"I'm supposed to play against the whole football team, by myself." The coach had set it up as an exercise, saying it helped with their reaction times, having to deal with so many players by themselves. Peter knew, however, it was the coach's way of picking on him, assuming Peter was getting too big for his britches after helping them win their last three scrimmages. They weren't a first seed school, so the coach had a lot of leeway with their line-up, and their 'star' quarterback was the coach's nephew. For most of the first two years of college, Peter had often been stuck on the sidelines or playing with the intramural team, since Peter had been a swimmer first, football player second.
These days, though, it was hard to convince anyone that Peter couldn't play, with his strength, size and *bulk* mowed down opposing team players seemingly without effort. So the coach was coming up with new ways to try and get Peter to give up, or at least bring him down a few notches. Peter didn't really care all that much, but he didn't like that he wasn't the only one who the coach picked on, just to make his favorites stand out better.
Joce knew that facial expression. "You want to give that jerk of a coach a surprise that will teach him a lesson, don't you." She grinned. Growing her boyfriend was fun, but taking down a jerk in the process was icing on the cake. "Well, we can't just have you show up there a giant, since he might change the plan if he thinks you'll succeed." She snapped her fingers. "Ooooh, how about this?"
Joce put her hands on her boyfriend's stomach. Sure, she could just think her changes for him, but they'd found that physical contact was much more powerful... and felt pretty good too.
Peter walked into the team brunch, saying hi to his team mates and sitting with his friends at the far end of the team's table, away from the Coach. Not that it stopped the coach from starting the abuse as soon as he saw his little 'upstart'. "Peter! Ready for training today? Remember, we're going to have the whole team go after you in a one on ten scrimmage today! Hope you're ready!" The coach's 'stars', made up of his nephew and his buddies, chuckled derisively.
Peter nodded. "Yes sir. I'll do my best."
More laughter from the coach's end, as several of Peter's friends groaned and gave Peter sympathetic looks. "Man, we'll try our best, Peter, but you know they're going to try and break your legs to sideline you, right?" Adam whispered.
Peter shrugged, trying to hide the smile on his face. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Just pass me the sausage and eggs, would you? Oh, and the pancakes and french toast, too." They shrugged, and passed everything down to Peter, who loaded up his plate.
"Dude, can you really eat all that?" Adam blinked at the mountain of food.
Peter grinned. "I'm just getting started." He began to shovel food into his mouth. Most of the team just shrugged, hoping he wouldn't puke it on the field. But if they had been watching closely, they would notice that Peter was changing.
Every bite he took, Peter seemed to get a bit bigger. His biceps pumped a bit with each movement of his fork, his pecs swelled slightly with each breath. As he shifted in his seat, his thighs pressed more and more together, even as he kept his legs wide. He was starting to inch up above his team mates' heads. His stomach, too, began to swell, reaching out to meet the edge of the table, then spilling over it. He was growing larger with each bite that passed his lips.
A burp from Peter caught Adam's attention, who looked over at his friend, then did a double take. No way Peter had been that big when he sat down, and the mountain of food was almost decimated. Looking at the gut that Peter sported, it wasn't hard to guess where it had gone. Dude look like he'd swallowed one of the medicine balls they trained with... hell, it looked like Peter had eaten a fellow team mate.
Peter caught his eye and grinned. "Pass me some more, would you?"