Gregg waited until the sound of Amy's heels echoed away before letting himself look at his body. It looked like the smoothies were more effective than he had reckoned... though, he wasn't about to admit that one would have been enough. Even so, he knew people would notice if he appeared looking any bigger, and the way it was going Gregg felt he wasn't about to get any smaller. The smoothie guy... Rick... he'd sort something out to keep him around his normal size. Gregg figured Amy had seen him, so he could always say he had a meeting or something and she'd let him off. Especially if he got her alone for a few minutes. He tried the doorknob, but Amy must have locked it. That he hadn't heard it lock showed how much attention he hadn't been paying.
"Shit." Gregg muttered under his breath, pulling at the door slightly. He didn't need to tense much, but he knew that it would only take a little more effort to pull the door right off. That could be one way of letting Amy know how he'd left the room... no meeting was -that- important. Gregg retreated to the office, looking for some other way to get out and seeing none. He began to sweat, his tight shirt clinging even more, his firm pecs tugging the buttons apart. No, he wasn't getting any smaller. He couldn't even pace the room, as both his shoes and his trousers felt lke they'd split if he moved too much.
"Ahh, whatever." Gregg easily yanked the door off and made his way for the stairs, as nobody in their right mind would use them when the building had a dozen lifts. He took the steps two at a time, only slightly breathless but very sweaty when he reached the bottom floor. Somewhere along the way he had lost his shoes. He just hoped he'd be able to get to the damn shop before anyone noticed... he strode out the building as quick as he could without running, ignoring anyone he knew in case they wondered what steriods he'd been taking or how come he wasn't wearing any shoes. Or why he was taller; he was sure he'd crawled up an inch, at least.
Getting in the car, he was aware of how little room there was, and he couldn't even move his chair back any more. He could still drive, though... he was sure of that. The only alternative was walking halfway across town.
Actually getting to the shop took a few minutes, but Gregg was aware of every second. He could feel himself growing, his shoulders pushing his arms even further apart so he had to open the window for his elbow, his crotch tightly packed in the boxer shorts which had always been snug before. His shirt was entirely unbuttoned, but it still had to contest with his bull neck and hulking shoulders. The biceps had torn the sleeves a while ago, though he hadn't noticed. Once at the shop, he squeezed out the car and re-entered the smoothie shop wondering how big was too big.