Peter could feel the tingle start all over, and he shot a look to Joce. 'Don't go overboard, Please!' He tried to think as hard as he could. Yes, she could grow him to a ton of muscle and 20 feet tall, but then they could really draw some attention that they didn't need.
Joce smirked and folded her arms (or at least, best she could- Peter must have subconsciously made them larger as Paul was talking). OK, so she wouldn't make him insanely big, as much as this jerk deserved it.
Instead, as Peter stood up, he projected the image he'd always been big, but the shadows had been hiding most of his bulk- it was a dark night club.
Paul began to gain a look of 'oh, shit' as Peter seemed to stand up from a little over 5 feet to 6 feet and then even further. Joce made sure that his clothes stretched to accommodate his growing frame, but she wasn't completely innocent- she kept the clothes incredibly tight, showing of the mass and musculature of her growing boyfriend.
Peter pushed past seven feet, and the growth slowed, but the size he was left at would put the fear of anything in someone, and Paul was feeling it bad- he shook his head. His mind must have been really distracted by the hot bitch to miss her boyfriend was this honking beast. He didn't just have muscles, he had the same air that a bear or a bull might have. Hell, his neck was the size of Paul's waist, and one arm might have made of half of Paul in total!
Peter shifted comfortably in his new size- he'd been so nervous before about being this big in public, but now, he almost felt more comfortable being a seven and a half foot giant weighing more than half the clubs patrons put together. And he knew Joce hadn't played with his mind- if she wanted to do that, she'd have done it before they even entered the club. He looked down at the sniveling idiot that before had so intimidated him moments before. Peter let a small snarl- the male equivalent of "boo."
Paul was gone in 3 seconds flat.
Joce sauntered up to Peter and curled up against him. Peter grinned wolfishly at her, leaning down to whisper in her ear. "You're a naughty, naughty girl. But without you, I'd be pulp."
Something clicked in Joce's head. "Actually, you subconsciously tried to grow yourself too- when Paul was checking me out, I got, um," she motioned toward her chest, "a boost? Remember, you grow every time you change me, and I think you wanted to be bigger and that was the only way you could do immediately."
It was then that Joce noticed some girls were checking out Peter. Scratch that, A lot a girls were.
Peter noticed her glare at some of the girls who were batting their eyes and licking their lips...at him? That was new. But he could feel Joce, for all her happiness that she was the one going home with him, feel self conscious about herself compared to them.
Joce was surprised when she felt her neckline drop lower and her breast perk and grow. Her hair dropped out of her ponytail and framed her face sexily, and her skirt raised to show off her toned legs. "Remember, you were the one beating them off with a stick a few minutes ago."
Joce nodded, still in awe about how amazing Peter treated her. Then she remembered every time he changed her, he'd grow too. Quickly she loosened the clothes that now threatened to burst. Sending the other girls a spectacular smile, she bumped up Peter's package size.
Peter blushed, as his jeans stretched to accommodate what looked like a melon shoved down his pants! With a python that large, one stray thought and he might rip right through.
This was going to be a interesting night, and it had only just begun!