The room was a shrine to bodybuilding, with every corner brimming with dumbbells and posters of muscle-bound idols. In the center stood Ethan, a skinny young man whose dreams of transformation were about to be realized. His hands trembled slightly as he held the syringe, eyes locked onto the golden liquid within. The dim light cast long shadows, accentuating his lean frame, and the air was thick with the scent of ambition. "This is it," he whispered to himself, the words barely audible over the rhythmic thumping of his heart.
Ethan's breath quickened as he felt the serum's fiery surge through his bloodstream. His muscles twitched and expanded, each fiber stretching beyond its limits. The transformation was both agonizing and exhilarating, as if his body was a canvas being painted by an artist's frenzied hand. Mirrors lining the walls reflected his metamorphosis, capturing the moment his biceps swelled like balloons, his chest broadening with every breath. "More," he gasped, consumed by the intoxicating sensation of power.
The house groaned in protest as Ethan's muscles continued their relentless expansion. Wallpaper tore, and furniture toppled as he struggled to maneuver his colossal frame through narrow doorways. His once comfortable sanctuary now felt like a cage, too small to contain his overwhelming presence. The ceiling lights flickered as if in fear, shadows dancing wildly across the room. "I need more space," he muttered, a mixture of wonder and frustration in his voice.
Ethan's obsession had taken root, a hunger that could not be sated by mere size. The serum called to him like a siren's song, promising even greater transformation. With unsteady hands, he prepared another injection, his eyes glazed with determination. The world outside his window seemed distant and irrelevant, a mere backdrop to his quest for perfection. "Nothing can stop me now," he declared, the words tinged with both triumph and madness.
The walls could hold no longer, and with a deafening crack, the house began to collapse around him. Dust filled the air, and debris rained down as the once sturdy structure gave way under the strain of Ethan's enormous physique. Yet, amidst the chaos, he stood tall, a titan among ruins, the dust settling around him like a crown. "I've done it," he laughed, a sound filled with both pride and a hint of disbelief.
As the dust cleared, the magnitude of his actions dawned on Ethan. The wreckage of his home lay scattered at his feet, a testament to his unchecked ambition. The thrill of growth was eclipsed by the stark reality of loss. He glanced around, the weight of his choices pressing down upon him with a force greater than any muscle. "What have I done?" he murmured, a question hanging heavily in the silent aftermath.
