Ryan felt his body chemistry changing and he smiled, anticipating becoming as large as Erick was, if not larger. He watched, as the room slowly started growing, his eyes growing wide in panic.
"Hey, what the hell is going on?!" Ryan said, looking down at his dwindling frame. His shirt was getting larger and his pants were struggling to stay on his waist. Ryan could only watch in horror, as his muscles, which he had spent many years developing, were shrinking before his eyes.
Ryan desperately flexed a bicep, watching as it shrank away into practically nothing, a small, yet still noticeable bicep, now barely 5 inches around, rising up.
"No! No!" he screamed, jiggling the skin on his arm, as if trying to will his bicep to return. "This can't be happening!"
Erick, who was watching from the doorway, made his way over to his friend. Not that he could really do anything, though. He stopped a few feet from Ryan and could only stare in amazement at what was going on.
"What the hell am I going to tell Stacy?" Ryan asked, referencing his girlfriend. Just then, his pants fell down around his ankles. He was practically swimming in his shirt now.
Erick just shrugged his shoulders in response. "How DO you explain something like this to a girlfriend?" he asked himself.
A few minutes later, the process ended. Ryan slowly stepped out of his pants, walking over to Erick. His shirt, which once clung to his large upper body, now draped over him like a nightgown.
"My muscles!" Ryan said, sobbing quietly. "My beautiful muscles!" He looked up at Erick, noticing he barely reached the midpoint of his friend's massive chest now. He compared his stick-thin arms to Erick's, burning with anger at how the tables had turned in just a few minutes.
"It just isn't fair!" Ryan thought to himself, wiping a small tear from his cheek.
"Look, it's okay," Erick said, trying to console his friend. "Why don't you just try another vial?"