With some effort, Peter managed to stand, and Joce stared. Peter was now as wide as he was tall, his six foot shoulders practically at his ears. Shifting his weight a bit, Joce watch as each bloated muscle fought for space. Just standing was flexing his incredible back muscles and ass which someone could lay a book on.
Of course, the biggest (literally and figuratively) point of interest was his gut. Despite being hard and taught, it still hung to his mid-thigh, keeping his modesty despite having reduced his clothes to shreds. On either side, his abdominal muscles strained to support it's weight.
Peter stroked each side with his massive hands, still in awe of himself. He had originally thought the only way to feel truly huge was to be the giant size he'd been earlier today, but being so packed, even in a smaller package, was just as interesting.
Joce leaned into his giant stomach, pressing her body against the hard sphere. Peter winced. "What's wrong?"
Peter grabbed either side of his wreaking ball gut (he couldn't get his arms around it) and lifted it up against his giant pecs. "Just that it was pushing against...well, you know." He blushed. "Every time I get to size I really like, something gets uncomfortable."
"Hmm." Joce started to think....