Brian spreads himself out on the wet floor, his figure glistening with droplets. He stretched himself out and continued to grow, rubbing against the tiling of the floor. He grasps hold of his tree trunk cock and gently moved his hands down to feel the arousing sensitive touch of his wet palm against his damp manhood. He moans softly as he lightly convulses. His body pounded more weight and volume. His traps and pecs already squeezing his head. His thighs parting and squeezing against his sac and his biceps exploding with size.
Rather his muscles growing, his entire body started to grow. He could feel his head, traps, and shoulders touch the ceiling along with his cock head. He was too much in a state of list to care. Soon his feet matched the opposite end of the room and his thick, straight growing meat log was being forced to move diagonal. Brain rubbed faster and faster as he concentrated boldly on his size. More more more! His legs bent back with his knees brushing against the wall. His shoulders already touched the opposite walls and his dick was hardening more to break the ceiling for more room. His pecs grew so huge that they started to squeeze his shaft in between.
His hands had a hard time reaching for his hard on, but a few more rubs could only make his meat retain more width. He blushed and tried harder. There was no more room left. The shower room was now full with a wet, horny, muscle giant who isn't stopping yet.