**Author's note: I decided to change it so Matt only had a wife in this option, no kids.**
Matt was still staring intensely at Guy and Cray from over the top of his bulbous muscle
gut. They were whispering excitedly to each other. Matt groaned as he attempted to take
in his new mammoth body. Since his neck, or rather where his neck would have been if he
had one, was extremely restricted in it's movement, Matt was only able to look with his
eyes.
He surveyed his pillowy pecs, which were shadowed by the enormous ball of a muscle gut,
he then moved his eyes over to his stretched out beachball biceps, which were locked in
place by the enormous shoulders which pressed into the lobes of his ears. "This is insane."
Matt thought. Just then, Guy and Cray approached the gargantuan man reclining on the
sofa.
"Matt, we don't know how well this will work for you, since the ointment worked so much
more drastically on you than on us, but we might as well give it a try."
"If what will work???" Matt said, as best he could, as his giant pecs limited the movement
of his jaw.
"You've gotta try and control your subconcious, try and imagine yourself as my size, or
Branch Warren's size" said Guy, "That's what controls your muscle growth!"
"Alright I'll try..." Matt said unsure of the legitimacy of this claim.
Matt concentrated hard on Guy's immense 500 pounds, thinking it was better to start at
that and work down to something more manageable later.
"It's working!" shouted Guy.
Sure enough, Matt's humungous body was slowly deflating in size as he concentrated. The
funny thing was, that it was mostly in Matt's huge thighs, calves, and arms. His torso was,
for the most part, retaining it's size. The gigantic muscle gut shrunk a couple inches, and
the same with his pecs, but mostly they stayed the same.
Slowly, Matt began to be able to move more easily. After he felt he was able to move fairly
easily, he opened his tightly closed eyes and looked down, only to be greeted by an
immense muscle gut.
"What the-?!?!" Matt shouted, "Why isn't this thing gone?!?"
"I dunno, it's weird though..." Cray said, circling the large man. Matt now weighed in
around 550 pounds, and was bigger than both Guy and Cray. He carefully got to his feet,
his grotesquely tight boxers still clinging around his thick waist, and riding up his huge
quads.
"Oh god..." Matt said looking in the mirror at the not-so-improved body. "What am I
going to do?" He said aloud.
"Don't worry, we'll all figure this out together!" Guy said, waddling over to the larger man.
"Us big boys will help each other out!"
"No! I don't want your help any more!" Matt shouted, spinning to face Guy and almost
toppling over in in the process due to his immense bulk. "You've done enough!"
And with that, Matt plowed through Guy, knocking the slightly smaller man to the couch
as he awkwardly ran, his mammoth thighs rolling around each other as he ran out the
door, knocking several items from shelves as the house shook on his way out.
Matt ran as quickly as he could, passing his car, knowing full well it would be far too
difficult to squeeze into the small sedan, and ran the full 15 blocks to his own house, all
the while getting many stares from the neighborhood, and almost causing several
accidents as everyone stopped to gawk at the massive muscle man running through the
neighborhood in nothing but skin-tight boxer briefs.
Matt burst through his front door, knowing his wife was still at work. "I gotta try and
figure this out before she gets home!" Matt said to himself, looking down at his bulbous
muscle gut, pillow-like pecs, and bowling ball shoulders and arms.
"What is she going to think??" Matt thought...