Adam brought his arms down and realized his growing lats and triceps made his arms hang at an eighty degree angle. His attention was brought back to his cock and he tried to grab it to get some relief but couldn't even get close; the mounds of muscle impacting on his frame now made that impossible.
At last the growing ceased but Adam knew he had gone overboard on the powder. He tried to bend his arm, but his insanely thick biceps and forearms meant they only moved a couple of inches. Movement had ceased in his torso, due to brick like abs and a back thick with muscle. He even tried moving his head but that had been firmly fused into place by traps which reached his ears and a neck thicker than his head.
'I sure hope this isn't permanent' Adam thought, and a mild feeling of panic began to arise in himself.
Just then he heard the door open.