Every second seemed to stretch on for hours at a time as each muscle doubled, then tripled in size. Peter's mind was overloaded with pleasure- every inch screamed with power and size. His bones were forced to grow even thicker and stronger, or his own weight would have suffocated him long ago. They had to grow longer, too, or the sheer bulk of the growing muscle would have dislocated every joint in his body.
Even still, his body was almost wider than he was tall- which was saying something as he pushed 9 feet tall. His chest was the size and weight of the mother of all S.U.V.s, and each of his labored breaths made it rumble like a freight train. Through the cloud of ecstasy he attempted to flex them, only to have them rise so high his chin was forced up wards. And their growth wasn't stopping.
Peter felt more than he saw his biceps swell out even further- pushing his arms to rest at a sixty degree angle from his body. Even though he had long abandoned his flexing position, they stood so taught under his skin that they still looked pumped. He moaned as he felt them swell again, rivaling the size of shipping containers. By the end of the night, Peter was sure his arms would be forced to stick straight out by their sheer mass. He had an image of girls he'd seen on inflation enthusiast's webpages, practically round save their heads, hand and feet. Would he become something like that, the strongest buffest thing on the planet, but immobile?
Peter was unaware that even his own face was changing. Although ridiculously small compared to the feet of muscle jutting out from every side, it was growing slightly larger as well. The bones of his skull were thickening along with the rest, and his jaw and tongue muscles swelled as the magic of Joce's wish continued. He could probably crush stones like others would chew gum if he wanted to now.
But Peter was more interested in feeling the changes going on in the rest of his body. His hand stroked his midsection as his abs swelled with each passing second, at times looking like the largest 'roid gut in the world before other muscles surged to dwarf them. A jackhammer wouldn't put a dent in these boulders of muscle- each looked like three of the largest pectoral sets in the world, stacked on top of each other. His legs, long surpassing the biggest oak trees, seem to be pushing for redwoods now. Each quad was bigger than two men, and his calves were larger and tougher than wrecking balls. His ass could have belonged to and elephant, round and taught as Peter sat (unable to keep his balance as he surged in all directions).
But they paled to the crowning achievement of Peter's body, still encased (barely) by the super stretchiest speedo. His ball sac looked like twin hot air balloons inflating under the spandex, pushed forward due to the lack of space between his legs. His dick, erect from the pleasure Peter felt from his constant growth, was a curved sewer pipe three feet thick. It tried to stand at attention, but the sheer weight of it and the spandex kept it at half mast.
Peter had long passed the 2 tonne mark, and was quickly approaching his third, as his body sunk slightly into the sand. Peter felt surely that the night was more than half over, but unbeknown to him, the moon indicated he was merely three hours into the greatest night of his life.
How much bigger could he get? What would he look like when the sun rose?
Would Joce enjoy her muscle god?
Or would she want more?