After a lengthy training session, Konig was in the locker room getting ready to head out and grab a drink with the others. He had stripped down to a tank top and his boxers, his mask still keeping his face hidden. The large man opened his locker, grabbing his clothes out and setting them on the bench.

He grabbed his pants, pulling them up. When he pulled them up, he froze in alarm at the way they stopped short before reaching his crotch. His pants had gotten stuck. His ears burned in embarrassment as he tried to pull them up.

“Scheiße. . .”

He muttered, trying to pull them up properly. Maybe his pants had shrunk? That was what he was hoping, at the very least.