The new transformation couple decided they needed to have a real night on the town, now that everyone would magically remember them having look as they had changed themselves. Joce felt the need to be seen with the biggest guy and the room- she'd always been the one left at the sideline before she met Peter. There were several girls who'd always flaunted their massive football boyfriends as they'd called her plain and uninteresting.
But she did know that Peter was still nervous about being overly large around people, like he'd been at the other club, no matter that people would always think he'd looked like that. She had to admit she was nervous too.
After some silly transformation of each other (Peter, five feet tall and skinny save for massive biceps, Joce with four breasts and no butt), they began to work on the perfect bodies to start off with when they were out on town. Both agreed that as they became more comfortable, they'd bump up their transformations. Peter could see Joce fleetingly imagining growing him in a crowded club, but she assured him she'd only do it when he was ready.
Peter changed Joce first- otherwise, Peter would out grow Joce's changes to him. She'd left him short and skinny so that while he'd change he wouldn't be too big. Joce was still thankful that Ty had made it so that when Peter transformed him, he grew as well.
But her thoughts were cut off as Joce felt the tingle run up her spine. She grew up from five foot two to almost six feet, he body sleek and well toned. Then she felt mentally Peter up her age to a more mature twenty twom no longer a teenager but a woman. Her hips widened and her butt grew round and taught, forming a nice heart shape that she knew Peter enjoyed. Her hair lengthened down her back, thick, luxurious and the color of honey. Her lips became full and ruby red. He then changed her clothes to a slinky little black dress with a low cut strap top.
She wasn't surprized when her breasts began to inflate. They were volleyballs, then basketballs, before settling on a size that watermelons would be proud of. The top of the dress now looked almost indecent, the straps reminding her of those old fashion cigarrette girls with their trays hung in front of them- except her tray was a rack that she could only just get her arms around.
But what did surprise her was the tingle she felt as her pussy began to thicken and stretch a little, and her vagina become deeper and larger. She blushed a bit as her underwear rubbed against her nub, making her feel a little more aroused.
Joce looked to Peter, it was her turn to change him into a match to the sexual goddess he'd changed her into. She rested her hands on the top of her shelf of a bust, giggling a bit as it jiggled and bounced.
Images of a big, massive match to her began to form in her head...
How far could she go?