A change of clothes would be nice. That track suit is so yesterday.

James spent the entirety of his shower desperately wishing he was somewhere else. He barely took the time to lather up - he knew that if he scrubbed himself down, the sensitive new additions to the front of his torso would lead him down a path he didn't want to walk right now. It was just too distracting, and he needed to start thinking about what he could do to fix the mess he was in. Good thing his sister was--

"Gah!" James dropped the detachable shower head and wildly shook his head; he'd started washing his hair without remembering that his ears weren't where they had been yesterday. Combined with their increased size, an earful of shower water felt even worse than normal, effectively making James lose hearing in his left ear. Leaning forwards, he nodded his head forcefully to shake every last drop out, his tail smacking into the wet tiles behind him. This body was so annoying! Sure, it felt amazing, and was strong as hell, but it was also huge in all the wrong places, some part of it was always in the way. Okay, the tits were on the small side, Lily's being much bigger. Not that James cared about stuff like that. At least his ass was much bigger and shapelier than his sister's, so he had that much going for him. Which was nice.

The dog morph turned bright red as he realized where his mind had taken him. He didn't actually mean that, did he?! This whole situation was messing with his head. Cursing under his breath, James quickly rinsed himself off and stepped out of the shower. Roughly towelling himself off, he was grateful that the towels weren't the fluffy, soft ones his sister liked to use for her 'personal spa days'. Those would likely have resulted in a much more... enjoyable experience. As it was, James was soon bone dry and thoroughly unaroused. Stepping over to his track suit, he pulled a face even before picking it up; sleeping in that thing had not been a good idea. He could smell himself on that thing even from a few feet away. Maybe his nose had changed as well, but there was no way he'd put it on again before washing it.

Which left him with a problem: He also couldn't run around the house naked. And without anything else that fit, James had the problem that other... no, that women ironically brought up when they wanted an excuse to go shopping: He had nothing to wear. But in James' case, it was actually true: Everything he owned was too small for his now jacked body. While he was still wracking his brain for a solution - he could just wrap himself in a few towels or something - there was a knock on the door.

"Hey, you're done showering, right?" Lily's voice sounded muffled through the door. "I brought you some yoga pants I swiped from Anne, they're pretty stretchy, so maybe they fit. I also have a few shirts from Dad, hopefully you can wear one of them. I'll put them down in front of the door."

"Thanks, Lil!" James called back, unable to keep from grinning. At least the situation had a few silver linings - besides the amazing sex, his relationship with his sister had improved a lot. Granted, it had improved so much that James was having the amazing sex with her, but that was besides the point. Kind of. While he had pondered the developments, Lily had already returned downstairs, so she was nowhere to be seen when James opened the door and picked up the pile of clothing. Retreating back into the bathroom, James winced a little. Wearing yoga pants was not something he had ever wanted to do or even thought about. Still, better than being naked.

Not by much, it turned out. While James managed to fit into the first pair of pants and, judging by the size tag, would have a few options thanks to his mother's generous, albeit unknowing donation, they were tight. Very tight, hugging his curves as if they were painted on. James leg muscles bulged against the fabric, but at least no seams were creaking when he moved. The real problem was between his legs. While James' sheath only made a small-ish bulge against his lower belly, his balls were another matter. The swollen, fuzzy orbs stretched the yoga pants, their contours clearly visible through the fabric. But they weren't the only round shapes abusing Anne's borrowed pants: The sensations alone were enough for James to know that his ass might as well be hanging free, the yoga pants riding up deep into his buttcrack. But at least James was wearing pants now. Even if his tail was pressed against the inside of his left leg uncomfortably.

Which left the situation upstairs. Six tits swinging through the air were just way to distracting, no matter how small they were. Luckily, one of James' step-father's shirts was not only baggy enough to hide them almost completely, it was even long enough to hang to James' upper thigh, concealing his heavy nuts as well. The only drawback was that the shirt didn't actually fit over James' voluminous ass, the fabric bunching up on top of it. But it did hang off one of James' shoulders, baring the muscular flesh. Why did his father even have a 4XL shirt? Considering the fact that it was a plain white tee, probably a delivery error. Who knew. The only thing that mattered was that James was now fully clothed, although he wasn't a fan of how... sexy the outfit made him look. If he'd met a girl looking like he did in the mirror, he'd be drooling all over her. Well, maybe except for the dog ears sticking out of her hair.

Last point of order was getting rid of his morning breath. James was just about to start brushing when he noticed something about his bared teeth; they seemed longer, sharper somehow. Getting closer to the mirror and pulling away his lips with two fingers, he realized that he wasn't mistaken: His upper canines reached his lower gums, having taken on a much more predatory shape. The same was true for his lower canines, only they remained behind his incisors. In fact, all his teeth were pointier, his molars had changed shape to resemble his pre-molars, and James also noticed that his tongue looked subtly different. He dimly remembered it feeling weird when he had licked... Unwilling to follow that train of thought right now, James extended his tongue, his eyes growing wider and wider as it reached further and further down, finally hanging past his chin, drooling saliva into the sink.

Quickly retracting his tongue and snapping his mouth shut, James tried to slow down his hammering pulse. This was just too weird! Closing his eyes, he counted to ten, and began to brush his teeth, eyes still closed, still counting. No point in freaking out. Again. When James was done brushing, he had calmed down enough to step out of the bathroom and go downstairs for breakfast.