The giant stomach quivered, and Joce watched with awe as the massive
gut's volume seemed to be absorbed by the rest of Peter's body. Like
dough, each muscle rose and expanded- almost as if Peter was a parade
float, prepping for launch.
His torso, in particular, seemed to widen out of proportion. His
stomach was now more spread out, wrapping around to his back and
pushing is arms out further. His ass, too, bubbled out further,
giving him a slight teardrop shape.
His groin, previously crushed by the massive gut, peeked into view,
and some of the mass not pumped elsewhere began to inflate it, forcing
more of it into view.
Joce had the vague notion some might say Peter now looked like an
oversized bear- to her, it was as if someone had crossed the Hulk with
a parade float- and she loved it.
Peter seemed to love it to- his hand now were stroking his new body,
particularly his new gargantuan middle.
He looked up to Joce, and...