Adam glanced down at the remote, inspecting it and turning it around a bit. Maybe he had the wrong idea. The progression feature probably used the numbers, not the other buttons. He had inadvertently turned the clicker, and didn't realize that it was pointing towards him when he pressed the number button to experiment. Adam grabbed his stomach as he keeled over. It felt tight somehow. A pain shot through his legs and shoulders as he felt a sensation go through his skin as if what was inside was too large for it. Looking down he realized why this was happening. The T-shirt he had been wearing was tightly compressed against a growing pair of thick, pectorals and the even ridges of his six packs beneath those. His shoulders were broadening and he was growing closer to the ceiling. His T-shirt quickly became too short, exposing the bottom of his six pack. Embarrassed but not unwelcoming of this sudden transformation he began to blush as his pants ripped at the seams, allowing his hunky thighs to reveal themselves. His boxers had been baggy that day and had tightened almost into briefs. Adam had always been buff, but as he looked at his more pronounced jaw line and 5 o'clock shadow he realized he had gained several years from the clicker. Smiling he looked down at his friend that had gotten the shorter end of the stick. "I guess it's nap time for baby Cody?" He mused, cradling his friend between his bulging biceps and walking upstairs to find some of his friend's parent's clothes.