Joce was torn- part of her was scared someone might see Peter and her were quickly passing the limits of human physiology and that Peter was even realizing what he was doing. But the other part of her was moaning audibly as the warm tingle that filled her as she grew, and the feeling of Peter behind her, practically a wall of muscle.
While Peter pushed 12 feet tall and nearly as broad across, she had shot up 7 feet. Her skirt had ridden up and now strained at her widening hips. A large crack-snap filled the air as her bra gave up the fight against her bust; they were practically medicine balls, full and pert even as they stuck out a good 3 feet from her body. Her shirt was practically transparent now, going from oversized to not even completely reaching the bottom of her breasts.
She turned to face Peter, trying not to drool at the oversized muscle god in front of her. It was hard to think completely straight- Peter's "improvements" to her must have increased her sex drive ten fold. But she knew if Peter kept this up, she'd be bursting out of her clothes, and she did not want to be naked in the middle of the street, no matter how deserted it was. Growling in frustration, her hands cupped the water pipe sized member barely encased in Peter's shorts, and dug her fingernails in hard.
Peter's eyes snapped open and Joce felt the tingle of transformation stop. He goggled at the barely decent (and only in the broadest terms of that definition) Joce, her chest jiggling at the slightest moment. He went to scratch his head in confusion when he realized couldn't move very much at all- he was too big! Oops....maybe he'd wanted to be too big...
Just then to Joce's horror, she heard the sounds of a car coming down the street. Before she could even think to move, a cop car drove up to them and slowed down. A middle age officer rolled down the window. Joce was only barely aware her clothes had grown to cover her very well.
But to her surprise the officer smiled at them both. "Oh, hello Peter, Joce! Out enjoying the night?"
Peter blinked, "Er, yeah, thanks..."
"I swear you look bigger every time we see you! Still, crime's gone down with you around, so I doubt anyone's going to mind. If you run into any trouble, let us know." And with that they drove off.
"What the heck was that?" Joce stared in disbelief.
A light clicked on in Peter's head. "Joce, what time is it?"
Joce looked at him in confusion, before glancing at her watch. "Quarter past midnight, why?"
"Ty's wish! It's the next day, so no matter what we look like now, people will think we've always looked like that."
"So at that, you're now the town's one man crime deterrent. But really, you almost didn't stop! You got to be a little bit careful."
Peter nodded, or at least as best he could. Joce smiled at him, and his muscles dwindled enought that he had a full movement again. She too shrank down, back to her normal height- but her bust was still two pontoons attached to her chest, accentuated by a very low cut shirt and a very thin black lace bra. She cupped them experimentally, and they suddenly bumped up three cup (or gallon, really) sizes.
Peter grinned at her mock scowl. The smile turned to a gape when his gut rumbled and began inflating rapidly, wieghing him down, and finally forcing him to land of his ass on the ground. He winced as the buttons pop of his shirt violently and the waistband and zipper ripped on his pants. Finally after reaching an impossible 6 feet radius it stopped. The skin felt like a taught balloon stretched tight- nothing like a fat stomach would. Whatever he was filled with, it was incredibly heavy, and the weight pushed uncomfortably against his package. "I'm sorry! I'll shrink them-"
"Oh, no. That was for getting carried away. I have to admit I don't mind these, at least for a night." She bounced on her heels, sending her breasts bouncing. Peter watched, entraced.
And with that his gut deflated quickly. His shirt reformed now half open and framing his large pectorals. His pants stiched back together as his eight pack reformed, but not all the mass of his gut vanished- instead as it deflated it seemed as was flowing into his package. By the time his eight pack was once again delectibly defined, it seemed there was a misshappened prize watermelon in the front of his pants. "Of course, I shouldn't be the only one walking around so gifted." Joce licked her lips.
Peter's eyes went wide- what kind of adventure were they going to have tonight?