They find themselves embarrassed... But loving it.

Laying on the floor and looking down at themselves, Peter found the suit managed to snake his erection against his leg and wrap it in black demin to hide it just in time, but not without leaving a mess on MJ's thighs. A waiter had quickly scurried up to check on the two as they got up, patting themselves down and getting a paper cloth to wipe the mess off MJ's leg. But once they managed to get to their feet, the pair were struck with a slight sense of vertigo.

They were huge!

Peter looked like an overweight trucker with a massive beer belly and fat ass, his arms and legs solid but bulky as the jeans clung to his legs and waist. His black button shirt managed to stay on but looked painted on his swollen form and did nothing to hide his paunch or man-boobs. Despite this his arms and shoulders were solid and broad, as was his back. MJ however looked absolutely curvaceous and full bodied. Her breasts had swollen and filled out until they rivaled melons stuffed in her tube top, pushing the fabric out enough to form a foot deep cleavage. Her hips were almost a meter wide, and her thighs were round and solid, reaching up to the shelf of an ass barely contained in her mini-skirt. There was a softness to her face now that drew Peter to her in a way he never felt before, seeing her even more beautiful than ever.

"I am deeply sorry for the entire matter." Apologized the waiter as he picked up the remains of the chairs and two other servants cleared away the table and mess. "I will see to it you are brought to a new table."

"Yeah... Yeah, sure." Replied Peter, his eyes darting to the man only briefly but still staring at his buxom wife. Had he been paying attention, he would have noticed he had to look down at the man to see his face, something he didn't have to do when the both of them came in earlier. The two had not only grown larger and heavier, but TALLER as well. Almost 3 inches taller.

"Can we get more food too? I'm starving." Pouted MJ, the two guided to a new table with sturdier looking chairs.

The moment they were sat at a new table, Peter leaned forward with an extended finger to have MJ lean in the same way, her breasts overflowing the table as she did so with a sly grin.

"Don't think I didn't know that was you stroking me off."

"You want me to stop Tiger?" She purred, bringing her bare foot up his leg to stroke at his inner thigh, the symbiote peeled back the crotch of his pants again, letting his cock spring free and throbe as it made contact with her toes.

"Hnn... No."

Waiting patiently, the couple were given their refills and went right back to eating, all the while the venom symbiote watched and observed.