Drake was feeling heavier by the second. He guessed he must weigh 650 to 670 lbs by now and reaching his socks was a distant hope lost just minutes before.
“How could I have been so dumb?” he thought to himself.
He thought he would try to reach the lamp and try to figure out some way which he could stop this…easier said than done.
Each step took increasing amounts of concentration, as walking was quickly becoming an impossibility. The lamp must have been only 10 feet away but it seemed like 1000 miles. He reached the lamp on the windowsill and looked at what he could see of himself in the mirror…at least he tried. Total inflexibility was approaching fast and Drake now realized he could only turn a few inches in each direction at the waist and he knew bending over was a privilege he had already lost. He also realised that his neck was just a memory now – his head was now fused between two gigantic trap muscles, with his chest rising ever further to his face. What worried him more however was that the muscles in his face seemed to be growing. He tried moving his jaw and felt it too becoming more resistant to movement. If something wasn’t done now he would be immobile in a matter of seconds.
Seeing the lamp was impossible now due to the size of his chest so he felt about the windowsill it had been on and just for a fleeting moment he felt its cold metal handle. But then he heard a sound which sent a shiver right through him…the lamp had fallen to the ground. The 850lb giant stood there weeping.
Knock, knock went the front door.