Max wanted to leave, but found that his body would not cooperate. Max could only watch in horror as Loki kept transforming him. He felt an electric shock run through him as his arms began to balloon with squishy fat and muscle. Dark clumps of hair began to pop on them by the dozens, and all of them were incredibly smelly. Another sensation came from his armpits; lifting them, he was horrified to see a giant ball of smelly hair grow in each. The feeling then moved into his torso as it began to balloon far outwards in all directions, even sagging a bit from the excess flesh present around and on it, making him look even fatter.
"We're nearly there," Loki cackled villainously.
"You'll no doubt be a perfect Viking slave to me, my boy. You'll see."
"I--I don't like this," Max whimpered.
"Don't worry. You will soon enough."
Max began to tremble. His torso had expanded well past the width of his shoulders and his arms were still growing meatier, fatter, much hairier, and much smellier.