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Peter, still sitting in that puffed-out chest, tried not to think about it, focusing on tomorrow instead.

"Well, other than meet them... That's a good question," he says, musing. "I guess if things go well, we'll have to figure out some way to live halfway normal lives. I already know that I want to stay with you, whatever happens, though."

"Ah, right... Well, in that case... If they insist upon taking one, or both, of us, then that's going to be a tough situation," Peter muses, trying to come up with whatever options he can.

"Let's be systematic about this. If we turn ourselves in, what are the consequences? I suppose we'd end up in the tubes again, but if we tell them our side of the story, then they'd sort of have to investigate it, right? I mean, what's been done to us is a crime. Then again, it's quite risky. If things don't work out, we're definitely screwed," he says, weighing that one option.

"Another, I suppose, is to run for it if things turn ugly. They'll be hot on our tails, though, and probably with forces that can actually handle you, even if we grew you up some more... We'd be led into a fight, inevitably," he continues.

"As for fighting them then and there; that would probably be a bad idea. With all the reinforcements they're bound to have, I'm not sure we could win. We don't want to hurt anyone either, and taking agressive action ourselves will only make us out to be criminals, not victims."

"Lastly, we could just run for it now... We'd get a head start, but with who-knows-how-far to go before we hit the border, and as many towns and such between, it'd probably be impossible to authorities for long once they catch on," he says. "We can't guarantee we'd even be safe once we got into another country, either."

Thinking things over, he swallows and says, "If it comes to a worst-case scenario, I want you to hand me over. I don't ever want to leave you, but if it would save you I'll do it. At least one of use would be able to have freedom."

"Destroy... Them all?" Peter asked, wondering if they could really do that. He'd never even considered that they possessed the kind of power to do that, but it was dawning on him now. If L01th had no upper limit to her growth, then...

It was a frightening realization. "But, wouldn't we be against the world? Wouldn't the military come for us? And if we did win, what would be left?" he muses, not realizing that he's spoken it aloud.

"I, I... Well, I guess we are desperate... And I suppose we are just defending ourselves. It'll be their fault if they can't figure out we just want to be left alone," Peter says, a bit softly, as he tries to convince himself.

"I guess I'm just scared that this all won't work out, is all..."

Peter could imagine her doing... lots of things. He had to try to keep his thoughts under control, though. "To be honest," he admits, "we'd probably know if I didn't concentrate so hard on keeping my thoughts off of you, so as not to do anything to you by accident! It's kinda hard, when you're all around me."

All around him indeed, in quite the literal sense. It was rather exhausting, having to redirect his attention constantly, but he was getting used to it.

Peter's face turned red. He wondered if they were on quite the right page. Still, he was glad to know she needed him as much as he needed her.

"Oh screw it!" he exclaims, throwing his arms up. "I'll make you as massive as you want! I'll do whatever you want!" he continues, throwing himself into some sort of hug. As frightening as everything had been, he needed someone to hold physically throw his arms around, or against in this case.

Letting go with his thoughts, he imagines her growing larger...

"Sh-shapely!?" Peter stammers, trying to hold back a grin, but pretty much failing to do so. He was glad to be able to let his mind go for a change. Trying to keep his eyes open this time, he imagines L01th's bosom and hips filling out, and out...

Sexy clothes was not particularly Peter's strong point, given he'd spent all the years he would have cared about such things inside a test tube. However, he was damned determined to try! He remembered seeing an ad of a certain variety before, when they'd been on the run, and gave it a try.

Closing his eyes, he pictures L01th's new, luscious form, and tries to apply some kind of appealing clothing to it. A corset comes to mind, with a lacey brassiere and matching panties. Lacey stockings finished the deal, putting her in a white and silver-trimmed undergarment ensemble. It was by far the most complex thing he'd every tried with her, and so he focused on one thing at a time, and hoped it turned out alright.

Not opening his eyes, he asks, "Is this a good start...?"