Peter gazed down at his massive body, well gazed at what he could see of it anyway, which was pretty much only his titanic-sized pecs, which blocked everything else from view.
Peter simply sat there in the middle of the crowd, he had been unsuccessful in waddling anywhere due to his inhumanly size and muscle mass. His gigantic thighs were simply too huge to move around one another, and because of their over-sized shape, were spread extremely wide apart, yet still pressing into one another with tremendous force.
His biceps and forearms, being as large as they were allowed little if any movement at the elbows, and his gargantuan shoulders did nothing to aid in Peter's ability to lift his arms. Movement of his neck was far from reality and he was only able to bend at his waist a fraction of an inch as the moment he bent forward, his bloated muscle gut and immense legs collided with each other.
"Joce..." Peter said in a heaving breath.
"Yes darling?" she answered.
"I think I might need you to shrink my down a bit so I can move..." Peter saw his girlfriend's face fall and quickly added, "Only for a little bit, so we can get away from all these people!" he said, gesturing with his eyes to the hundreds of gawking people in the crowd around them. "you can make me grow later when we are in private!"
This seemed to brighten Joce a little, but she still looked disappointed as she used her magic ability to start shrinking Peter down to a more practical size.
Peter almost instantly felt relief in his tremendous quads as they deflated, and the awesome pressure they exerted on each other was relieved. The rest of his massive body followed suit and soon he was just six and a half feet tall and a little over 380 pounds. Joce quickly used her magic to clothe Peter in a tight white undershirt and black mesh gym shorts which, while tight around his waist and upper thighs, hung slightly loosely down to just above his knees.
As an after thought, since she was still a little upset at having to shrink Peter down, she exchanged his tight, flat cobblestone abs for a massive beer gut. Peter's eyes grew wide as his stomach began to inflate with hard muscle and fat, stretching the white t-shirt to it's limits, but not tearing it. By the time Joce had finished, Peter weighed a hefty 420 pounds with a hint of tanned belly sticking out from below the white undershirt.
"That," Joce said, "is for making me shrink you."
"I guess I kinda deserved it..." Peter said, though he wasn't that upset as he gazed down at his massive belly rubbing it on the sides. Joce also realized she didn't do anything that would upset him or her, because she like her man big, no matter what the substance that caused it, fat or muscle.
"Let's get out of here!" Peter said, offering a heavily muscled and toned left arm to Joce, while his other arm and hand absently stroked the side of his belly.
"Yes, lets." Joce replied, struggling to get her petite and slender arm through the narrow opening provided between Peter's ripped bicep, rippling forearm and rock-hard obliques.
"I feel like getting a hotel room." Joce blurted out as they left the fairgrounds. Peter looked down at her, and said,
"Ok, but what for?"
"Just to have some fun I guess." She said with a smile, her mind churning with ideas for the kind of fun they would have in the hotel tonight.
On the way to the hotel, Joce began slowly shrinking Peter even more, planning for a future massive hulk out in the hotel room later that night. She made it so he would not notice the changes as well. So it was that while they walked, Peter slowly shrank from six and a half feet to about 5 foot 8 inches. He also lost his giant beer gut and several hundred pounds of muscle, bringing him to a slight, but toned and very ripped 180 pounds.
They finally reached a hotel to Joce's liking, which was a clean, and large 4-star hotel part of a large chain, and walked in, "Yes, this looks wonderful!" Joce said as they walked up to the reception desk.
The woman behind the counter looked up at Peter and Joce, her eyes lingering over Peter's extraordinarily handsome face, and said, "How can I help you?"
"We would like a room for the night, what is the nicest you have?" Joce said.
"Well, let me see..." the woman looked down at her computer screen and typed in a few things and looked up again at the couple, "we have a large, 2-bedroom suite with a jacuzzi available."
"That will do perfectly." Joce said.
"That will run you $400." the woman said.
"Not a problem," Joce said, wishing a credit card into Peter's back pocket, and willing him with her mind to take it out to pay the woman.
Peter did so, and the couple then made their way to the elevator with their room key.
"This is going to be fun!" Joce said to her extremely handsome and toned boyfriend as they made their way down the hall to their room.
"Yes it will be," Peter replied when they reached their room. He paused and stared down at his strikingly gorgeous girlfriend, and said, "Let me carry you across the threshold!" He said, and with that he bent, scooped up his girlfriend, and with one arm cradling her, used the other to slide the key card into the slot, and open the door to their suite.
"My you are so strong!" Joce giggled as He set her down in the middle of the room. The suite was nicer than either of them had expected. It was very large, carpeted with thick, soft crimson carpet and the walls painted a soft beige. There was a small kitchenette with a small dining room off to one side. In the living area of the suite was a full bar stocked with champagne, wine, and other drinks. Near the back of the room was a large master-bedroom with a huge king-sized bed and a jacuzzi big enough for four adults in one corner. Off of the master bedroom was a good-sized bathroom with two sinks, and a large shower stall. There was also a second bedroom, equally as large, but with two smaller, queen-sized beds in it. Beside the door to this bedroom was a second bathroom, smaller than the master bath, but still a good size with a tub-shower and just one sink.
"This will do perfectly!" Joce said, moving towards the bar and popping open a bottle of champagne, pouring two glasses, and settling with Peter on the plush couch.
"I love you, Joce." Peter whispered.
"I love you too, Pete." Joce whispered in return.
As they sat there, sipping their champagne, the bubbles in her glass gave Joce an idea...