Guy couldn't belive what had happened. Sure he was a Muscle God... but he went over-board. The old man was right, he was just as fine before. But he didn't need to double up in size just to prove it. With that incredible resolution, he began to crawl over to the phone, unfortunately his arms were far to heavy to lift that high. So he just swatted the wall.
He gasped in surprise as he saw his wrecking ball of an arm plow through the wall, knocking the wall phone to the ground, with the phone right to his face and the number pad right next to his arms.
"Looks like I'm getting a break here..." He weakly said as he dialed the first number that came to mind.
"Hallo Guy! Was ist oben?" A husky German voice had answered.
"Aden, I need help..." Guy said.
"What is your problem being?" Aden asked.
"Just come over!... Please!" Guy said, finally passing out from all that work he had done. It must of been like working out for ten hours straight, to him.
Guy was now in a dream like state. It was like a flash of events to him. The only reason he wanted this was so Aden would actually notice him. Aden had stated he was straight. But Guy figured if he was appealing enough, maybe that might change. With that aside, he started to picture Aden.
He saw Aden in a slight silhouette going around his tall massive frame. Seven feet tall, built with perfect muscle. And such a handsome face, with bright green eyes that always seemed to shimmer. And now the figure was bending down... saying something.
Then it hit Guy, he was awake! He only understood some things like.
"Woah you are huge!"
"Are you alright?!"
"What has happened?"
Aden was now sitting by his side, lifting Guy's head to rest up on his knees.
"Ointment..." Guy started.
"Wow, Can I use ointment? It looks like it to be working well." Aden replied, still not understanding the entire situation.
"I can't move... too heavy... need help..." Guy muttered.
"Oh!" Aden exclaimed, a worried look now crossing his face. "Do not worry much! I will call hospital!"
"No! Ointment store..." Guy quickly said.
"Huh...? Ointment will not help heal you." Aden said, shaking his head. He must've though Guy was crazy or something.
"Take me to Mr. Yaun's... ointment store..." Guy said.
"Recht! Ich bin auf es, Freund!" Aden said, while finding a pair of stretchy large clothes that could fit his very nude friend.
With that, a smile crossed Guy's face. Sure he could never get intimate with Aden. But still, he was a very good friend. Maybe that was the lesson? Don't be greedy... stick with what you have now. Since if Guy never lusted after Aden so much, he wouldn't had used the ointment. And then Guy would be out with Aden and pals, whooping it up in the gym, on the beach or a in a club.
Aden had now dressed his heavy friend in only a pair of now-very-stretched-boxers and baggy pants that were now tights and walked out of the home. He quickly came back with a wheel chair... probably from the next door neighbor... How would that work if I'm so heavy? Guy though.
"Okay... I put you in this chair." Aden said, gesturing to a wheel chair.
Aden hoisted up his friend, while Guy tried to use some of his own strength to get into the chair, which he done very easily. Surprisingly, he began to feel a bit lighter... not to mention the chair supported his weight. Aden took a piece of wood and placed it on the front steps of the house, so he could roll Guy down with ease. Then he began running down to Mr. Yaun's shop.
Guy still remembered what the old man said... But there was a way to reverse this. There had to be. If not he may as well call it quits and just wait till he wastes away.