The Master looked over at his muscle-bound beauty. He took in a long deep breath, and as he exhaled his muscles themselves swelled. The tensed and flexed as much as he could, however the growth wasn't comparable to what his subject was experiencing. "More," he grumbled louder than he intended.
The homeless man tried to look at the other guy once he heard the statement. He wanted to cry for help but at the same time, the table below him began to strain and bend under his mass, and the thought made his flaccid member raise up and flex itself. Conflicted, the man wanted to grow, he wanted the other man to ravage his muscular powerful body, but he also worried about the end result. Was there no end?
The Master turned a dial, about halfway as far as it would go, but twice farther than it ever had gone before. He looked on to his growing beast with a smile, almost as if encouraging the man's body to continue its' journey of size and mass.