Jake looked over at Ben, as his muscles continued to deflate. He wondered how much the guy must weigh at his present state. 600 pounds? More? Less?
As Ben's muscles continued to lessen, they no longer looked so freakishly blobular. Jake had always had a secret attraction to his best bud, and he knew how much Ben desired to be bigger. He looked damn good being so big, Jake thought. It'd be a shame to let all this muscle go to waste.
He clicked "Stop Decrease" much sooner than he had been asked, and looked at the mountainous body lying next to him. He looked bigger than any bodybuilder he had ever seen. He wondered just how expansive Ben's massive chest was, how huge those boulderous biceps rose, how rock-hard those super-defined abs felt.
Jake was feeling pretty rock hard himself. His cock was throbbing in his tight jeans. He unzipped, pulled his cock out, and exploded with cum.
That was when he heard his newly wakened friend speak: "Like what you see?"
"Dude, I'm sorry. It's just… You just look… I mean…"
"It's okay," Ben laughed, as he began to sit up. Though there still quite a bit more weight on him than he was used to carrying, at least he seemed to be able to move about with some ease. "So, at what size did you stop me at?"
"Man, I just wanted to make you a god. I have no clue how huge you are. Sorry about that."
"Well, as the damage is done, how would you like to measure me?"
Jake jumped at the chance, and ran to grab a measuring tape from Ben's toolbox.
As Jake ran out of the room tp retrieve the tape, Ben got out of bed and stood up. He was amazed by seeing how small everything looked around the room; during his earlier growth, he hadn't realized he had gained some height as well.
He looked down at his enormous chest, so huge and rock solid, it looked like a shelf jutting out in front of him. He turned and looked in his mirror, and gasped at the size of his arms, which due to the size of his traps, jutted out at a 45-degree angle from his torso. He flexed each gun, marveling at how engorged each looked.
Jake nearly creamed himself again seeing this awesome display of muscularity as he re-entered the room. He walked up to his friend. Jake was no small fry himself. At 6'0", he normally was just a couple inches shy of Ben. But Ben seemed over a head taller now, and Jake found himself standing eye-to-chest with him.
"Whoa," Jake uttered, staring at Ben's cavernous cleavage. "Look at this beast!"
Jake attempted to wrap the tape around Ben's chest. Not an easy feat, as both Jake's arms couldn't encircle Ben. He needed Ben to hold onto one end of the tape as Jake walked around his body.
"Jesus," Jake cried when finished, "your chest is just over 100 inches around."
Ben smiled. "And how about these big boys?" he said, raising his arms to a double biceps pose.
Jake had to keep himself from swooning. "Dude, don't do that! You're gonna make me lose it again."
Ben laughed again, as he lowered his left arm down enough for Jake to measure.
"43 inches!" Jake cried.
"Shoot, I had been hoping for 45!" Ben replied.
Jake stared at Ben's arms, drooling. His hands began cupping and caressing the peaks of Ben's biceps. "You want to play with these boys?" Ben asked. Jake nodded his head vigorously, like a child asked if he'd want ice cream.
"Well, let me just use the bathroom first, and then these boys are all yours tonight!"
As Ben headed toward the john, Jake stared at the receding body, admiring the truck-size back. But Ben stopped, as he encountered a problem.
"Jake, dude, we have a problem. Looks like I'm too big too fit in my own bathroom!"
Jake smiled hearing those words, “too big,” but realized his friend was having some problems. He snapped from his reverie and looked around him for a possible solution. He saw the notebook, and smiled. "I think I know how we can solve this problem."