Guy's body was pale, but still movable. His body began to inflate, making his clothes rip off. He was most certainly perfect. He was naked, and he felt very cold and uncomfortable... But maybe it was from something else. His eight pack began to tighten as if stone sheets were draping over them. And soon it went lower and froze his legs in a dashing pose, it even froze his new endowment.
Guy began to gasp only to find he had nothing to withdraw air into his hulking frame. Soon the stone slabs seemed to form up his gigantic chest, his arms moving to be posed to make him seem carefree, as if he were a sculpture of a perfect man.
Soon his face froze into a grin of sorts, with one hand on his chin and the other at his hip. He looked like a playful man made of marble. And his muscles sure didn't ache... If they were even there anymore.
There it stood, a perfect visage of masculine beauty frozen in marble. And the person to waltz into Guy's home to find him was...