Peter was complete entranced by the food he was eating, enjoying each swallow and the feeling of his gut expanding to really notice how big he was getting. He did notice it was harder to grab for plates, so at some point he'd shifted to sit sideways next to the buffet table of the food contest. His lap was full of his stuffed stomach, which had stretched his knees apart, even as it spilled over the sides.
"Aaaaand TIME!" Called the judge, not that he really needed to tell anyone other than Peter. The other competitors, Derrick included, had given up almost halfway into the contest, there own stomachs stuffed to the brim, stretching their shirts as they rubbed them, desperate for relief. Derrick had put in a valiant effort, even managing to pop the zipper of his hoodie, but he was dwarfed by the giant globe of taut flesh that was Peter. Peter's shirt was in much worse state, the fight against the growing flesh having pushed it up to his armpits, and tiny tears could be seen where even that wasn't enough to contain the sphere.
Sitting, the dude's stomach was nearly as wide as he was tall, taking up a quarter of the space around the table. Peter's normally brick hard abdominal muscles were stretched to the limit, as the contents of his stomach fought for space. Derrick consoled himself with the fact that even if Peter had won, there was no way the dude was going to playing football tomorrow; hell he would probably be out all season nursing that giant gut of his.
No one expected Peter to be able to stand, let alone move. So the entire audience gasped as Peter, with a grunt, began to stand. The stomach shifted as Peter's hips seemed to grow wider, his butt swelled a bit as his glutes engaged, and everyone could see those stretched abdominal muscles flexed to pull the massive orb up with them. The movement caused Peter to let off a massive belch, shaking the furniture nearby and causing a few of the plates stacked next to him to tumble.
Peter wiped his mouth and patted the massive orb in front of him, unable to reach more than halfway. There was almost no give, and the gigantic gut had shoved his pecs, which had also grown to help hold up his massive weight. The tears in his shirt grew as his muscles flexed and pumped to adjust to the new weight added to his frame. He couldn't even see anything in front of him, he was so large. The feeling of his whole body pressing against itself like this was fantastic.
Another fantastic feeling pressed against him as he felt more than saw Joce run up to him to congratulate him. Her bouncing breasts were a warm pressure on his tight stomach, and he could feel she'd subtly bumped up her size a little to better give her man the love that he needs. "You really never do anything in moderation. It's going to take me all night to give you a proper belly rub."
Peter chuckled, which sent his entire body bouncing as the massive gut moved up and down. "But you do it so well...." He could tell, even without hearing her thoughts, how excited she was to play with his massive frame. She loved him giant sized, no matter what shape, and would likely take her sweet time moving his weight around as part two of their plan to get those stupid jocks to shut up and stop harassing the rest of the team.
Joce grinned and grabbed his hand, pulling him (barely) through the large doors of the cafeteria towards their place. They were going to have so much fun, what would she turn him into next?