Peter sighed. "That asshole, Derrick, the quarterback whose the coach's nephew, challenged me to an eating contest. Since he's pissed that I've been making more plays than him recently." Peter shrugged his large shoulders. "I suspect he wants me to eat until I'm sick, so I can't play for the game tomorrow."
Joce laughed. "Does this idiot not know you, at all?" She trailed her hands over her handsome boyfriend's strong pectorals, before caressing the ball gut he sported. To most, people assumed that Peter was a typical college jock who enjoyed his alcohol to gain such a beer gut, but reality was that Peter enjoyed all types of growth, be it muscle, size, or just stuffing himself to massive sizes. Joce liked him in all forms, and it wasn't like he had any trouble burning it off.
"Hmm, how should I get you ready, then?" Joce asked, stroking his taut stomach. Peter moaned, and there was a tingle of transformation as Joce subconsciously bloated him so she'd have more to play with. "Oops, sorry...got ahead of myself..." Joce said, blushing, in a tone that suggested she wasn't sorry in the least. Now Peter looked like he'd swallowed a prize watermelon for breakfast.
Peter panted, more at her soft touch pressing in to his belly than the added weight. "Keep that up and I'm going to be late to this stupid contest." He gave her a kiss, before pressing the gut in question into her body.
Joce giggled and squealed at the contact. "Oh, I'd love that... but we gotta knock that jerk down first." She kept stroking him as she tried to think up the best way to transform Peter for the contest.
"How about we..."