Try to find something in the room to wear

Isaac stood over some clothes that weren't his and rubbed his chin. He wasn't sure what to wear. He found a plain red shirt that fit him, and slipped it on.

"Alrighty, halfway there..." he started looking for something that would cover his monster log, if it ever got soft. Even then, though, his balls were so big, he doubted they would fit in any kind of underwear or shorts made for normal people.

He sighed, he didn't feel like a normal person anymore. His existence would be defined by the size of his genitals. He started thinking about how he was going to go about his life when his stomach gurgled. He was still normal enough to be hungry. His hand placed itself over his stomach. He was ravenous. Isaac quickly scrounged around for anything to cover his groin. He found a skirt.

"Okay, this should work, hopefully." he mused, he noticed her had gone soft, and his cockhead was neatly hanging limp 3/4 of the way down his thigh. He closed the clasp on the flowy green garment and was relieved that it was knee-length on him, adequately covering him, though it left very little to the imagination.

"Good enough to get something to eat and get home." Isaac reassured himself as he tentatively exited the room. Walking was a different experience now that he was flaccid. His limp dick swung to and fro, lightly slapping against his legs and sack, which demanded much more space than he was used to, of course.

The door of the room slowly opened, and Isaac peeked his head out, looking for anyone in the hall. He noted it was quiet, though there were some sounds of sleeping in the distance. He stepped out and carefully started walking towards the open end of the hall, taking extra care to make as little noise as possible. Upon reaching the opening, he was greeted by the main room to his let, and the kitchen to his right. In the den, several people slept on the ouch in various states of undress, but he wasn't focused on them. Instead, he turned towards the kitchen.

There wasn't anything substantial sitting out, or quiet. He was too paranoid at the moment to try eating the snack mix. Carefully opening the fridge, he finds a box of pizza from last night. He removes it and places it on the counter, opening it to see the whole eight slices of the large pie staring back. He did recognize the brand, but that didn't bother him, he picked up a slice and bit in.