Watching Cray grow had made Guy extreme excited, and seeing Cray now as this mammoth, immobile muscle freak was starting to have its effects on Guy, in ways which took him by surprise.
Already Guy's shirt was starting to tighten across his expanding chest, as the true properties of the ointment once again became clear.
The Ointment Mr. Yaun had given Guy allowed for an individual's muscles to grow to their desired size, to give the person the true body of their desires. Guy had already struggled with this, after blowing up to over 400 pounds, Mr Yaun had revealed to him how to concentrate and maintain a reasonably large body, despite his constant subconscious desires to grow.
But seeing Cray, the man with his former "ideal" physique, grow and turn into an inhumanly large muscle freak was too much for Guy. The power of the ointment was working on him now too.
Guy was sweating beads. His shirt was pulling tighter and tighter across his growing body. His sleeves were becoming shorter and tighter, revealing a growing musculature, enlarging shoulders, thickening traps. "Shit!" He cried, suddenly becoming aware of the changes occurring to him.
"You OK Guy?" Cray asked in a muffled voice.
"I uh... I don't feel so..." Guy said, hearing his shirt tear slightly at his sides.
Guy's body quickly reached and passed 300 pounds of muscle. All his clothes were becoming more and more constricting on his expanding frame. Guy Stumbled out of the room to try and clear his mind. "I want to be 250 i only want to weigh 250" He repeated to himself, but it wasn't working. His subconscious, spurred on by watching Cray's transformation, was now forcing him into growth, despite his conscious attempts to stop it. Ultimately, Guy had a deep rooted desire to grow like Cray had, and he knew that if he couldn't overcome his subconscious, He too would grow so huge as to become immobile.
Guy began a desperate attempt to pull his clothes off of him before they were totally ruined. He managed to get his shirt off and even pants with relatively minimal damage. He couldn't help but watch as his bulging chest continued to grow and expand beneath his line of sight. He felt his arms push out as his lats expanded and widened. He felt similar sensations as he had the last time his body had approached 400 pounds.
"Whats going on Guy?" Cray said in a confused tone. "Do you know whats going on? Why am I stuck this way?...I feel so... strange" He repeated in a dazed voice.
"Cray, I need you..." Guy stuttered as he stumbled back in the hallway slightly. He wasn't used to his increasing weight, and growing thighs, which were shifting his center of balance.
"I need to..." he repeated in a nervous tone. "I need to stop growing somehow..."
"Oh shit... you too?" Cray responded, only able to get a glimpse of his growing friend from beyond his own mammoth body.
"Cray" Guy began "Just try to imagine yourself as... smaller, and mobile again. Try to think of your ideal as being Ronnie Coleman, or Jay Culter's Physique or something other than..." he gulped....
Guys muscles were still growing, enlarging with each second. If he didn't get a control on what was happening, or a control over his own subconscious, Guy would soon be immobile...