Peter walked along, slightly amazed that no one was giving him a second glance. He was huge in every aspect, but no one seemed to noticed as they walked around his hulking form.
Finally realizing that no one was taking him a freak, he rubbed the top curve of his massive belly happily. Actually, he was still feeling a bit peckish. Surely at this size a small snack wouldn't hurt.
He walked into the diner and the cook smiled at him. "The usual, Pete?"
Peter was a bit confused, but nodded, taking a seat a large table that seemed perfect for him.
Soon, a massive platter of burgers and fries were brought out to him. He'd never finish it all, but he'd just eat a bit of it...
He never noticed finishing the first plate and the second brought out, or the third or the seventh. Finally, after 20 plates, he looked up at astonishment at stack of plates in front of him.
He put his hands on his stomach- he was huge! Like someone had turned him into a parade float when he wasn't looking. But despite the weight, he seemed to be able to move alright, and walked out the back double doors.
Slowly his muscles began to catch up with the gargantuan in front of him. His jeans began to look painted on, and his butt became a boulder of rock. His pectorals increased with such size and speed, his top two buttons rocketed off with such force, they were embedded several inches deep into a nearby tree.
Peter was a giant now- easily the size of an elephant, with a gut the size of a car.
But the tingling kept going...