Peter pumped a full bench press set of weights as hand weights, enjoying the wonderful feeling of strength as triceps and luggage sized biceps flexed and relaxed. A full 500 pounds on each arm, and he didn't even strain as he lifted them from waist to chin. To be so unlimited was like a dream come true, and more than slightly erotic. No matter how he tried, he kept going back to how great it felt to grow, both in size and strength. He worried if Joce had something else on her mind for him, and forcing him to think like this...
Joce frowned, feeling his worry, as she finished putting away the last of her laundry. :Peter, I promise I would never play with your mind like that. Guess you've always subconsciously wanted to grow like this. And you better not look now, but if you like your last little spurt, wait 'til you feel your next one!:
Little spurt? He'd doubled in size the last time! But looking up from his weights, he noticed that he gathered a crowd. In fact, it looked like every major weightlifter was jostling for his attention. All of them began talking to him once, asking about routines, steroids...
Almost immediately the sensation of transformation ripped through him- and he was bound to cause questions if he suddenly gained all that muscle here!
:Do you want me to stop?: Peter heard Joce, worried at his own panic. Part of him did, but a larger part of him didn't want the sensation to end.
:Go to the locker room! i'll take care of the rest.:
Peter made it to the locker room in a matter of strides. He ignored the crowd, and tried not to wince as the locker door practically crumbled in his hand....
And suddenly he found himself lying face up in a pile of hay. Joce suddenly appeared upside down in his field of vision. "Hey! Ready to finish what we started?"
Peter grinned. "Yeah!"
With that, Joce leaned down to plant a kiss on his forehead, but he met her halfway, capturing her lip with his.
With that, the sensation roared to life. Peter arched his back as wave after wave hit him. A moan of pleasure rumbled from his growing chest.
Joce marveled. Her boyfriend was overshadowed her vertically while still horizontal. She leaned into the swelling flesh, echoing his moan.
Suddenly she was lifted into the air, and placed on one of the massive pectorals. The massive hand of Peter cupped her ass. She grinned, knowing Peter knew she loved feeling the muscle expand. But she knew he was practically on the brink of orgasm.
Peter was a giant now- by far the largest person on the planet. The gym short he'd been wearing, that Joce had expanded in the gym, burst as his legs- now a good ton on their own- inflated to the sizes seen in sewer pipes. Each of his calves were the size of wrecking balls, and just as hard. His back shot out, his shoulders now separated by meters of lats. His shoulders too, looked like wrecking balls, practically spherical before his arms swelled to catch up. Each bicep seemed to explode, possibly the size of small cars, rock hard even unflexed. They seemed too large for his arm, eclipsing the entire upper arm, just begging to be flexed to even larger sizes.
Peter moved a hand down to his abdomen, as each muscle of his six pack bugled first to paving stone, then to the size of chairs, filling his stomach out past his pectorals like a rising mountain range. But only for a moment as slowly, each pectoral pushed up and out. Joce first felt like she was on top of a car, and then a truck. The nipple beside her was the size of her head! She stroked it lovingly, eliciting yet another moan, deep within the massive chest. Looking beyond, she saw the over stretched BVDs tented- literally- over a member that had to be taller than she was, and as thicker than her arms could encircle. It shuddered as the last of the growth died away, slinking down to the size of a slumbering bear in its now damp abode.
Peter sat up, sated and relax, but still coursing with a seemingly unlimited supply of energy. Joce, seated on the top of one of the pectorals, felt like she'd stumbled onto a King Kong set. Peter was now 18 feet tall, so overstuffed with muscle that he nearly rivaled his height in all directions. His weight must have been at least a dozen tons; the bedrock under the barn now cracked.
Joce stood up and walked along the shelf of pectoral muscle to Peter's head; larger than hers but still ridiculously small compared with the whalish body beneath it. They kissed each other passionately, happy to realize each others dreams.
But if anyone thinks this was the limit of their fantasy, they were dead wrong!