With every bit of will power Drake had in his humongous body, he stretched his arm out to the lamp.
However, his muscles had become so freakishly big, he could not extend his arm fully. It stayed in a 120° angle, no matter how much he tried. His fingers were about the only parts of his limbs he could still move, but came just one inch short of reaching the lamp.
His legs could not push him closer because his knees could no longer bend. They were locked solid and pushed apart, he could only lay there with his legs open.
With a shock, Drake realized his attempt was in vain. He knew there was nothing he could do now but undergo the faith he had brought upon himself.
The growth continued. Each of his traps were now bigger than his head and prevented his head from turning. Laying with his face toward the ground, he would surely have suffocated if it wasn't for his gargantuan pecs. The slabs were so big that his head was now over a foot above the ground. The 8-pack he had by now was closer to the ground but still didn't touch it. His fire hose dick and melon size balls were the other bodyparts lifting him off the ground. His quads had become twice as big as his waist used to be. His calves shaped like diamonds of a size only seen in fairy tales. His butt had become big and round and was creeping up toward his back. His back was immensely wide and thick. Covered with bulges the size of footballs.
Drakes heart raced in his body. How much more could his bones take? He felt his skin getting tight. It seemed like his muscles were going to burst through any minute...