Ben's apartment was actually one of two in a house owned by his parents. The other apartment, on the lower floor, was being rented by his youngest brother, Justin. With Dan's computer apparently nonfunctional, he decided to run downstairs and use his brother's.
His clothes ripping from the force of his expanding muscles, Ben lurched across the room, shaking the entire floor with his massive footsteps. He reached the door, grasped the knob in his meaty hand, and fumbled at it with his thick, sausage-like fingers until it opened.
Justin was just racing up the steps. "What the hell is all that noise?" he demanded, but he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw his oldest brother, his increasing bulk barely able to fit through the doorway. "Ben? What the FUCK happened to YOU?"
"Justin, please, I need your computer. Fast!" Ben's voice had become deeper and was barely recognizable.
"But why? What is going on?"
Desperate, Ben summed up quickly what had happened.
"Jesus Christ," Justin muttered. "I need to get a load of that web site, too. What's the address?"
It was at that point that Ben realized that he didn't know. He had bookmarked it so he didn't have to memorize it. Defeated, the massive muscle man began to cry.
Justin was six years younger than his brother and had lived his life in Ben's shadow. He liked Ben well enough, he supposed, but it was an emotion that was intricately enmeshed with an overwhelming resentment. Seeing his brother in this predicament was strangely satisfying and, Justin realized, arousing. Though Ben was now hundreds of pounds heavier and bursting with ever-increasing muscle, Justin somehow felt in charge of the situation.
"Come back inside, bro," he said, somehow managing to get Ben back through the too-narrow door. From behind, he couldn't help but notice the tremendous round glutes that jutted out like globes. "Let me take a look at your computer." Sobbing, Ben nodded to the extent that he any longer had a neck. Justin raced into the back room and picked the notebook computer off the floor. He pushed the power button and heard the unmistakable chime of the indestructable Macintosh PowerBook. "Hey, it works fine!" he called. "I'm going to boot it back up and go to that bookmark!"
"Thank God!" he heard Ben bellow. His brother could no longer fit through the door to the bedroom, so he waited out in the living room for the growth to stop. The floor creaked under his improbable weight.
Quickly, Justin logged back onto the Internet and used Netscape to go to the most recently added bookmark.
"Jackpot," he thought as he saw the "Stop Increase" option highlighted. Without further ado, he pressed the button.