One growth fantasy

One fantasy I’ve been indulging myself with the last few weeks involves me turning into a mini-giantess at work.

There’s one guy at work who really annoys me. He’s always trying to chat me up and he’s not even smaller than me. He’s an inch or so taller. So in the fantasy he asks, “What do I need to do to get you interested in me?”

And I say, “I’m only into smaller men. So either you need to shrink or I need to grow.”

He laughs at me, but after a few seconds his pants start to fall down. He’s shrinking into his clothes! And he’s not just getting shorter – those big muscles of his are melting away, and in a minute or two he’s a scrawny little pathetic creature, no more than four and half feet tall.

“Now you’re talking!” I exclaim, suddenly hot over his tiny stature. And he’s standing there, swimming in his clothes, stunned and crying.

But it’s not over! Just as quickly as he began shrinking, I start growing! I notice it when my bra starts to get tight. My boobs are naturally quite spectacularly large, thank you, but I realize that they’re getting even bigger! My blouse buttons start popping off as my boobs grow to F, G, H cup size! They’re huge!!!

And it’s not just my breasts because I’m filling out all over! My ass is getting bigger, and my arms and legs are becoming more muscular. Soon I realize my sleeves are bursting around my growing arms and my skirt has split. My little man’s muscles shrunk away to nothing, but mine are doing the reverse! Soon I’m built like a muscle chick – harder and stronger than any guy in the office!

My mini-paramour is just staring at me. It looks like he’s shrinking but he’s not! He’s only two-thirds his old height, but now I’m growing to 150% of mine! Taller! Oh, yes! So much taller! My clothes are tearing off me, falling away as rags, when my head hits the ceiling. It’s an eight foot ceiling! Holy shit! I have to crouch a bit, but my head breaks the ceiling plaster anyway, and my little man covers his head to avoid getting hurt.

Finally it stops – I’m a super-built, huge-breasted nine foot giantess! I grab him by his arms, which are so small and soft, and pick him up. He’s terrified and awed and turned on, all at once. What will I do with him? It doesn’t really matter because I always orgasm by the time I get to this part.