"Oh my god, what the hell is happening to you?"
Davis heard the sound of his friend, John, behind him. He tried to turn around to look at him. With the size
of his thighs he had to waddle slowly. John was a ultra-skinny nice guy. His clothes tended to hang loosely on
him and due to his height he generally had to look up at others. Currently he was looking at his swelling
friend with his mouth open in shock and awe.
"How are you doing this?" John reached out a hand to stroke a swelling pectorial. Currently it was far larger
then his own entire chest. He felt tiny compared to the ever increasing mass in front of him.
"Look, John, there is no time to explain. You need to grab that book and find some way of reversing this! It
is...I think it is behind me."
"Uh, sure."
The spare bedroom was small and cluttered with old furniture and junk. By now Davis had taken up most of the
spare space. In the end John decided to climb over him. With a foot on Davis's bulging thigh he used the top
ridge of the pec to pull himself up. As he did so he heard the cracking of various discarded items around them
as the growing mass of Davis forced them to give way. One of his arms, practically immobile by now, had forced its way through
one of the walls.
"Here is is, now which page should I look at?"