He felt a stiff slap against his thighs and noticed with horror that he was walking around half chubbed. As he made his way to the lockers, he passed a few guys as they dressed and a few others as they undressed, faintly noticing some of them turning and checking him out as he passed. Thanking his lucky stars that he was in a locker room, he meekly stepped out of his stall in the buff and threw the shredded, sticky clothes in the bin. He tore off the rest of his clothes in tatters and used them as rags to sop up the firehouse of jizz he’d sprayed inside the stall.
As he finished, he realized that he’d ripped through the only clothes he had.