Peter and Joce walked out of the mall, ignoring the stares that followed them. Joce had mended Peter's jeans for him, but he still had an impressive gut from all the food he'd eaten. It was the size of a large medicine ball, which Peter patted with pride. Even was even more massive than before, as the rest of the almost 100 pounds of food. He was a wall of muscle, each movement emphasizing a set of gargantuan biceps, quads, pecs and more.
"So my metabolism makes this possible everyday?" Peter grinned at Joce as they entered the park.
Joce smiled as she stretched, her bust bouncing slightly with the effort. "Yup! Your body is basically a muscle mass machine. And just wait until you're a little bit older- my man's going to be the biggest thing the world's ever seen!"
She leaned into him, enjoying his warm, strong, supportive mass as he stroked her back.
Suddenly...