At precisely this moment, Guy heard a knock on the door. It seemed that Ryan had finally got here, and Guy shouted: "Come in - and promise me not to freak out!"
Guy turned his immense body toward the door, his muscles still swelling with power and increasing in size. He could hear the door open and close, and then there was the sound of steps in the hallway. Finally, Ryan appeared, stopped dead in his tracks, and gaped at the muscular behemoth before him.
Guy waited a few seconds, once again adjusting his stance, and feeling how his growing lats pushed his arms even further upward and away from his body. Ryan tried to say something, but apparently the sight of so much muscle was too much for him to process.
"Ahem, Ryan... I know this is weird, but could you please stop staring and help me out here. I bought this muscle cream at an Ointment Store in Chinatown - it's supposed to help you grow - but now I can't seem to stop. We have to get in touch with the owner and find out what is wrong."
Ryan still stood there, his mouth hanging open. Then he blinked a few times, and shook his head, as if to clear his mind. Slowly, he started to move toward Guy, reaching out with his right hand. He placed his hands on Guy's enormous pecs and then gently moved it down toward Guy's nipples. Guy felt a surge of pleasure at his friend's touch - and suddenly realized that something had changed.
"Ryan, I don't know why - but my muscles have stopped growing! You are a genius!"
Guy wanted to hug his friend, but he was too huge to even consider it; his biceps were too big, his chest pushed out too far. Still, he wanted to show his gratitude, smiled at his friend - and suddenly understood what had happened.
True, Guy's muscles were no longer growing. But Ryan's shirt already looked tighter than it had before.