Drake walked over to the large mirror that stood on one wall of his dorm room. When he had gotten it, he had been able to see his entire body in it fairly easy. Now, it was too small. He looked down at his reflection, grinning. At seven feet tall, he could no longer see his head reflected in the mirror - rather, it stopped at the top of his monstrous pecs. Whereas he had previously been able to see from one shoulder to the other, with several inches to spare on each side... now it was hard to get all of just one giant pec in between the opposite sides of the mirror's frame. He shifted so that he looked at it straight on. It highlighted the deep chasm that ran down the center of his massive chest, down to his insane, brick-like abs. Down to the monster that jutted from his strong hips. Below that, his gigantic legs swept out to either side, exiting the frame once more, too massive to be contained by the now-puny mirror.
"Fuck yeah..." Drake moaned in his deep new voice, admiring what little of his reflection he could see, in the now-puny mirror. He tensed his abs, watching them bulge and ripple, chuckling softly. Seeing his huge cock rise and bob in response.
Drake strutted over toward his dresser, having to walk oddly, due to the immense girth of his legs. He pulled out a pair of gym shorts, made of soft, stretchy material. He pulled them on, or rather tried to, grinning madly as he forced them over his giant quads, the waistband tearing in the process. Luckily, it had a cord to tie, and so the wrecked shorts were fastened around his waist, held on by the cord more than anything. He looked ridiculous in them, the legs of the shorts pushed up over his giant quads, his huge glutes straining out the back, while his monster cock and balls bulged in the front. It would do for now. He didn't plan on wearing them long.
Drake picked up his phone. It seemed so tiny in his hands now. It was annoying, but also insanely gratifying, how hard it was to use, now that his fingers were bigger. It took a few tries, but he managed to call Ethan.
"Hello, Drake?" Ethan answered, as Drake's name came up on his own phone.
"Yeah Ethan, it's me," Drake replied.
"Whoa... you sound kinda different..." Ethan commented, "You get sick or something?"
Drake laughed in response. "No man. Feel great, actually. There's something I want to show you though. You want to change plans? Come to my room, instead of meeting outside Carlisle Hall?"
"Uh, sure. I guess that works," Ethan replied. "What do you want to show me?"
"You'll see," Drake replied, chuckling softly.
Ethan laughed back. "Fine, be mysterious. I'll be over in fifteen. I was heading for Carlisle, but the dorms aren't too much farther."
"See you in fifteen," Drake answered. He hung up, and glanced over at the mirror again. From this part of his room, he could see more of his massive body reflected on the glass, although he still couldn't see all of himself. It made him grin, and his bulging crotch throbbed eagerly. "Fuckin' sexy monster..." Drake purred. He took Beldazarr's lamp, and carefully hid it away at the very top shelf of his closet, behind a number of other things. Being extra cautious, he placed several extra heavy items in front of it. Grinning, he closed the closet door, and went back to his dresser. He tried on several shirts, but they either ripped to shreds when he tried to put them on, or were so puny now that he couldn't even properly try to get them on... The experience wasn't frustrating, so much as arousing. His bulge now a prominent tent, putting strain on his half-wrecked shorts and on the cord that held them up.
As he was trying to find a shirt that might at least fit a little, he heard a knock on the door. Grinning broadly, Drake opened it. Standing outside was Ethan, who took a step in, then stopped, eyes going wide, jaw dropping. "Wh- who?" he asked, his voice weak, his face pale.
Drake chuckled, and with one big hand on Ethan's back, guided the smaller man the rest of the way into the room, and closed and locked the door behind them.
"It's me, of course," Drake purred in his low voice, as Ethan turned to look at him again. "Your old buddy Drake... just... bigger." Drake's grin was Cheshire Cat wide. The hulking young man slowly tensed his monstrous pecs, the striations seeming to run up the thick slabs of muscle as he flexed.
Ethan felt light headed, stumbling back against Drake's desk. "Serious...?" he croaked.
Drake grinned more broadly.