Drake was just about to turn around and go back to the living room when he realized that his muscles were still growing. Confused, he looked down at himself, but could not see much because of his incredibly oversized pecs. He looked up and checked himself out in the mirror, wondering why his muscles were still growing. He repeated his wish in his head: "Make my muscles grow until I am completely naked because all of the clothes I'm wearing have been ripped to pieces." He was naked now, but still his muscles were growing bigger.
Drake, closing in on 500 pounds now and starting to have trouble moving around, felt the first hint of panic rising. He decided to go back to the living room and ask Beldazarr what went wrong. Struggling out of the bathroom door and down the stairs, he realized how much his ability to move was beginning to be impaired by the ever increasing amounts of muscle which were being piled onto his frame. His pecs were pushing upwards against his chin, his lats were pushing his arms further and further away from the floor. His thickening forearms were beginning to compete for room with his biceps. And above all, his ever increasing quads were making it almost impossible to walk, as the muscles were getting in each others way.
He had somehow managed to get downstairs, and he was approaching the living room table when he suddenly realized why his muscles were still growing. Drake stood in the middle of his living room, not knowing whether to laugh or cry at such a stupid mistake. Aware that with every passing second more muscle was added to his 600-pound frame, he wriggled his toes and felt the fabric of his socks. He was much too big by now to be able to take them off; he could neither bend down far enough nor sufficiently move his arms or legs. The only thing he could do was to wait and find out how much more growth it would take for him to burst out of his socks.