that fits; a wife beater that somehow made its way from you dads room into your laundry, and a pair of large basketball shorts of origins unknown to you. Dully noticing your lack of fitting clothes, you decide to tak a trip to the mall for some wardrobe shopping.
After a quick ride to the town over, you arrive at the mall. Your instinct tells you to head to the normal clothing stores; H&M, Old Navy, and others of the like, but your brain feels "stuffy" for some reason. Standing motionless for some period of time, your body begins to move on its own. You somehow know that your going to the Nike store.
It only takes a minute for your newly lengthened strides to take you there, and you begin to look through the racks. After picking out a couple of pairs of pants, shorts, and shirts, you head to the dressing room. Once inside, you pull on a workout tank top and pant combo, and take a look in the mirror. You look hot, the way the shirt caresses you chest and the shorts cleanly outline your semi-stiff package.
A sudden and familiar jolt to your body wakes you from your ogle-fest. You once again feel your bones creeping and stretching upward, and you are forced to sit down from the fit of dizziness that overtakes you. You look down and see your legs stretching outward from your body, further and further from your vantage point, which also seems to be rising higher. Your feet, which have also taken part in the growth, burst from your socks, throwing bits of fabric every which way.
The tingling sensation once again sets in in your back and shoulders, which you feel pushing across the wall you've sat against. Your neck thickens as more noise comes from behind you, and you can distinctively tell it's the tank you picked out. Like before, the growth moves down your arms, and look to see that a football sized object seems to have been stuffed under your arm. Spreading downward, your forearms expand and take on a mean acing look.
Following suit, your chest heaves forward, and more shredding is heard from your front. Tearing yourself from your massive arm, you notice the rip that runs from the top of the tank top all the way to the top of your abs; you can clearly see your nipples, which are pointing downward from the sheer size of your monstrous pecs.
As a light jolt jumps from your nips to your abs, you definitely feel the strengthens of your stomach. It doesn't take a look to know that the beginnings of an eight pack before are now the beginnings of a ten pack. You move your large hand to feel them anyway, and they are rock hard ripped to shreds.
Like last time, your thighs are the next target of the freak growth. The swell and swell, leaving the shorts you have on clinging for life. Relieved that they stayed in tact, you hear another sudden rip and notice a cool draft from your rear. You take your hands off your stomach and move them to you ass; it has formed a firm yet round bubble butt. To finish off your legs, your calves grow to softball size, and rip the remaining tops of your tall socks.
A final tingling overtakes your body, just as happened before. You smell the same odor from before, and, as you did then, raised your arm now to see even more thick pit hair grow in. You run your hand through it, and raise it to your nose. The smell is erotic, and your crotch reacts. You close your eyes as you dick reels out once more, and becomes heavy in your tight briefs. Your balls follow suit, and drop low as their golf ball size becomes lemon sized. You open your eyes, and ok down and your masculinity; a thick bush of pubes have managed to begin peeking over the waist band of your underwear.
With a final jolt, the growth ends, and a feminine voice calls over the changing room door.
"Are you ok in there, sir?", an employee asks, "I heard noic and wanted to make sure everything was alright."
You take a breath and begin a reply, but your brain seems to be even spongier than before. After a couple of seconds, you slowly request assistance. Though you IQ must have dropped significantly, it seems you've retained the ability to see an opportunity at getting you dick wet.
"Uhh... Umm... I think I... Need some help...", the rich baritone of a mature 24 year old manages to get out.