Desperate for an idea, Peter managed to notice the sound of sloshing
over Joce's (and his own) moans. It seemed that Joce's growing
breasts were mostly filled with liquid!
Maybe he could deflate Joce's breasts a little and then fix them
before he was smothered by the now beanbag sized mammaries. It might
also distract Joce enough to get her to snap out of her sex craze (or
at least, distract her long enough he could change her into a much
less hormonal body).
Grabbing a nipple the size of a beer can, Peter maneuvered it to his
mouth and began to suck. He didn't know how much he could stomach,
but he had to try...
Concentrating on his task, and his view blocked by Joce's over-sized assets, Peter didn't see his stomach fill with Joce's milk with ease.
First, it simply looked like a small pooch on his well muscled frame,
barely noticeable under his shirt and in comparison to the massive
dick still buried in his girlfriend.
But as Peter continued to suck and drink on the two massive jugs, that
pooch became a beer gut, peaking out of the bottom of his shirt. With
each gulp it filled out further, pushing up his shirt and becoming
larger and larger.
Soon, Peter's stomach might have been mistaken for that of a pregnant
woman's, big and full but taut and not sagging at all. If not for the
slight downward point due to gravity, it would have resembled a
balloon slowly expanding with each gulp.
By the time it had expanded the size last seen in public when the
Octomom's pictures were published, Joce noticed the growing pressure
pushing her off the massive member of her own perverted design.
Despite struggling against it, she couldn't get it to budge, and with
a slick pop, she was pushed to the side and was free of the intimate
embrace that had caused her and Peter's out of control growth.
Not that Peter seemed to notice- his single mindedness on his task
kept him sucking and gulping down Joce's milk.
Only when Joce had been returned to her respectable size of
watermelons (along with the rest of her shrinking down to her pre-sex
monster size), drained of milk, did Peter let go. He sank down to the
ground, spent.
In front of him, was the massive oval sphere of his gut, big, taut and
full, forcing his legs to spread eagle around it. His t-shirt was
bunched under his still-firm pectorals. Without his giant stomach,
he'd be still an oversized muscle man, but his well defined muscles
dwarfed compared to the weather balloon sized gut.
Peter patted the curve and let out a loud, resounding burp....