I think I actually grew.

The smell of sex is overpowering in the steamy haze of my shower stall. I think I stink worse now than I did before I showered.

I wash off again, and poke my toe at the gloopy pool of cum that's slowing down the drain. It starts to wash away.

Finally clean. I head back to the dressing room to put on my clothes. It's empty.

I pull on my briefs but can't get them all the way up. My thighs and ass are too meaty for them. Huh, I must have shrunk this pair in the wash.

The pair of joggers I packed for the day are usually loose fitting, but I notice they hug my ass and legs beautifully today. And, Oh God! my crotch is obscene. My soft dick and heavy balls stretch the material, showing off every vein and ridge. My shirt should cover that up, though it's one of my baggier ones.

Dressed, I look in the mirror and am shocked by what I see. My shirt hugs my pecs and shoulders tightly, and my biceps stretch the sleeves. The hem of my shirt falls just under my navel. It looks more like a crop-top than a t.

I should submit a work order for the laundry machines. They've obviously shrunk my clothes, I think.

I step onto the scale to get my weekly weight, and-

"Whoa, 201? That's not right."

Have I really put on 20 pounds this week?

Maybe my growth fantasies are coming true?

My phone buzzes. It's Miguel.

:: Yo, horse-dong. You coming to class today?::

Shit. I'm late for Professor Hensley's class. That bitch can't stand tardiness.