Now, Peter looked at her questioningly. "Uh, what do we do now?"
Joce grinned. "Well, as much as I like being any size for you, these puppies," she motioned to her still very large breasts- Peter must have wished she'd be able to carry them, no matter what size, "are going to draw a lot of attention- it might be best if you shrank them back a bit."
Peter nodded, but instead of her chest growing smaller, her tattered shirt reformed to become a low cut t-shirt (barely) covering her 'assets', which still were the size of bean bag chairs.
"Peter!" She tried not to coo at her overly sensitive nipples brushed the t-shirt. He was a fast learner with these powers of his!
"Hey, I like it when you draw attention- you're beautiful no matter what ."
Joce grinned, how could you stay mad at a guy like that? "Yeah, and you know you're the one I'll go home with. I guess I'm guilty of that too. But I am defying gravity right now- no way I could stand with anything this big attached to me without your help!"
Suddenly the tingled returned, and her chest dwindled to a little larger than her original size. Now she felt that twinge she always saw in Peter's mind after he returned to normal- it was so...fun to be those sizes.
But as she bagan to shrink Peter to a much more believable size (or at least one that could fit through most doorways, she felt more than she heard her t-shirt rip as they began to once again fill out to more proposterious sizes. "Peter!" She was so distracted he stopped shrinking at about 8 1/2 feet.
Peter grinned nervously. "I got hungry again?"
Honestly, as if that excuse would work...wait. Joce's eyes went wide as she read his thoughts, he really was still hungry.
"I guess when when you drank from me the first time, I was so, um, turned on I wished you'd keep it up without realizing it."
"Oh." She could almost hear the disappointment in his voice. "So I guess you'll be turning that off."
"I didn't say that...." She finished freeing herself from the shirt. He could reform that for her later, anyways. Peter grinned, then felt a tingle in his own stomach.
"Just making sure last time doesn't happen again." Joce said a bit cryptically. But Peter was too distracted, getting seriously turned on as Joce's breasts inflated again, this time not even bothering to grow her first then fill her with milk, they swelled with the liquid, almost sloshing as he held them.
Joce counteracted his normal growth from changing her, so this time when he stopped, he was only 10 feet instead of the 15 feet before, but he still was forced to keep his legs wide and his arms would probably have rested at 50 degrees from his body, just to fight for space.
Peter immediately began to drink again, and soon Joce was back to much more managable sizes and Peter looked like he'd eaten several prize winning watermelons. He expected to feel it be digested in a matter of minutes.
But instead there was a rumble, and his stomach began to inflate rapidly! "Hey, I thought you said that this wouldn't happen again!"
"Oh, no, I just made sure that it wouldn't make you immobile again." Sure enough, the stomach simply jutted out, rather than sag. And since my milk just goes right through you, I figured once it was inside you I'd make it something much more filling."
Filling was right. Peter's gut jutt out 4 feet from his body, and was just as wide, and now was growing larger in width than his gargantuan bod! Finally, at 5 1/2 feet it slowed to a stop. Even his huge arms reached around a little more than half way. But he was definately full. Stroking the top of the overstuffed bubble, he marvelled at how good it felt.
"With your metabolism, it'll be all gone within a half hour."
Peter nodded, but that wasn't exactly what he was wondering about. "So no matter how big this got, I could still walk?"
"Well, maybe when it got to about 15 or 20 feet across, it'd be bigger than you were, and you'd have to wait for it to partially digest to have your feet reach the ground. But you'll always be able to lift it, no matter what."
"Man, I could eat the entire buffet at Mike's Pasta and still have room for the rest of the block!" Joce giggled. Mike's Pasta was infamous for having too much food- the football team always ate there when they needed to gain weight.
Slowly Peter's gut shrank- 20 minutes later, the lines of his 12 pack were starting to become visible again.
Peter and Joce looked at each other- what next?