Standing at a formidable (text-colour:orange)[''20 meters''], she has grown both in size and in her commanding presence. She moves with a confidence that has only increased, her every gesture reverberating through the room as subtle tremors remind you of her weight and power. Her voice has taken on a booming quality, resonant and rich, filling the space in a way that’s impossible to ignore. When she calls for you, it’s like a summons from someone utterly beyond human.
As you step into the throne room, you feel dwarfed, her seated figure towering before you. Her legs, long and powerful, stretch across the floor, and her gaze lands on you with a smile as you approach. The size of her feet alone, each toe longer and larger than your forearms, reinforces just how small you’ve become in her presence.
(text-size:1.5)[''(text-colour:#fcc419)[“So,”]''] she says, her voice reverberating through your bones, (text-size:1.5)[''(text-colour:#fcc419)[“my little admirer has returned.”]''] She chuckles, a sound that makes the very air vibrate.
She shifts forward, resting her elbows on her knees and leaning down, her face so large that each feature—her eyes, her lips—holds you completely captivated. Her hand lowers, palm open and expectant. (text-size:1.5)[''(text-colour:#fcc419)[“Come here,”]''] she commands, her tone playful but unyielding.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[You step into her open palm.->Giantess goddess 7]]After embracing her role as a goddess, she realizes her growth has outpaced the world around her. With a knowing smile, she gently takes your hand and gestures toward a newly formed doorway shimmering with light, leading to a vast alternate dimension. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“This will be my new residence,”''] she explains, her tone brimming with quiet excitement. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“A place where I can become my fullest self—and, of course, where you’ll be by my side.”'']
You follow her through, marveling as she creates a large-scale version of your home with little more than a snap of her fingers. She leads you into the centerpiece of her realm: a throne room, grand yet simplistic, the very air humming with her power. Her throne, elegant yet commanding, stands at the far end of the room, as if awaiting the goddess she’s becoming. Here, she can grow to any size, unrestricted by mortal limits.
With a playful glint in her eyes, she turns to you. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“From now on,”''] she says, her voice soft but brimming with authority, (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“you’ll be here to witness every step of my journey—and perhaps help me along the way.”'']
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[One week later...->Giantess goddess 2]]The morning sun filters softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. She’s still asleep beside you, her steady breaths slow and relaxed, her larger frame stretched across much of the bed. She looks peaceful, a picture of serene confidence even in her sleep. For the first time since her transformation began, she’s slept longer than you—perhaps even goddesses need their rest.
Quietly, you slip out of bed, deciding to surprise her with breakfast. When you return, tray in hand, she stirs slightly, her eyes slowly blinking open. A gentle smile spreads across her face as she sees you, the early light catching in her eyes.
“Good morning,” you say, setting the tray down beside her. She sits up, her size immediately apparent even in this simple movement. Half-laying back against the pillows, her head reaches easily over yours, her shoulders broad and relaxed as she stretches.
(text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Breakfast in bed?”''] she says with a soft laugh, clearly pleased. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“I could get used to this.”'']
You smile, watching as she reaches for her coffee, the mug looking almost comically small in her hand. The size difference is striking: her arm alone, long and elegantly powerful, rests easily along the bed’s edge, her presence filling more space than you remember. As she picks up a piece of toast, her fingers seem almost double the size of yours, her hand practically enveloping yours when you place it next to hers. Even half-leaning back, her height and build give her a quietly impressive aura, her form exuding strength without even trying.
(text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Something on your mind?”''] she asks, noticing your gaze and quirking an eyebrow as she takes a bite of her toast.
You chuckle, shaking your head. “It’s just… seeing you like this, it’s hard not to be awestruck.”
She grins, looking down at you with amusement. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Well, it’s not every day a mortal gets to serve breakfast to a goddess,”''] she teases, nudging your shoulder affectionately.
You laugh, settling in beside her, but a thought lingers. “So… now that you’re here, fully transformed… have you thought about what’s next?”
(text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Hmm, What would make my loyal subject happy? A goddess… staying by his side? Or maybe something more?”''] Her voice is gentle, inviting you to share your thoughts.
(if:$home1 is true and $home2 is true) [(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[“Honestly? I think the idea of a life together—right here, enjoying the everyday things—sounds incredible. I don’t need you to do anything grand. I just want you to be… right here with me.”->Ending (stay at home goddess)]]]
(if:$giantess1 is true and $giantess2 is true)[(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[“You know… you’ve become something so incredible, so powerful. Why not see what you’re truly capable of? If anyone could embrace the role of a true goddess, it’s you.”->Ending (giantess goddess)]]]
(if:$home1 is true and $giantess2 is true) [(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[“You know, power is amazing, but I think your strength lies in more than just size. What makes you a goddess isn’t how big and strong you are… it’s how you go about it.”->Balanced goddess]]] (else-if: $giantess1 is true and $home2 is true)[(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[“You know, power is amazing, but I think your strength lies in more than just size. What makes you a goddess isn’t how big and strong you are… it’s how you go about it.”->Balanced goddess]]] She has now reached an astonishing (text-colour:orange)[''40 meters''] doubling in size since two weeks ago. The throne room, vast and expansive, barely seems to contain her. Her head nearly grazes the high ceiling even as she sits, her figure so imposing that she fills the entire space with her presence. Each movement—a slight shift in her seat, a stretch of her leg—sends powerful tremors through the room, as if even the earth beneath her is responding to her size and authority.
When she speaks, her voice has become a rich, booming sound, filling every corner of the room. (text-size:2)[(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Come here, my little admirer,”'']] she calls, her voice echoing around you. There’s an unmistakable playfulness in her tone, yet her gaze is firm, her presence all-encompassing.
You approach, feeling both a thrill and a hint of nervousness. She watches you closely, her eyes gleaming with amusement as you come closer to the colossal figure that she has become. Her legs stretch out before you, each one as tall as a building, her feet resting solidly on the ground. Her hand lowers once again, fingers outstretched, each one easily twice your height.
(text-size:2)[(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Climb up,”'']] she instructs, her voice carrying a playful yet unmistakable authority. (text-size:2)[(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“It’s time you explore your goddess's body properly.”'']]
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[You begin to climb her hand.->Giantess goddess 10]]Her fingers curling slightly around you as she lifts you high, closer to her lips. Her breath alone, warm and fragrant, surrounds you as she speaks, her voice like a soft rumble. (text-size:1.5)[(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Now,”'']]' she purrs, (text-size:1.5)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“hug one of my fingers. Show me that even a goddess this large can be admired properly.”'']
You step toward her nearest finger, which rises before you like an ancient column. As you wrap your arms around it, your embrace barely spans even a fraction of its circumference. Her finger is warm and slightly pliant, but as she watches you, her expression softens. A low hum of satisfaction escapes her lips, her breath washing over you like a gentle breeze.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[And then it happens.->Giantess goddess 8]]Her hand beneath you begins to shift and expand. The ground beneath your feet stretches wider, the ridges of her skin elongating as her palm broadens. You feel yourself rising higher, the distance between you and the ground below growing with every passing second. Her fingers swell gently in your arms, their smooth surfaces becoming even more prominent and substantial as they grow thicker and longer.
Above you, her face begins to transform as well. Her already massive features become even more pronounced, her lips fuller and her cheeks slightly rising as her head inches higher into the sky. Her immense eyes remain fixed on you, filled with wonder and an undeniable sense of adoration. Her nostrils flare slightly as her breathing deepens, and her warm breath now feels even more encompassing.
Her growth doesn’t stop there. Her thumb and the finger you’re hugging continue to lengthen, becoming more robust. The grooves of her fingerprint beneath your hands expand, the ridges turning into shallow valleys. Her nails grow larger and more defined, catching the sunlight as their curve becomes even more pronounced. You shift slightly, trying to maintain your balance as her hand becomes a more dynamic, living platform beneath you.
(text-size:1.7)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Oh… I feel it,”''] she murmurs, her voice now deeper and more resonant, carrying a weight that matches her expanding size. (text-size:1.7)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“I feel everything.”'']
Her other hand comes into view, reaching toward her face to touch her cheek, her massive fingers dwarfing her own features as she marvels at her transformation. Her palm continues to widen, and you stumble slightly as her hand grows far larger than you’d expected, the distance to her thumb and fingers stretching until it feels like you’re standing on a living, moving platform.
Finally, her growth begins to slow. She gazes at you with a smile so vast it feels like an entire horizon. (text-size:1.7)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“You did this,”''] she says, her voice a mixture of awe and authority, her words carrying the warmth of gratitude but the strength of command. (text-size:1.7)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“You made me even… grander.”'']
Her fingers shift around you slightly, forming a gentle cradle as she holds you close to her enormous face. Her lips part as if to speak, but instead, she simply gazes at you for a long moment, her eyes glowing with quiet joy as she seems to savor every inch of her newfound size.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[After two more weeks of daily worshiping...->Giantess goddess 9]]Her skin warm beneath your touch, each ridge of her fingerprints forming a path beneath your hands and feet. She raises you gently, lifting you toward her face, which now fills your entire view. Her eyes, each larger than you are, regard you with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction.
(text-size:2)[(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Now,”'']] she purrs, her voice a rumbling sound that makes your chest vibrate, (text-size:2)[(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“let’s see how devoted you truly are.”'']] She lies down on her collossal bed placing you on her abs, you feel significant upward and downward movements from just her breathing, her body now a landscape of skin and warmth beneath you. Her massive hand comes to rest beside you, her finger tracing a path along your back, guiding you to explore her collosal body further.
She chuckles softly, clearly enjoying your reaction. (text-size:2)[(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“You’re even smaller than I imagined,”'']] she murmurs, her words half to herself. (text-size:2)[(text-color:#fcc419)[''“And yet… somehow, you’re perfect like this.”'']]
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Her finger brushes along your side, each touch gentle despite her immense size.->Giantess goddess 11]]Finally, the growth slows. She’s now a staggering (text-colour:orange)[''15 meters''] tall, her newly expanded butt fitting snugly against you and the once-spacious throne. She rises slightly, enough to give you some relief, and reaches down with one massive hand, effortlessly plucking you from the cushion.
Bringing you to her face, her expression softens. (text-size:1.37)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Sorry about that,”''] she says with a sheepish smile. “I didn’t mean to scare you… too much.”
Before you can respond, her lips descend, covering most of your face in a surprisingly tender kiss. Despite her overwhelming size, her touch is gentle, her warmth radiating comfort.
Pulling back, she smirks, her gaze filled with playful affection. (text-size:1.37)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Forgive me?”'']
You can’t help but laugh, shaking your head. “You’re lucky I love you, you big tease.”
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Her laughter fills the room, a rich, joyful sound that echoes around you as she cradles you close.->Giantess goddess 6]](text-colour:#e599f7)[“I'm sorry honey."] -she averted her gaze to the floor.
"No, no. I came home late and forgot to store it in a safe place, so it's my fault. But don't worry, the unlocker requires external stimulus to work so no changes should happen unless you want them to, at least that is the theory. But since it’s in your system now, maybe we can monitor the effects?”
She tilts her head thoughtfully, considering. (text-colour:#e599f7)[“So, I’d be…your test subject?”]
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[“Only if you’re okay with it,” ->Conversation 3]]
(text-colour:#e599f7)[“Yeah. Was it something important?” She looks at me with a half-smile, as if waiting for me to tell her it’s just a harmless juice.]
I hesitate, then clear my throat. “Uh, that wasn’t a juice shot.” I glance at the vial in her hand, trying to decide how best to explain this. “It’s part of a project I’m working on. Something called a…gene unlocker.”
(text-colour:#e599f7)[“A gene unlocker?” She looks intrigued, but not worried—yet.]
“Yeah.” I run a hand through my hair, trying to think of the right words. “It’s designed to…activate dormant genes. Things that might impact physical traits, like height, strength. We’re studying it for potential medical applications, muscle growth, recovery. That kind of thing.”
(text-colour:#e599f7)[“So…you’re saying I drank a gene-altering serum?” Her eyes widen a bit, but there’s an unmistakable gleam of curiosity there.]
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["Yes, yes you did..."->Conversation 2]]You're pouring coffee when your girlfriend walks into the kitchen while holding a small, empty vial. She’s got a curious look on her face, one brow slightly raised as she waves it in your direction.
(text-colour:#e599f7)[“Hey, what was this on the counter?”] she asks, a hint of a laugh in her voice. (text-colour:#e599f7)[“I thought it was one of those energy shots you sometimes get. Tasted pretty weird, though.”]
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[“You…drank that?”->Conversation 1]]The next morning, you wake to the soft sounds of her morning routine—water running, the quiet rustling of clothes. But there’s a pause, and you hear her let out a surprised gasp from the other room. You step out to see her standing in front of the mirror, gazing at her reflection with wide eyes. She’s now an imposing (text-colour:orange)[''(print: $height) cm''], she is not only significantly taller than your own height, but her presence feels almost larger than life. Her broader shoulders, long legs, and powerful frame make her seem even more statuesque than before, her head comfortably above yours even when you’re both standing close. When she reaches out to hold your hand, her fingers now extend past yours, her hand easily wrapping around your own with a firm grip.
Side by side, her new proportions emphasize just how much immense she’s become; her waist aligns closer to your chest, and even her arms are longer, her shoulders comfortably above your head. When she playfully leans over, her chin rests on top of your head, and she’s quick to give you an affectionate smile, clearly enjoying the new dynamic.
It’s as though every part of her has been enhanced to emphasize her new role—strong, protective, and self-assured—while you find yourself looking up in admiration. Her newfound height and size are balanced with a graceful ease that makes her appear effortlessly confident and entirely comfortable in her own skin. The shift between you two is apparent, but it only brings you closer, adding an exciting layer to your relationship as you navigate this new world side by side.
She turns, catching sight of you in the doorway, her expression a mix of amazement and a hint of pride. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#9c36b5)[''"Well… looks like I got what I wanted,"'' ]she says with a half-smile, her voice carrying an easy confidence that matches her new height.
You cross your arms, looking her up and down with amusement.
(if:$dismissivness>3 and $dismissive2 is true) [(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[You think to yourself: "Hmm, maybe this height doesn't look bad on her."->Ending (finally confident)]]]
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["So… still enjoying the view?"->Ending (Playful)]]
(if:$admiration>3 and $supportive2 is true)[(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["I am lost for words… you are so beautiful and statuesque!"->Ending (supportive)]]]
That night, you’re awoken by a strange, unsettling sound—muffled but painful groans from your girlfriend, as if she’s struggling in her sleep. Her body shifts restlessly beside you, her skin radiating an intense heat, and you realize she’s burning up. You sit up, instinctively reaching out, but before you can touch her, you notice that she's starting to grow.
Her breathing becomes labored, her chest rising and falling with deep, heavy breaths that seem to shake her entire body. Her legs stretch out, pushing further down the bed as her thighs thicken, muscle expanding in powerful, defined layers. Her calves follow suit, curving into thick, muscular shapes that press against the mattress. Her body seems to pulse with each breath, as if her muscles are being forced to grow.
She lets out a louder, pained groan, her face tense as her shoulders broaden, the muscle there thickening, giving her a stronger, more intimidating presence. Her biceps swell, each muscle fiber standing out as they grow thicker, her forearms gaining a sinewy strength that’s both powerful and raw. Her arms lengthen, each one more solid and muscular than before, as though her body is restructuring itself to match the frustration and determination she’s been holding back.
Her chest expands, her back arching slightly as her torso stretches, creating a deep curve of muscle along her abdomen. Each line of her abs deepens, forming a firm, chiseled pattern that radiates raw strength, while her lats broaden, adding to the width of her frame. Her entire body seems to surge, as if every part of her is being pushed to its limit.
Finally, her breathing begins to slow, her form settling, but she’s visibly changed—a striking combination of height and muscularity that fills the bed, her presence overwhelming even in sleep.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Just as you were about to fall asleep you feel her shifting in bed, follwed by sheer pressure from just the weight of her muscular leg which she wraped around you entraping you until morning.->Terrifying morning]]
The next morning, you’re awakened by the sound of her stretching beside you. Her hand brushes against yours, but this time it feels larger, warmer, and there’s a weight to her movements that’s unmistakable. As you open your eyes, you’re met with a sight that takes your breath away—she’s standing tall, now an imposing (text-colour:orange)[''(print: $height) cm''], with a serene, almost regal aura.
Her body exudes strength and elegance, each muscle in her arms, shoulders, and legs subtly defined, showcasing a powerful yet graceful build. Her posture is effortlessly confident, as if she’s fully embraced the transformation, and her gaze meets yours with an intensity that leaves you captivated. There’s a calm authority in her eyes, a glint of playfulness tempered with something deeper.
(text-colour:#ffd43b)[''“Well, well,”''] she says with a slow smile, her voice carrying a new resonance. (text-colour:#ffd43b)[''“Looks like you have your very own goddess now, darling. Reaching the top shelf? Opening jars? I think we’re a bit beyond that, don’t you?”'']
You swallow, bearly keeping your cool as you struggle to believe your eyes. "Wow, you… definitely look the part. But are you sure you’ve got the strength to back it up?” you say, half-joking, half in awe.
She chuckles softly, the sound rich and full. (text-colour:#ffd43b)[''“Oh, I think you’ll find I have more than enough strength,”''] she replies, lifting her arm to flex. Her bicep rises impressively, toned and firm, with a refined power that speaks volumes. She leans down, her gaze level with yours, her smirk widening as she takes in your reaction.
(text-colour:#ffd43b)[''"So,”''] she whispers, her voice warm yet commanding, (text-colour:#ffd43b)[''“are you ready to start treating me like the goddess I am? Or do you still need some convincing?”'']
Her words send a thrill down your spine, and it’s clear she’s fully embraced her new role. Her confidence and presence are undeniable, leaving you feeling both awestruck and excited. One thing is for sure and it's that you don't want her to stop growing.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["You are so beautiful that I am lost for words, but I think you'll need to be way bigger in order to be acknowledged as a true goddess."->Teasing 3 supportive]]She flashes you a mischievous smile and strides over to the sofa, her hands confidently gripping the edge. (text-colour:#ae3ec9)[''“Alright,”''] she says, glancing over her shoulder with a challenging glint in her eyes. (text-colour:#ae3ec9)[''“Time to prove I’ve got what it takes.”'']
With a determined breath, she begins to lift, her arms tensing and legs bracing against the floor. You can see her muscles straining, each line of definition standing out as she tries to raise the heavy piece of furniture. But the sofa barely budges. She lets out a soft grunt, shifting her stance for better leverage, her brow furrowing in concentration.
You chuckle, leaning back and crossing your arms. “Oh, come on now. I thought you said you could handle this?” (set: $playful to $playful + 1)
She huffs, giving you a mock glare. (text-colour:#ae3ec9)[''“I’m just warming up,”''] She shifts her grip and tries again, this time putting everything into it. As she strains, you notice her biceps swelling, her shoulders broadening ever so slightly. Her back muscles seem to pulse, growing subtly right before your eyes. Her quads and calves follow suit, looking more prononced by the second.
She bites her lip as she goes for a third try, determination flashing across her face, and keeps pushing herself, her muscles tightening further, gaining more definition with each attempt.
She finally releases her grip, rolling her shoulders with a sigh. (text-colour:#9c36b5)[''“Okay, maybe it’s a little heavier than I thought,”''] she says, brushing a strand of hair from her face, her voice light and unfazed. (text-colour:#9c36b5)[''“But look at this,”''] she says, playfully flexing her bicep for you. (text-colour:#9c36b5)[''“Maybe I didn’t lift the sofa… but it definitely gave me a little boost.”'']
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[“It was very close! Maybe next time you’ll be able to lift it.”->Teasing 5]]Her expression softens, the playful glint in her eye replaced by something warmer. She studies you for a moment, as if letting your words sink in, her hand lifting to trace your cheek with a tenderness that’s almost reverent. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“I’ll remember that,”''] she murmurs, a small smile curving her lips. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“After all, every goddess needs someone who’s willing to be close.”'']
There’s a sense of mutual understanding in the way she looks at you, her gaze holding both affection and quiet gratitude. You feel her grip on your shoulder tighten slightly, a silent promise of shared days and steady companionship. When she finally leans back, a quiet contentment settles between you, as if the two of you have found a perfect balance.
(set: $home1 to true)
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Later that day....->A goddess doen't need clothes]] You had been working at the lab on a groundbreaking research project for months—a gene altering serum, designed to activate dormant genes associated with growth, strength, and resilience. The goal was ambitious: to develop a medical breakthrough that could potentially help patients recover from severe muscle atrophy, speed up healing, and even combat genetic diseases. As one of the lead researchers on the project, you were responsible for overseeing experimental samples and managing their safe storage and testing.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")[[One evening...->Long day at work]]After a particularly long day, you brought home a small vial of the experimental gene unlocker. The lab was scheduled for routine maintenance the next morning, and you needed to observe the serum’s stability outside the controlled conditions of the lab for a few hours. Tired, you left the vial on the kitchen counter, labeled but in an unassuming container. You meant to stow it away safely in the fridge before bed, but it slipped your mind.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[The next day...->That fateful morning]]“We can monitor any changes together, and if anything feels uncomfortable, we can stop and consult someone.”
She takes a deep breath, processing it all. Then, to my surprise, she smiles, a little reserved but curious. (text-colour:#e599f7)[“You know what? I’m in.”]
“Really?”
(text-colour:#e599f7)[“Yeah, really.”] She shrugs, looking surprisingly calm. (text-colour:#e599f7)[“I mean, it sounds kind of fascinating. Plus, I always wanted to be a little bit taller and stronger,”] she says, smirking.
I laugh, the tension easing. “Fair enough. Let’s keep an eye on things, then. If you notice any changes, let me know?”
She nods, her expression determined. (text-colour:#e599f7)[“Absolutely. Let’s see where this goes. I will take a week off from work”]
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[The next day, after you returned from the lab... ->First event]]You see your girlfriend in the kitchen, reaching up on tiptoes, stretching to grab a jar on the top shelf. She’s extending as much as she can, but it’s clearly out of reach. Noticing her struggle, you stroll over.
"Need a hand, shorty?" you tease, leaning casually against the counter.
She turns and gives you a playful glare. (text-colour:#e599f7)["I could get it if you didn't put it up there like I'm two meters tall!"]
You chuckle and give a mock shrug. "I dunno, maybe it’s not just the shelf that’s too tall. Maybe you’re just… a little too compact."
She rolls her eyes but can't help laughing as she playfully smacks your arm.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[After that, both of you spend some time scrolling on your phones before calling it a night.->First night]]
(set: $dismissivness to 0)
(set: $admiration to 0)
(set: $playful to 0)
(set: $height to 165)Later that evening, you both settle in for the night, with you being eager to see if the gene unlocker does its magic…
(set: $height to $height + 5)
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[The next morning....->First morning]]You wake up and notice something… off. Your girlfriend is already up, standing by the window. As she turns around, you realize she looks… different.
She’s definitely taller—her body fills more of the bedroom doorway, a solid 5 centimeters (2 inches) added since last night. At (text-colour:orange)[''(print: $height) cm''], she’s stretched and more toned, her posture confident, but she's still a bundle of cuteness. There’s a newfound energy in her gaze, too.
(text-colour:#da77f2)["Good morning,"] she says, her voice a tiny bit little deeper, self-assured.
You blink, taking it all in, trying to act casual. "Morning baby… you look as radiant as ever! Did you by any chance do some stretching exercises, you seem taller?"
She raises an eyebrow and laughs, a bit more than she usually might. (text-colour:#da77f2)["Maybe I did. Guess you’ll have to get used to it."] She steps over and gives you a nudge, and you’re struck by the strength behind it.
Looks like the gene serum has started to kick in!
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["You're still my small bundle of cuteness. I bet you still can't reach the jar on the top shelf, let alone open it. But I do love your confidence ;)"->Take two]]
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[“Woah! Let’s not get too carried away ,you’re still the little one!"->Take two dismissive]]
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[“Look at you! I’m honestly amazed—you look incredible, and it really suits you. I feel lucky to see you grow like this.”->Take two supportive]]She rolls her eyes and grins. (text-colour:#da77f2)["Oh, you think so? Watch this,"] she says, striding over to the shelf. You notice her standing a bit straighter, clearly determined to prove you wrong.
(set: $playful to $playful + 1)
She reaches up, stretching her arm as high as she can, but the jar is still just out of reach. She frowns, glancing back at you with a flash of embarrassment as she tries again, balancing on tiptoes. (text-colour:#da77f2)["Okay, maybe I’m not quite there yet…"] she mutters, reaching again, fingers barely brushing the jar.
With a quiet chuckle, you step closer. "Hey, don’t look so embarrassed. You’ll get there. Besides, I’m just here to keep you on your toes." You can tell she’s slightly flustered by the whole thing, but she shakes it off, crossing her arms.
(set: $height to $height + 8)
(text-colour:#da77f2)[“Oh, you better believe it,"] she says, regaining her confidence. (text-colour:#da77f2)["I’m going to be reaching that jar and then some soon enough. Just you wait.”]
That determination in her eyes tells you she’s far from done.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Later that day, after work...->Fat]]The gene unlocker’s effects kick into high gear. As she sleeps, her body begins to shift, limbs lengthening, muscles subtly growing firmer, and her posture naturally adjusting. By morning, she’s taller, her form more defined. She stirs, stretching out, and you notice that her legs extend further down the bed than they did last night. You realize she’s had another growth spurt.
When she finally sits up, her head reaches higher than before—she’s now around (text-colour:orange)[''(print: $height) cm''] tall. Her once-petite figure now has a more powerful presence, her shoulders slightly broader, her thighs and arms thicker and her frame elegant yet strong.
You sit up, still processing the changes. She catches you staring and raises an eyebrow.
(text-colour:#be4bdb)["What, something on my face?"] she asks, playfully.
"Not quite," you say with a grin. "You’re just… taking up more space than I remember."
She smiles, looking down at her longer legs and stretching her arms. (text-colour:#be4bdb)["Yeah, I’m noticing that too,"] she says with a tone of satisfaction, flexing slightly as she examines her arms. (text-colour:#be4bdb)["I think that jar is finally in reach."]
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["Nah, I'm calling a bluff on that!"->Third times the charm]]With a newfound confidence, she gets out of bed, strides over to the shelf, and effortlessly reaches up, snatching the jar in one smooth motion. Then, with a mischievous smile, she twists the lid off without any struggle, holding it up triumphantly.
(text-colour:#be4bdb)["Looks like someone’s lost for words,"] she teases, her tone filled with a hint of playful assertiveness.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["Well that is great, I guess you can finally help me move the sofa in the living room."->A new challenger]]She chuckles, cracking her knuckles. (text-colour:#be4bdb)[“Alright, let’s see if I can put my new size to good use. Ready?”]
You both crouch down at the ends of the sofa, and on the count of three, you start lifting together. She braces herself and heaves, but the sofa barely budges on her end. She tries again, giving it her best effort, but it’s clear she hasn’t gained quite enough strength to pull it off.
Finally, she lets go, panting slightly and giving you an embarrassed look. (text-colour:#be4bdb)["Guess I’m not quite there,"] she admits, a little flushed.
You comment, trying not to laugh. "Hey, no shame in it. I guess those muscles are still catching up with the height?” (set: $domChosen to false)
She rolls her eyes, clearly a bit flustered but determined. (text-colour:#be4bdb)["Don’t get too comfortable teasing me. Next time, I’m going to lift this sofa like it’s nothing,”] she replies with a defiant smile. (set: $goddessChosen to false)
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["Oh, you are very confident for someone who fails often baby."->Teasing 1]]
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["Probably not, don't worry, I'll call my brother to help me."->Teasing 1 dismissive]]
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["You still need to do some growing, but I'm sure You'll get there"->Teasing 1 supportive]]She narrows her eyes, lips curling into a smirk. (text-colour:#be4bdb)["Careful, or I might start thinking you like it when I fail,"] she says, giving you a playful shove.
You laugh, hands raised in defense. "Hey, I’m just enjoying the view of your efforts. But it is adorable seeing you get all serious about it." (set: $playful to $playful + 1)
(text-colour:#be4bdb)["Adorable?"] She scoffs, rolling her shoulders. (text-colour:#be4bdb)["You’re really testing me today, huh?"]
With a laugh, you lean in. "Just saying—maybe all this confidence is a little premature?"
She crosses her arms, stepping closer, looking at you eye to eye. (text-colour:#be4bdb)["Alright, keep teasing me. Because when I get strong enough to move that sofa without you, I'm not stopping there."] She pauses, eyes flashing with determination. (text-colour:#be4bdb)["And then we'll see who’s laughing."]
It’s clear she’s both flustered and motivated, which makes you wonder just how far these changes might go. (set: $height to $height + 5)
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["Oh no, now I'm scared that my tall and strong girlfriend is gonna have her way with me, whatever shall I do."->Teasing 2]]
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["Careful, I wouldn't want my cute girlfriend to strain something."->Teasing 2 dismissive]]
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["With how amazing you look, I might just start cheering for you every day."->Teasing 2 supportive]]
She raises an eyebrow, crossing her arms with a smirk that’s somewhere between amused and challenging. (text-colour:#be4bdb)["Keep up the teasing,"] she says, voice dripping with playful menace. (text-colour:#be4bdb)["One day,, someone is going to be at my mercy,"] she teases, leaning in close. (text-colour:#be4bdb)["And then, no more height-related jokes for you."]
You chuckle, holding her gaze. (set: $playful to $playful + 1)
"Well, until then, I’ll just enjoy the view of my slightly taller, almost-stronger-than-me girlfriend," you say, savoring the faint blush on her face as she tries to keep up her confident act. It’s clear she’s both loving the challenge and is more determined than ever to prove you wrong. (set: $height to $height + 5)
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["On to the third night since drinking the serum..."->Third night]]That night, you wake up to a strange sensation—the bed feels unusually warm, and there’s a soft shifting beside you. You open your eyes, still half-a-sleep, but the sight before you is hard to ignore.
You watch in awe as her shoulders broaden slightly, the smooth curve of her body becoming more defined with each passing moment. Her legs, once comfortably tucked beside yours, start pushing gently against yours. The faint creak of the mattress under her added weight is the only sound that breaks the quiet of the room.
As you continue to watch, her breathing deepens, her chest rising and falling with a steadiness that speaks to the growing strength within her. She stirs, shifting closer to you, her arm reaching around to pull you into a gentle yet firm hug. Even in her sleep, her embrace feels protective, almost as if she’s subconsciously aware of the power she’s gaining. The weight of her form, now taller and stronger, presses against you, and despite the subtle discomfort of being dwarfed by her, there’s a sense of safety that comes with it.
There’s something different now—a quiet shift in the air as she grows, and you can feel it in every inch of her. Her arms feel more muscular as they pull you closer, the warmth of her body wrapping around you in a way that makes it clear she’s becoming the physically dominant one between the two of you. She holds you in her sleep like she’s determined to keep you close, and for the first time, you realize that this change, this growth, is not just physical. It’s something deeper.
You drift back to sleep, nestled against her, noticing how naturally protective she feels now, and wondering what tomorrow will bring as she continues to change, both inside and out.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["The next morning..."->The next morning]]The next morning, you’re woken up by the sound of her stretching beside you, her hand brushing against yours as she gets out of bed. When you open your eyes, you’re struck by her transformation—she’s now around (text-colour:orange)[''(print: $height) cm''], with a confident radiant posture. Her body is toned, with a lean strength, and there’s a new glint in her eyes as she looks you eye to eye, almost seeming amused.
(text-colour:#ae3ec9)[''“Well, well,”''] she says, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. (text-colour:#ae3ec9)[''“Guess who finally doesn’t need help reaching the top shelf and opening the jar?”'']
You sit down, trying to keep your cool. "I don’t know… You’ve got the height, but are you sure you’ve got the muscle to back it up?"
She laughs, the sound of her voice a little deeper and bolder than before. (text-colour:#ae3ec9)[''"Oh, I think I’m more than capable now."''] She flexes her arm slightly, as if testing her own strength, then leans down, her face level with yours. (text-colour:#ae3ec9)[''"So, still feeling brave with those jokes of yours, or are you starting to realize who’s in charge here?"'']
There's a playful intensity in her gaze, and you can’t help but feel a slight thrill. It’s clear the changes have amplified her confidence, and you wonder what other surprises she might have in store.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["Oh I think you'll need to be way bigger than that in order for the jokes to stop. I love teasing my cute previously short and weak girlfriend and that will hardy change. You are welcome to try to "negotiate" your way out (wink)."->Teasing 3]]She narrows her eyes at you, clearly amused. (text-colour:#ae3ec9)[''“Is that so?”''] she says, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow. (text-colour:#ae3ec9)[''"Well, I don’t think you realize just how much of an upgrade I’ve gotten,”''] she smirks, leaning over, casting a shadow over you. (text-colour:#ae3ec9)[''“And if I keep growing, I don’t think you’ll have much of a choice but to acknowledge that.”'']
You give her a cheeky grin. “Sure, sure. But underneath you’re still the same cute, slightly clumsy girlfriend who couldn’t even reach a shelf two days ago.”
She laughs, rolling her eyes, but there’s a determined glint as she leans in, eyes locking with yours. (text-colour:#ae3ec9)[''"Alright, then,"''] she says, voice a mix of warmth and challenge. (text-colour:#ae3ec9)[''"I think it's time we test that confidence of yours.”'']
Before you can respond, she playfully but firmly reaches and pulls you close, catching you completely off guard with her new strength. There's a hint of thrill in her smile, knowing she can easily throw you off balance now—and she’s clearly enjoying the upper hand. (text-colour:#ae3ec9)[''“Consider this your warning,"''] she whispers, her tone teasing. (text-colour:#ae3ec9)[''"Because next time I grow, you might just regret all this teasing."'']
You nervously chuckle, though it’s clear her confidence is no longer a bluff. She’s definitely embracing this new dynamic, and you can’t help but wonder just how far she’s willing to go.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["Oh, I'm looking forward to it, maybe than you can move the sofa without me and I won't have to carry heavy stuff anymore!"->Teasing 4]]
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["Yeah, yeah, big talk. Call me when you’re not just casting shadows and actually doing something impressive."->Teasing 4 dismissive]]
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["You’ve really grown into yourself, haven’t you? I’m impressed—not just by your height, but by how confident you’ve become."->Teasing 4 supportive]]
She laughs, tossing her hair back and flashing you a playful grin. (text-colour:#ae3ec9)[''"You know, with all this new strength, I might just move that sofa by myself. And when I do, you'll never hear the end of it."'']
(set: $playful to $playful + 1)
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["I’ve got to say, I love this new side of you. Confident, strong… keep it up, and all the sofas in the vicinity might have to watch out for you."->Playful admiration]]
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["Really? I’m not convinced you’re that strong yet."->Mild defensiveness]]
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["Alright, big shot. If you can’t lift it, you’d better start preparing yourself for endless teasing."->Playful teasing]]Later that day, you’re lounging on the couch, scrolling through your phone when she walks in, a playful smile on her face. (text-colour:#9c36b5)[''“What are you up to?”''] she asks, her tone light.
“Just checking out some photos,” you reply, holding up your phone briefly. “You know, some inspiration for the next workout.”
As you glance down, she notices a photo of a tall, muscular woman you’ve saved for motivation. Before you can react, she leans over to get a better look and gasps slightly. (text-colour:#9c36b5)[''"Whoa, who’s that?"''] Her eyes narrow slightly, a hint of jealousy creeping in.
You can see the shift in her demeanor as she glances back at you, arms crossing defensively. (text-colour:#9c36b5)[''“She looks like she could lift a truck. Are you trying to tell me something?”'']
“Not at all!” you say quickly, trying to diffuse the tension. “I just liked the aesthetic! It’s not a competition, you know.”
Her expression softens but there’s still a hint of insecurity in her eyes. (text-colour:#9c36b5)[''“Yeah, well… I mean, I’m still getting used to this new body."'']
You pull her close, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Just keep being you, and I’ll be here cheering you on”
A small smile creeps back onto her face, and she leans into you, reassured by your words. (text-colour:#9c36b5)[''“Okay, fine. But just know, I’m not done yet.”'']
Her determination shines through, and you can’t help but admire her resolve, knowing that whatever changes lie ahead, you’ll both navigate them together.
"Well, she wants it, better not disappoint her :D, I just feel sorry for ruining the moment!" - you think to yourself.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["Bet the girl in the picture could move the sofa unlike some people here."->That's a lot of damage]]She lets out a mock gasp, placing a hand on her chest as if deeply offended. (text-colour:#9c36b5)[''“Wow. Just wow. You’re really going there?”'']
You laugh, unable to resist: “I mean, you walked yourself right into that one…"
She narrows her eyes, her lips curling into a mischievous smirk. (text-colour:#9c36b5)[''“Okay, mister brave. Keep running your mouth. But let’s not forget who’s the one growing here.”'']
You laugh, holding your hands up in mock surrender. “Hey, I’m just trying to motivate you. Think of me as your personal cheerleader… with better fashion sense.”
Her laugh rings out, light and genuine, before she steps closer. Her gaze locks onto yours, and she tilts her head slightly. (text-colour:#9c36b5)[''“Cheerleader, huh? Well, cheerleaders get tossed in the air, don’t they?”'']
“Sure, sure. Just don’t miss the catch!” (set: $height to $height + 7)
She leans in, her voice dropping to a teasing murmur. (text-colour:#9c36b5)[''“Oh, don’t worry, short stuff. I never miss. And when I’m done, you’ll be the one cheering me on—whether you want to or not.”'']
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["Ohhh joy........"->Fourth night]]
(if: $playful>3)[(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["Let’s test that strength then—maybe you could give me a lift?”->Lift-off]]]
As the two of you drift off to sleep, your hands are entwined, and her feet rest comfortably against yours under the covers. Sometime during the night, you feel her hand in yours start to shift. Her fingers lengthen, becoming stronger and slightly larger as her grip subtly tightens. Her hand seems to expand against yours, engulfing your palm more than before, with her skin feeling warmer to the touch.
Next, you notice her feet pressing against yours, toes extending further down, her soles gently nudging past yours as they grow. You’re half-awake, feeling the warmth and weight of her limbs stretching beside you. Her legs lengthen along the mattress, her thighs and calves gain volume and become firmer, her arms and forears thicken, her shoulders gradually widening as she gains both height and muscle mass.
By the time the growth is done, she’s nearly (text-colour:orange)[''(print: $height) cm''] cm tall, her physique even more toned with pronounced muscles and a visible six-pack, her body taking up more space in the bed and her weight causing her to sink more into it.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Both of you sleep soundly until the morning.->A morning in awe]]The next morning, she’s the first to rise, stretching her arms with a renewed sense of ease and power. You open your eyes to see her looking down at you, and this time, the difference is unmistakable—she’s noticeably taller, with a commanding presence that fills the room.
(text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#9c36b5)[''"Good morning, little one,"''] she says with a teasing grin, her voice noticably deeper, but still soft and femenine. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#9c36b5)[''"Hope you’re ready for a new view, because I think I’ve finally hit my stride."'']
You laugh, rubbing your eyes as you sit up. "I think ‘little one’ is a bit of an exaggeration… but you are looking rather statuesque.”
She amusingly smiles while pressing her newly enlarged hands into yours to emphasize the change. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#9c36b5)[''"Oh, it’s no exaggeration. You might want to get used to looking up at me.”''] She playfully holds her hands against yours, her fingers extending a good amount past yours.
"Impressive,” you admit, nodding. "But are you sure you’re ready to handle all the heavy lifting now?"
Without a word, she steps over to the sofa, using her new size to grab both ends, and—with a little bit of effort—manages to lift it off the floor. She turns to you with a triumphant smile, a slight sheen of pride in her eyes.
(text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#9c36b5)[''“Need any more proof?”''] she asks, raising an eyebrow.
You smile in awe, realizing just how far she’s come. "Alright, alright. Looks like I’ve officially been outclassed.” (set: $kids to false)
(text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#9c36b5)[''"Good,"''] she says, stepping closer and placing her hands on your shoulders, completely covering them while looking down at you. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#9c36b5)[''"Now, get ready to see just how much more I can do."'']
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["Well, I guess I'm calling in sick today"->A fun interaction]]After a whole day of having the time of your life with your girlfriend at home you find her sitting down on a chair in the dining room, looking a bit flustered.
She sighs in frustration, trying to reach that one annoying spot between her shoulder blades. Her arms stretch and twist, but her new, more muscular build makes it awkward, and her fingers just barely brush the spot.
You watch, holding back your laughter. “What’s wrong, Miss Tall and Mighty? Can’t reach your own back?”
She glares at you playfully, still squirming as she tries again. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#9c36b5)[''“It’s just… harder with these,”''] she says, flexing her shoulders a bit. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#9c36b5)[''“Apparently, muscles come with some trade-offs.”'']
You chuckle, stepping closer. “So, what I’m hearing is… all that growth, and you are still complaining?”
She narrows her eyes at you, clearly unimpressed with your teasing.(text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#9c36b5)['' “Oh hush you.”'']
“Sure,” you say with a smile while grabbing her shoulders and gently sliding your hands down so you can scratch the spot for her. “I guess you’ll just have to rely on your ‘little’ boyfriend.”
As you scratch her back, she relaxes, a satisfied smile crossing her face. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#9c36b5)[''“Fine,”''] she murmurs, clearly enjoying the help, (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#9c36b5)[''“but don’t think this means you’re off the hook for all that teasing.”'']
You grin, meeting her gaze.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[“Wouldn’t dream of it.”->New heels]]
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[“Well... I was just thinking, if you're having trouble over simple things like this, how would you handle the kids one day?"->Kids]]During the afternoon there is a knock on the door. You greet the mailman who hands you a big package titled to Jenny. Entering back into the house you find her in the bedroom and hand her the package.
(text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#9c36b5)[''"Oh they are finally here!"''] (set:$height to $height +10)
She slips on the new 10 cm high heels, adjusting them with a satisfied smile as she stands up to her full height. Instantly, the added height pushes her to an impressive (print:$height) cm, making her tower over you with an almost regal presence. She glances down, taking in the view from her new perspective, a delighted glint in her eyes.
(text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#9c36b5)[''"Wow,"''] she murmurs, a slow smile spreading across her face. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#9c36b5)[''"This… feels incredible. I could really get used to this view."''] (set:$height to $height -10)
You look up, trying to play it cool, but her added height and confidence are hard to ignore. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#9c36b5)[''"Enjoying the air up there, are we?"'']
She smirks, clearly loving the way she can look down at you with ease. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#9c36b5)[''"You could say that. And you know," '']she continues, an almost mischievous look crossing her face, (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#9c36b5)[''"I was thinking… maybe I’d like to take it even further. A little growth spurt here and there hasn’t been so bad, has it?"''] (set:$height to $height +5)
You raise an eyebrow, realizing she’s serious—and excited at the idea.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["I don’t know, this is already quite the view. You won't fit anywhere?"->New heels dismissivness]]
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["I mean, you look stunning! I would love to see you even taller!"->New heels admiration]]
(set: $supportive2 to false)
(set: $dismissive2 to false)
That night, as you both lie side by side, you notice the gentle warmth radiating from her, a subtle pulse that seems to ripple under her skin. In her sleep, her breathing deepens, and you feel a soft movement as her shoulders broaden, her neck elongating ever so slightly, taking on a regal grace as it stretches. Her arms lengthen beside yours, growing both in reach and strength, and her muscles gradually tone and refine, becoming more pronounced even in her relaxed state. You reach out instinctively, gently resting your hand on her stomach, which you can feel expanding slightly with each calm breath as her torso lengthens, taking on an elegant, powerful shape.
Curious, you stay close, observing as her figure grows in subtle yet undeniable ways. Her legs extend further along the mattress, reaching its end, and her shoulders and hips now span wider across the bed, a quiet strength evident even in her sleep. There’s something mesmerizing in the way she shifts, her presence becoming more commanding with each subtle change. As if sensing your gaze, she instinctively wraps an arm around you, pulling you close and spooning you. Her embrace feels different, protective and enveloping in a way that makes you realize just how much she’s grown.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[You eventually drift back to sleep, held in the warmth of her new form.->Final morning]]She laughs, stepping closer, and you feel yourself instinctively looking up to meet her gaze. As she approaches, you can feel slight trembles in the floor from her steps. She places her large hand on your shoulder softly grabbing it with her long fingers, a playful glint in her eyes as she studies you from a new perspective.
(text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#9c36b5)[''"Oh, more than ever. And I think you’d better get used to it,"''] she says, squeezing your shoulder. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#9c36b5)[''"I have a feeling this is going to come in handy during our night-time activities."'']
You chuckle, shaking your head. "Well, at least I know who to call for help reaching the top shelf now. Or… moving furniture."
She gives you a wink, resting a hand on her hip. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#9c36b5)[''"Guess I’m finally the tall and strong girlfriend you always joked about, huh?"'']
You nod, grinning. "Yeah… and maybe a little bit more than I expected."
She tilts her head, her gaze softening slightly. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#9c36b5)[''"Good. Because I think I’m going to enjoy being the one in charge around here,"''] she teases, bending down just enough for her lips to meet yours, her towering presence unmistakably confident and at ease.
As the two of you head out for the day, it’s clear this new dynamic will take you both on an exciting journey. Little did you know, her growth wasn’t just physical—it was a new chapter unfolding, one where strength, confidence, and a whole new perspective would shape everything you thought you knew.
(if:$playful<=4 or $kids is false)[Thank you for playing, you've achieved the "(text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#9c36b5)[''Playful ending"'',] final height: (text-colour:orange)[''(print: $height) cm''].
(link: "Try for another ending?")[(reload:)]]
(if:$playful>4 and $kids is true)[(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Ten years later......->Playful ext]]][''(text-colour:blue)+(text-size:1.5)[A shelf, a jar and a sofa]'']
A scientist’s accidental exposure of his girlfriend to a gene altering serum leads her to an unexpected transformation, growing taller, stronger, and more confident with each passing day.
As she grows, the relationship dynamic shifts. Will she utterly dominate you with her new size, will she stay the same, or will she become something more...?
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")[[Start the game->Gene unlocker]]
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")[[Skip the introduction->First event]]She rolls her eyes, giving you a mock-annoyed grin. (text-colour:#339af0)["Am I now? You think I can’t handle a little shelf-reaching challenge?"] she says, stepping over to prove you wrong.
Standing a bit straighter, she reaches up, stretching as far as she can, but her fingertips barely brush the bottom of the jar. After trying a couple of times, she gives up, glancing back with a flicker of embarrassment.
(set: $dismissivness to $dismissivness + 1)
You can’t resist a laugh. "Hey, no worries short-stuff!"
She purses her lips, crossing her arms, clearly feeling the sting of the comment but not backing down. (text-colour:#339af0)[“Oh, you’re going to regret that one,"] she says, her tone determined. (text-colour:#339af0)["I’ll be reaching that jar in no time… and I might just surprise you.”]
The flash of determination in her eyes says it all. She’s only getting started.
(set: $height to $height + 10)
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Later that day ->Fat]]She smiles brightly, a playful glint in her gaze. (text-colour:#40c057)["Awww, thank you sweetie. Now let's check if I can reach the jar"] she says, striding over to the shelf with a newfound confidence.
Standing taller than usual, she reaches up, stretching her arm high, but the jar is still just out of reach. She pauses, a hint of embarrassment in her eyes, before glancing back at you with a smile.
You step closer and give her a warm look. "Hey, don’t worry. I have a feeling that jar will be no problem for you soon enough."
Her expression softens, and you can see her confidence building. (text-colour:#40c057)["You really think so?"] she asks, her determination renewed. (text-colour:#40c057)["Because I want to reach even further than that jar."]
The pride in her gaze tells you she’s ready to keep growing, encouraged by your support.(set: $height to $height + 6)
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[That evening, after work... ->Fat]]
(set: $admiration to $admiration + 1)She crosses her arms, her eyes narrowing slightly. (text-colour:#339af0)["Alright, I get it," ]she says, her tone clipped but calm. (text-colour:#339af0)["Maybe I'm not there yet."]
You give a nonchalant shrug. "Hey, no shame in it. It’s just a sofa. You don’t have to be that strong."
(set: $dismissivness to $dismissivness + 1)
Her gaze darkens, and she tilts her head slightly, clearly unimpressed by your comment. (text-colour:#339af0)["Right,"] she mutters, her voice low. (text-colour:#339af0)["Thanks for the vote of confidence."]
She steps away from you, her body language shifting as if to close off the conversation. It's clear she's feeling something more than frustration—there’s a lingering determination beneath the surface layer of doubt, a quiet resolve that she’s holding onto. But you are far from done talking to her.
(set: $height to $height + 4)
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["Don't get mad at me, You know that I'm just teasing my cute and short girfriend!" - you wink at her playfully->Teasing 2]]
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["Look, I love your effort and persistence, but let’s be honest—heavylifting just might not be your thing." - you shrug you shoulders->Teasing 2 dismissive]]
(if: $dismissivness>=1)[(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["Come on, let’s be realistic—you’re just not cut out for that. You’d need way more muscle, and let’s face it, you’re not even close." - you laugh->Teasing 2 mocking]]]Her gaze softens, and she gives a small, genuine smile. (text-colour:#40c057)["Thank you darling. It’s…nice to feel supported,”] she replies, her voice quieter. (text-colour:#40c057)[“You know, I'm kinda looking forward to helping you with heavy lifting someday.”]
You chuckle. “I'm looking forward to it too honey.”
She steps closer, her eyes filled with warmth, placing a quck kiss on your cheek and whispering into your ear. (text-colour:#40c057)[“Well, I guess I have a good reason to keep getting bigger, then,”] she says softly. You can feel her confidence radiating and her smile growing as she holds your gaze. (set: $admiration to $admiration + 1)
(set: $height to $height + 6)
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["Well, you’d better keep at it then—I'm still taller than you cutie-pie.”->Teasing 2]]
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["I just love seeing you grow taller and stronger and more confident, I feel like you deserve it”->Teasing 2 supportive]]
(if: $admiration>=1)[(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["You know, each time you grow, you’re starting to look more like a goddess,”->Teasing 2 worship]]]
Her head snaps toward you, her eyes flashing with something between defiance and disbelief. For a moment, you think she might lash out, but instead, she lets out a sharp, humorless laugh. (text-colour:#339af0)["Wow. Real inspiring,"] she says dryly, her tone laced with sarcasm. (text-colour:#339af0)["Guess I should just give up, huh?"]
You raise an eyebrow, amused. “Hey, I’m just being honest. Stick to what you’re good at.”
(set: $height to $height + 4)
She lets out a quiet yet unverving laugh, but you can tell she’s motivated by a simmering determination. It’s clear she’s done being underestimated—and that she plans to prove you wrong soon enough.
(set: $dismissivness to $dismissivness + 1)
(if: $dismissivness<3)[(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["On to the third night since drinking the serum..."->Third night]]]
(if: $dismissivness>2)[(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[The last interaction made her gloomy, so much so, that you could feel the negative energy around her as you fall a sleep that night.->Third night dismissive 1]]]
(if: $dismissivness>3)[(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["Why are you getting so worked up? It’s not like anything’s going to change overnight.".->Teasing 2 mocking]]]She raises an eyebrow, a playful glint in her eyes. (text-colour:#40c057)["Oh, really? So you actually like watching me grow taller and stronger?"]
You lean in, while gently whispering. "Can you blame me? I get to see you becoming bigger by the day—and it suits you." (set: $height to $height + 6)
She lets out an amused laugh, placing her hand over her mouth. (text-colour:#40c057)["Well, if you keep enjoying it this much, I might just have to make sure you’re really impressed."]
You give her a wink. "Go ahead. I’m ready to be in awe. Besides," you add, pretending to size her up, "I think there's still a bit of room for you to grow. Who knows, maybe you'll make me look small someday." (set: $admiration to $admiration + 1)
She steps closer while seductivley grabbing your arm: (text-colour:#40c057)["After all, I wouldn’t want to disappoint my biggest fan."] Her eyes sparkle with determination and warmth, and you can tell she's loving every bit of encouragement you give her.
(if: $admiration<3)[(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[On to the third night since drinking the serum...->Third night]]]
(if: $admiration>2)[(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[She is exploding with positive energy, so much so that you feel it radiating from her before you fall a sleep.->Third night supportive 1]]]
(if: $admiration>3)[(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["Guess I’d better start practicing my worship techniques. You’d make a perfect goddess."->Teasing 2 worship]]]Her face hardens, and you can see her jaw clench as her hands ball into fists at her sides. (text-colour:#e64980)["You think this is funny?"] she says, her voice sharp and rising with frustration. She lets out a bitter sigh, shaking her head as if she can’t believe you. (text-colour:#e64980)["Every time I try, you act like it’s some big joke. Like I’m just the same short and weak girl, I used to be."]
She steps closer, her eyes blazing. (text-colour:#e64980)["I’m sick of it. Sick of the little comments, the way you brush off everything I do. You don’t get it, do you? I’m changing—whether you see it or not. And I don’t care how long it takes. You’re going to see me for who I am, not who you think I am."]
Her voice trembles slightly, but she doesn’t back down.(text-colour:#e64980)[ "You want to underestimate me? Fine. But just know that every time you laugh, every time you doubt me, it only makes me want to prove you wrong even more. I’m not some fragile little thing who needs to be coddled. I’m stronger than you think, and I’m going to make damn sure you realize it."] (set: $domChosen to true)
She turns away sharply, shoulders tense, her expression set with fierce determination. It’s clear she’s done with the conversation—but there’s no doubt that her frustration has reached a boiling point. She's no longer content to prove herself quietly; now, she’s driven to transform beyond anything you could imagine.
(set: $height to $height + 10)
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[She didn't talk to you after that and went to sleep earlier. Once you joined her in bed, it felt colder than usual....->Third night nightmare]](text-colour:#ffd43b)["Godess, hmmm, I like the sound of that darling, does that mean that you will worship me?"]
You smile while letting your imagination run wild: "Worship you? Absolutely," you say, stepping closer. "I’ll bring you coffee every morning, just the way you like it. I will feed you only the highest quality of the foods you love and I will admire every new centimeter as you grow."
She can't help but to bite her lip, clearly enjoying every word you said. (text-colour:#ffd43b)["Oh, is that so?" ]she teases, running her fingers along your shoulder. (text-colour:#ffd43b)["I could get used to having my own personal devotee."]
You nod, plyfully affirming your stance. "You should. I’ll make sure you feel like the goddess you are."
Her eyes soften, and she wraps her arms around you, pulling you close. The warmth and strength of her embrace feel all-encompassing. (text-colour:#ffd43b)["I love the sound of that,"] she whispers, pressing her forehead to yours. (text-colour:#ffd43b)["Guess I’d better look the part then, don’t you think?"]
She winks, her voice dropping to a flirtatious tone. "After all, a goddess should be as grand as her worshiper believes…."(set: $height to $height + 10)
(set: $goddessChosen to true)
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Finishing your playful exchange, she lays down in bed invitingly pulling you down and firmly embracing you as you both drift off to sleep->Third night bliss]]That night, you’re pulled from sleep by a strange, almost tangible warmth beside you, the bed subtly shifting under her presence. You open your eyes to find her lying peacefully, but even as she rests, her body is undergoing an extraordinary transformation. Her form stretches out in gradual waves, each breath seeming to expand her frame a little further. Her legs extend down the mattress, her feet nearly reaching the end, while her torso lengthensand widens with her hips, filling more of the bed’s space.
Her shoulders slightly broaden, exuding an elegant form of strenght , while her arms lengthen and grow firmer. You notice the subtle, graceful contours of her muscles—taking on a toned, almost statuesque quality, as though her body is reshaping itself with purpose. Her jawline becomes slightly sharper, her cheekbones more defined, and her neck slightly lengthens. Her presence feels larger than life, as if she’s taking on a form fit for a goddess.
As she turns twoards you in her sleep, wrapping her newly strengthened arm around you and effortlessly pulling you close into a protective embrace. Even while asleep, her hold is both gentle and powerful, her warmth enveloping you completely. You can feel her larger frame surrounding you, exuding a steady, calming strength that makes you feel safe and cherished. With a long content sigh, she holds you tightly, as though instinctively embracing this new role.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[You drift back to sleep, feeling her elevated presence beside you, growing beyond anything you’d imagined.->A blissful morning]]The next morning, you wake to an unsettling silence. You turn over and see her already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed with her back to you, her shoulders and broad frame casting a shadow across the room. She’s barely moving, her posture unusually rigid, her head tilted slightly down as if lost in thought. There’s an intensity in the air—a strange, quiet power that feels almost suffocating.
When she finally stands, the full weight of her transformation hits you. She’s taller, noticeably taller at (text-colour:orange)[''(print: $height) cm''], with a strength that seems carved into every muscle of her frame. Her arms are thicker, shoulders more imposing, and the breadth of her back exudes a controlled force that’s hard to ignore. As she turns to look at you, her expression is unreadable, her gaze steady, intense, as though measuring something about you with newfound awareness. Her silence is heavy, making the room feel colder, her face a mask of calm authority.
You swallow, feeling a slight unease as she takes a slow, deliberate step toward you. The way she moves—controlled, almost predatory—sends a shiver down your spine. Her eyes lock onto yours, and there’s something in them that feels different, like a quiet storm just waiting to be unleashed.
Then, finally, her lips twitch into a smirk, and the tension in the air fades. She lets out a light, almost mischievous laugh, brushing a strand of hair from her face as if nothing had happened. (text-colour:#c2255c)[''"Scared little-one?"''] she teases, the warmth back in her voice.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["Hah-huh. If you’re trying to intimidate me, you’ll need to get a bit bigger than that first."->Teasing 3 dismissive]]
She shoots you a sharp glare, her usual playfulness replaced with a flash of frustration. (text-colour:#3b5bdb)[''“You really don’t think I can do it, do you?”''] she snaps, crossing her arms. (text-colour:#3b5bdb)[''“All this time, you’ve been doubting me. Well, watch this.”'']
Without another word, she strides over to the sofa, gripping its edge with fierce determination. You watch as she plants her feet and tenses her entire body, every muscle in her arms, shoulders, and legs straining as she tries to lift the weight. Her jaw clenches, and she lets out a low, frustrated grunt as she struggles, her arms visibly trembling under the strain.
(text-colour:#3b5bdb)[''“Come on,”''] she mutters, her voice tense, and then, with a hint of desperation, (text-colour:#3b5bdb)[''“Fuuuuck!”''] She pushes herself harder, her muscles bulging as they seem to swell with every second, fighting against the impossible weight. You can see her biceps thickening, her shoulders broadening, and her quads tightening, each muscle pulsing as her body pushes to its absolute limit.
Suddenly, her strength falters, and her grip slips. Her body gives in to the strain, and before she can catch herself, she collapses backward onto the floor, her impressive frame sprawling out in an exhausted heap. Her chest rises and falls heavily as she lies there unconscious, her face calm yet lined with exhaustion, a faint sheen of sweat glistening on her skin. (set: $dismissivness to $dismissivness + 1)
As she lies on her back, you can see her muscles twitching, responding to the intensity of her efforts. Her biceps pulse visibly, thickening even more with each subtle movement. Her triceps and forearms follow, expanding with newfound mass, filling out with dense, defined muscle. Her shoulders appear broader and more powerful, each muscle rounding and tightening as though carved from stone.
Her torso rises and falls with each deep, unconscious breath, her abs tightening further with every inhale, the contours of her core becoming more pronounced. Her legs—now thicker, and visibly stronger—are laid out beneath her,
Frozen in shock you can only watch as her transformation completes itself as the pulsing subsides, leaving her lying there.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[You make a great effort to drag her on the bed as she is now significantly heavier than you.->Teasing 5]]
She glares at you, eyes blazing with fury. (text-colour:#c2255c)[''"Oh, you think this is funny, huh? Think I can’t do it?"''] Her voice drips with contempt, her expression sharp and challenging. (text-colour:#c2255c)[''"Watch closely, because I’m about to prove your small ass dead wrong."'']
Without another word, she storms over to the sofa, planting her feet firmly and gripping the edge. She begins to pull with every ounce of strength, her body trembling as her muscles strain under the weight. Her biceps bulge, veins popping along her forearms as her arms swell with newfound size, stretching the sleeves of her shirt to their limits. Her back broadens, and you hear the faint sound of fabric beginning to strain, her body pushing against every seam.
(text-colour:#c2255c)[''“Come on, you piece of shit!”''] she mutters through gritted teeth, her voice tight with frustration. Each furious word seems to fuel her strength, her body swelling larger with every second. Her shoulders broaden, thickening with dense, hard muscle, and her shirt begins to tear at the seams, her deltoids pushing the fabric to its breaking point. Her chest rises and expands, filling out with every breath, the fabric over her upper body starting to give way with small, audible rips.
With a furious roar, she pulls harder, her entire body surging even more. Her quads thicken, stretching her pants tight over her powerful legs, and you can see her calves bulging as they deform the seams. Her biceps swell even further, each one now straining against her sleeves until they finally tear, exposing her thick, chiseled arms.
Just when you thought she might give up, she lets out an intense, triumphant shout, her body pushing itself beyond its limits. Her back muscles ripple and grow, her shirt splitting down the middle as her torso expands with raw power. Her core becomes more defined, each line of her now 8-pack abs deeply etched as her waist presses against the torn fabric. Finally, in one incredible surge of strength, she lifts the sofa clean off the floor, holding it above her head.
Her clothes hang in tatters, exposing the powerful physique beneath, her chest heaving and her muscles pulsing visibly with each breath. She stands there, victorious and commanding, every part of her radiating strength. Her gaze locks onto yours, a smug grin spreading across her face.
(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''"Well, well,"''] she taunts, her voice raspy from the strain and thick with satisfaction. (text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Who’s the weak one now, huh? Bet you didn’t think I had it in me.”''] She shifts the sofa slightly in her grip, making it clear just how much strength she’s gained.
You stare, speechless, as she holds the sofa aloft. Her broad shoulders, chiseled core, and powerful legs make her look like a force of nature, and the torn remnants of her clothes only highlight her transformation. She lets out a mocking laugh, shaking her head with exaggerated pity.
(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“What’s the matter? Not so confident now, are you?”''] she teases, relishing in her own strength as she holds the sofa effortlessly, her eyes daring you to doubt her again. After a moment, she finally lowers it to the floor with a satisfied, almost predatory grin, her body still radiating strength as she stands over you, triumphant.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[You think to yourself, that maybe, but just maybe you took the reverse psychology stuff a little bit too far.->Teasing 5 dom]]
She stands before the sofa, exuding confidence as she glances over at you. (text-colour:#ffd43b)[''"Stand back, darling. Prepare to witness something extraordinary,"'' ]she purrs, giving you a look filled with both playful challenge and unmistakable authority.
You take a step back, feigning an exaggerated bow. "As you wish, oh mighty sofa-lifting goddess!" you say with a smile "I can’t wait to see you work your magic."
She laughs, clearly amused. (text-colour:#ffd43b)[''"Oh, you will," '']she replies, gripping the edge of the sofa, her muscles tensing in anticipation. She pulls, expecting it to come up easily, but the sofa barely shifts. Frowning, she plants her feet more firmly and tries again, pouring more effort into it.
But still, the sofa doesn’t lift. She glances back at you, a flicker of frustration crossing her face as she grits her teeth and she braces herself for another go.
Then, it happens - A sudden pulse of light bursts from her, and her body responds like a force of nature.
Her arms explode in size, biceps surging with thick, dense muscle, veins popping as they bulge visibly. Her shoulders broaden, rounding with power, stretching the fabric of her clothes as her deltoids expand. Her back flares, lats growing wide, adding width to her already commanding presence. Her chest rises, becoming more pronounced, and her abs grow and portrude more with each breath.
She’s growing stronger and more powerful—her legs becoming tree trunks of solid muscle, calves and quads swelling with explosive strength and stretching her tracksuit. Her entire frame seems to expand, the force of her growth almost tangible. Even her hands grow, now visibly larger, as well as her neck, now thickening with muscle.
You were too struck from observing her transformation that you didn't notice that she lifted the sofa above her head and is easily tossing it around, having the time of her life.
Awestruck you exclaim: "I'm looking at a real-life goddess!"
She chuckles, finally lowering the sofa, her muscles still pulsing with energy. (text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Oh, so you do recognize a goddess when you see one,”''] she teases, stepping closer, her gaze sharp and amused. She tilts her head slightly, her voice softening but holding a hint of command. (text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Then let’s hear it—how would you show your devotion?”'']
You smile, leaning forward and dropping to one knee as you gently take her large hand in yours, pressing a soft kiss. “As you wish, goddess,” you say, looking up at her. “Anything to stay in your good graces.”
Her laughter is warm and satisfied as she lets her hand linger in yours, (text-colour:#fcc419)[''“That’s more like it,”''] she murmurs, clearly amused by the exchange.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Later that day...->Teasing 5 godess]]As the days go on, her assertive and dominant behaviour becomes a constant part of your daily routine. She finds endless opportunities to remind you of her size and strength, often in ways that leave you either laughing or scared shitless.
One evening, you’re in the living room, reaching for the remote when she steps in front of you, her towering frame blocking your view entirely.
(text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''"Trying to change the channel, are we?”''] she asks, glancing down at you with an amused look. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Better be something I like.”''] She lets out a soft laugh, clearly savoring the way you have to step around her to get a glimpse of the screen.
Or another time, you’re both out in public, and she places a hand on your shoulder, steering you effortlessly through the crowd as if to say, (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“I’ve got this.”''] When you try to take the lead, she raises an eyebrow, firmly pulling you back to her side.
In quieter moments, she still finds ways to show affection, albeit in her on sadistic way, like casually lifting you without warning and than carrying you around for no reason or ambushing you from behind and putting you in a choke hold, wrapping her massive arm around your throat while savoring a predatory grin.
And so, the two of you find a balance—one where her confidence and size bring challenges and joy, and where you, willingly or not, fall into that uniqe dynamic.
One morning, you’re pouring yourself a coffee when she strides into the kitchen, her towering presence filling the room as usual. She glances down at you, as she leans against the counter with an air of casual authority.
(text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''"Morning, little one,"''] she says, reaching over your head with ease to grab a mug. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Mind being useful and bringing my laptop from the office?”'']
You pause for a second, considering her words. It’s one thing to handle errands, but she’s taken to giving orders with a level of confidence that borders on smugness, her tone a constant reminder of the dynamic shift. Part of you wants to simply go along with it, but another part of you wonders how much of this “bossing around” you’re willing to tolerate.
(if: not (visited:"Teasing 5 alt") or not (visited:"Fourth night alt"))[You let out a small sigh but give her a nod, setting down your coffee. “Sure, I’ll get it,” you say, making your way to the office.
As you return, laptop in hand, she gives you an approving grin, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Good to see you know how to follow orders,”''] she teases, reaching down to pat your shoulder. She lowers her voice, leaning in close. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Guess I should get used to having someone around who can keep up with my… needs.”''] She chuckles, savoring the hint of submission she’s managed to draw from you.
Thank you for playing, you've achieved the (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''"Mistress ending"''], final height: (print:$height) cm.
(link: "Try for another ending?")[(reload:)]]
(if:$demoness1 is true and $demoness2 is true)[You exhale, crossing your arms, looking up at her as you set your coffee down with a frown.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[“You know, I’m fucking tired of you ordering me around like I’m your slave!”->Ending demoness]]]One evening, she remembers your previous remarks and confronts you about them:
(text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''"Wait, wait… let me get this straight,"''] she says, crossing her arms over her chest. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''"You're actually into girls with dicks?"'']
You shyly nod your head followed by her sharp, incredulous laugh, her eyes glinting with amusement as she leans down to your level.
(text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Well, isn’t this fucking perfect!”''] she exclaims, throwing her head back with a laugh that fills the room. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“I always knew you had a bit of a thing for strong women, but this... oh, this is just priceless.”''] She shakes her head, grinning as she regards you with a newfound intensity.
(text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''"Shit, so, all this time, you did not only want to be dominated, but you actually wanted to be my bitch? Hahahahahhaha, this is soo amusing, but I don't think your serum can go that far."''] - she looks at you clearly having a blast with her newest discovery.
(text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''"Don't worry shrimp, I'll buy a fucking huge strap-on that will fit my giant frame and then I'll fuck your brains out until you beg me to stop."''] she exclaims.
Your eyes are in bliss as you recieve every word she said in pure extasy and anticipation.
She takes notice of your reaction: (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''"Wait, you acctually want this? Hahahahahaha, you are so werid, even for a shrimpy bitch!"'']
(text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''"Maybe, if you behave, I might actually play along with this crazy as shit fantasy of yours!"'']
As she was finishing her sentence, you notice she was looking surprisingly flushed and uncomfortable. Shortly after your observation she continues speaking:
(text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''"Wait......, I feel sooo.... sensitive down there all of a sudden."''] - she glances at you giving you a pondering face, (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''"Quick, be a good boy and take a look what is going on."'']
She takes her shorts and paintes off as you approach closer.
At first glance everything seems normal, but then you notice that her clit is larger than usual and is pulsing. Having gotten used to pleasuring her, you instictivley start licking it, causing your grilfriend to experience a surge of pleasure, (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''"Ohhh.... don't stop.... short-stuff!"'']
You continue expertly and gently using your tounge to satisfy her to the best of your ability, fully immersing yourself into the moment as well. Than....., suddently........ you snap back noticing your mouth is full.
It's her clit......... it grew so large that it filled your entire mouth and now resembles a real dick. She lowers her enorumos hand covering the entirety of the back of your head and starts making you suck her growing dick. A pair of small balls appears at its base, which you immediatley start massaging with your hands, hoping to make her feel good.
With each movement of your head, her dick increases in girth and length causing you to open your mouth more as it reaches further twoards your throath, her balls pulsing larger and larger, now easily overfilling your entire hand.
As she's about the climax, you grab the base of her penis firmly, which stops her from cumming, but.....instead.....this causes a surge of growth, her dick easily dubling in size, veins popping out, as you quickly remove it from your mouth. Her balls start inflating to the size of two basketballs.
While she's collecting herself, you notice that her dick is so large that you can insert your own into it, which you proceed to do.
As you start moving your hips, a wave of pleasure washes over her again, and this time she can't keep it together, causing her to fall on her ass and sprawl across the floor, her huge hard dick lifting you in the air as she does so.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["Holy fuck. I'm in for a ride"->Ending (huge futa 2)]]It’s a quiet afternoon, and she’s standing across from you, her impressive (text-colour:orange)[''(print: $height) cm''] frame already giving her a commanding presence that you’ve grown accustomed to, even if part of you is still adjusting. She’s dressed comfortably, yet every detail—the curve of her shoulders, the solid line of her legs, the strength in her stance—seems to emphasize her new height and muscle, filling the room with an effortless confidence.
You watch her for a moment, and something clicks inside you. “You know,” you begin, clearing your throat, “I think… I think this look really does suit you.”
She raises an eyebrow, tilting her head as she studies your face. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#3b5bdb)[''“Really?”''] she says, a mixture of surprise and relief in her tone. But there’s something else—her expression softens, and you can see a flicker of vulnerability in her eyes. She hesitates, then takes a steadying breath. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#3b5bdb)[''“If that’s true, why did you always act like… like it didn’t?”''] Her voice is gentle but direct, carrying the weight of a question she’s been holding back for a while.
Caught off guard, you feel a pang of guilt. “I’m sorry,” you say, sincerity filling your voice as you step closer. “That wasn’t my intention. I think… maybe I just didn’t know how to handle it. But honestly, seeing you like this, I can’t imagine it any other way.”
Her eyes shine with unshed tears, and after a moment, she lets out a soft, shaky laugh. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#3b5bdb)[''“Y......You have no idea how much that means to me,”''] she whispers, blinking back tears. Slowly, she wraps her arms around you, pulling you into a hug. The difference in size is unmistakable—her arms envelop you easily, her height placing your head comfortably against her shoulder, her body radiating warmth and strength as she holds you close.
As her tears fall, you feel her shoulders relax, her grip on you tightening with a mix of joy and relief. She leans down slightly, resting her chin atop your head, the simple embrace conveying all the unspoken fears and reassurances between you. In that moment, you realize just how much this change means to her, and how important it is for her to know she’s fully accepted, exactly as she is. (set:$height to $height +30)
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[That night in bed.....->Ending (finally confident 2)]]She laughs, stepping closer, and you instinctively look up to meet her gaze. At this height, her towering figure fills your vision, every step creating a subtle tremor beneath your feet. Her head now reaches far above yours, and her shoulders seem impossibly broad from your perspective. She pauses, a smile tugging at her lips as she takes in the view, clearly savoring her new perspective.
Reaching down, she places her large hand on your shoulder, her long fingers easily spanning across your back as she pulls you closer. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#2f9e44)[“''You know,”''] she says, her voice low and rich, (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#2f9e44)[''“I think I could get used to this. You looking up at me… it suits you.”''] There’s a playful glint in her eyes, but behind it, you catch a glimpse of genuine affection.
Standing this close, you can feel the warmth radiating from her, her presence both comforting and a little overwhelming in the best way. She tilts her head, watching you, her gaze holding a mixture of confidence and gratitude. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#2f9e44)[''“You’ve helped me grow in more ways than one,”''] she murmurs, her voice softer. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#2f9e44)[''“I wouldn’t be here without you, and… I’m glad I get to share this with you.”'']
You smile up at her, nodding. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love seeing you like this. Strong, confident… you wear it well.”
Her lips curve into a smirk, her grip on your shoulder firm but tender. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#2f9e44)[''“Good,”''] she says, her voice playfully commanding. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#2f9e44)[''“Because I don’t plan on going back. I’ve come to enjoy having a ‘little’ boyfriend,”''] she teases, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze, her hand so large that it covers it entirely.
She leans down, her face filling your view as she meets your lips with a tenderness that belies her towering form. When she pulls back, there’s a look of satisfaction and joy in her eyes, as though she’s finally found her true self—and she’s grateful to share it with you.
As she straightens up, her head once again high above yours, she gestures with a playful tilt of her chin. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#2f9e44)[''“Well? Ready to head out? I think it’s time the world got used to seeing us like this,”''] she says, a hint of challenge in her smile.
Together, you step out, your smaller frame tucked under her protective arm, your steps in sync. Each glance up at her reminds you of how much she’s grown, yet her warmth and affection feel as close as ever. And as you walk together, you realize this new chapter is just the beginning—a life where her strength, confidence, and towering presence will shape your journey together in ways you can’t yet imagine.
(if:$admiration<=4)[Thank you for playing, you've achieved the (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#2f9e44)[''"Supportive ending"''], final height: (text-colour:orange)[''(print: $height) cm'']
(link: "Try for another ending?")[(reload:)]]
(if:$admiration>4)[(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[One evening she invites you to shower together.->Ending (supportive extra)]]]
With her decision made, the two of you fall into a new rhythm together. Life with a goddess at home is many things: exciting, endearing, and at times, hilariously impractical. Her towering frame and quiet, unshakable confidence bring both comforts and obstacles in equal measure. And as she adjusts to her new life as a "stay-at-home goddess," you find that each day brings something different.
One of the most immediate challenges is the day-to-day logistics of living in a world not designed for someone her size. She handles it well most of the time, though every once in a while, frustration creeps into her otherwise composed demeanor.
You’ve seen it in little outbursts: when she tries to squeeze through the kitchen doorway without bending down and nearly knocks the doorframe loose, or when her long legs no longer fit comfortably under the dining table. And then there are the moments when she reaches for a cup or bowl that once sat on a high shelf, only to realize that, now, she has to crouch to reach it. She lets out a resigned sigh, muttering, (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Why must even the shelves mock my new size?”'']
Sometimes, it’s hard for her to restrain her goddess-like authority—especially during her workday. She’s taken to working from home, setting up her workspace with a custom, larger desk and chair. You can often hear her from the other room on conference calls, her voice carrying a natural gravitas that seems to command attention.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[One day..... ->Ending SHG 1]]You’re lounging on the couch, casually scrolling through your phone, when she enters the room. She pauses as she catches sight of a photo you’ve saved—a tall, muscular woman, her frame impressive. You barely have a moment to react before she steps closer, her eyes narrowing, a mix of disbelief and irritation in her gaze.
She scoffs, crossing her arms. (text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Really? You dare to look at those scrawny bitches while I’m right here in front of you?”'']
You’re momentarily taken aback, managing a nervous chuckle. “At least they don’t bite back at me all the time!”
(set: $futaext to false)
Her expression darkens, her lips twisting as to express her dissatifaction. She leans down, her voice low and dripping with dominance. (text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“How dare you?!”''] she hisses, gripping your shoulders firmly.
Before you can protest, she grabs both your wrists, effortlessly pinning them above your head against the couch. She looms over you, her powerful frame blocking everything else from view as she get her large knees on the couch around your legs and than lowers her muscular ass on your knees, her face now hovering above yours. Her gaze is cold, piercing as she takes complete control of the situation.
(set:$height to $height + 4)
(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“I own you now, and you’d better learn to behave. I hope you’re smart enough to understand this,"''] she murmurs, each word laced with a dangerous edge. (text-colour:#a61e4d)["''Be a good twerp, get up, and bring me some snacks from the fridge. Maybe, if you’re lucky and I feel like it, I’ll reward you later."'']
(set:$demoness1 to false)(set:$demoness2 to false)
Her grip on your wrists tightens slightly before she releases you, her eyes never leaving yours. The power shift is undeniable, and the intensity of her stare makes it clear she expects nothing less than full obedience.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["Yes dear!"->Fourth night dom]]
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["Fuck you!"->Teasing 5 alt]]
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["Oh, fuck me."->Teasing 5 futa]]You’re lounging on the couch, scrolling through your phone, when she strides into the room. Her gaze sharpens as she catches sight of the screen—a photo of her in all her glory, which you clearly saved as a bit of inspiration. Her eyebrow arches as she steps closer, an amused smile curving her lips.
(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Hmm… what’s this?”''] she murmurs, feigning curiosity, her tone laced with mischief. Before you can respond, she swiftly snatches the phone from your hands, holding it just out of reach as she inspects the screen with a raised eyebrow.
(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Oh, really?”''] she says, glancing down at you with a smirk. (text-colour:#fcc419)[''“So, you think a picture is worth your attention when the real thing is standing right here?”'']
She gives a soft chuckle, flipping the phone in her hand like it’s nothing, and then, with an almost theatrical flourish, her fingers close around it. You watch, wide-eyed, as she slowly tightens her grip. The phone begins to creak, bending under the pressure, until you hear a faint crunch—the screen spiderwebbing under her effortless strength.
(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“There,”''] she says with a satisfied grin, letting the crushed phone fall onto the couch beside you. “Problem solved.”
You stare at the broken phone, then back up at her, stunned. She crosses her arms, a smile dancing in her eyes as she sees your reaction. (text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Now, if it’s strength and beauty you’re interested in, let me make this simple for you.”''] She steps back, positioning herself in front of you, then strikes a graceful pose, her body radiating confidence and power.
Slowly, she flexes, her biceps swelling, her shoulders broadening as she shows off every sculpted line of her physique. Her gaze remains fixed on you, inviting, challenging, as if daring you to look anywhere else. (text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Go ahead,”''] she purrs, tilting her head. (text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Worship the real thing. You don’t need some picture—you’ve got me right here.”'']
You feel a shiver of awe, your eyes tracing every centimeter of her impressive form as she moves fluidly between poses, each one more powerful than the last. She’s every bit the goddess she claims to be, every movement controlled, graceful, and commanding. Her presence is magnetic, filling the room, her strength impossible to ignore.
(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“See something you like?”''] she teases, a glint in her eye. (text-colour:#fcc419)[“''Or do I need to make it even more obvious who deserves your attention?”'']
Unable to resist, you nod, meeting her gaze with a smile. “Absolutely. No picture could ever compare.”
(set:$massage to false)
She chuckles softly, reaching down to gently lift your chin, guiding your gaze back up to hers. (text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Good,”''] she says, her voice a soothing but powerful command.(text-colour:#fcc419)[ ''“Because from now on, I expect your full devotion, understood?”'']
(set: $height to $height + 8)
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[“Understood, my goddess.”->Fourth night godess]]
(if: $admiration>3)[(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[“Well, since you deserve nothing but the best, how about I start by giving you a foot massage, my goddess?”->Foot massage]]]That night, her confidence is palpable, filling the room with a charged energy as she moves with an effortless grace. She approaches you with a smirk, eyes gleaming as she looks down, the full extent of her strength and size making you feel both captivated and just a bit vulnerable. Her muscles, still pumped from her recent growth spurt, ripple subtly with each movement, the powerful curves of her body impossible to ignore.
Leaning down, she traces a hand along your chest, her fingers curling with a possessive pressure as her gaze sharpens. (text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“You know,”'']- she murmurs, her tone low and teasing, (text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“I think it’s finally time you understood exactly who’s in charge here.”''] Her voice drops, a slight rasp to it, her hand trailing along your shoulder. (text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“And believe me, you’re not in a position to argue.”'']
As she settles over you, the dim light accentuates every line of her form, each muscle outlined in shadow, highlighting just how much she’s grown. She chuckles softly, a wicked glint in her eye as she whispers, (text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“You’re not going anywhere, so you’d better fucking keep up looser.”''] Her grip tightens, her movements deliberate and unyielding as she effortlessly takes control.
Throughout the night, she doesn’t let up, her confidence matched by her powerful presence, each movement showing a mastery that leaves no question of who’s in charge. She’s unrestrained, focused entirely on asserting her dominance, and every whispered word is filled with teasing arrogance. (text-colour:#a61e4d)[''"You’d better remember this,"''] she mutters, her voice laced with satisfaction. (text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“I’m fucking unstoppable.”'']
As the night finally winds down, she remains poised above you, a smirk playing on her lips as she regards you, clearly pleased with her complete command of the situation. But just as she catches her breath, a familiar warmth spreads through her body, signaling a growth she’s only too happy to embrace.
Still crouching above you, she straightens with a slight groan, her body stretching taller. Her thighs lengthen, each inch filling out with even more defined muscle as her form expands, inch by inch. Her torso rises, her back widening as she grows again, her head lifting higher, a look of smug satisfaction crossing her face. (set: $height to $height + 12)
She laughs, glancing down at you from a dizzying height of (text-colour:orange)[''(print: $height) cm''], a slight swagger in her posture as she flexes her arms experimentally, taking in her own new strength. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Well, look at that,”''] she sneers playfully. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Guess I wasn’t done growing yet.”''] Her words hold a teasing edge, but there’s a hint of something more—an unmistakable pride as she looks down at you, letting the enormity of her transformation sink in.
With a final, possessive smirk, she leans down to your level, her eyes gleaming. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“I told you I’d own you,”''] she murmurs. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“And you’re lucky I’m feeling generous, or I’d make sure you’d never forget it.”'']
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[You nod your head, fearing that saying anything will make things worse for you.->Dominatrix morning]]
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["How, by fucking raping me to death, I can tolerate you stomping over my ego, but threats, really???!"->Fourth night alt]]With a confident expression, she grips the sofa, her muscles tightening as she plants her feet firmly. She pulls with determination, expecting it to come up with ease—but the sofa barely shifts. Her brow furrows, but there’s still a sparkle of amusement in her eyes as she glances back at you. “Alright, maybe it’s a bit heavier than I thought,” she admits, chuckling.
“Come on, you’ve got this!” you say, giving her an encouraging grin. “I know my strong, unstoppable girlfriend can handle it!”
Emboldened, she adjusts her stance, digging her heels into the floor and giving it another go. As she strains, you watch in awe as her body begins to transform under the effort. Her legs take the lead—her quads thickening, powerful curves forming as her calves sharpen into firm, defined shapes. Her hamstrings stand out along her thighs, each muscle pulsing as her strength builds from your support.
But the transformation doesn’t stop there. Her core tightens, her abs becoming more defined, each line more visible as her midsection braces against the weight. Her shoulders broaden slightly, muscles rounding as they gain definition, and her back ripples with new strength, muscles flexing and pulling in harmony. Even her arms respond to the effort, biceps and forearms gaining a subtle yet powerful firmness that complements her entire physique.
Yet, even with all this newfound strength, the sofa doesn’t quite lift off the ground. She lets out a soft sigh, straightening up and brushing a hand through her hair with a rueful smile. (text-colour:#2f9e44)[''“Well, it looks like I’ve still got a little way to go,”''] she laughs, but there’s no disappointment in her tone.
Before you can respond, she steps closer, wrapping her arms around you and pulling you into a warm hug. You feel the strength of her enhanced muscles, her legs pressed firmly against yours, her embrace filled with both affection and quiet pride. (text-colour:#2f9e44)[''“Thank you for believing in me,”''] she murmurs softly, her voice filled with warmth. (text-colour:#2f9e44)[''“I don’t need to move a sofa to know I’ve already got all the support I need.”'']
You smile, holding her tightly. (set: $admiration to $admiration + 1)
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[ “Anytime. I’ll always be here cheering you on.”->Teasing 5]]As you lie together, wrapped securely in her embrace, you begin to notice a subtle warmth emanating from her body, a soft, rhythmic pulse as if her very presence is expanding around you. Her breathing remains slow and steady, but there’s an almost undetectable shift—a gentle stretching, as though she’s growing gradually, her form adjusting with each quiet breath.
Nestled against her, you feel her frame subtly lengthening. Her arms, already comforting and strong, seem to grow longer, wrapping a bit more fully around you, her hands resting warmly on your back and reaching further down than before. Her fingers, softly intertwined with yours, become more encompassing, their touch warmer and more enveloping. Her legs extend along yours, stretching down the bed, each shift bringing her knees slightly lower and her feet edging closer to the end of the mattress, adding to the sense of her height increasing with every passing moment.
Her torso presses against you, gradually stretching upward, her shoulder level rising just above yours as her presence grows around you. Her head, resting near yours, inches higher, until her chin lightly brushes the top of your head in a way that feels both comforting and awe-inspiring. She instinctively tightens her embrace, her now larger arms holding you close, her expanded frame surrounding you in a way that feels more protective and secure than ever.
Even in her sleep, her form adjusts around you, her arms cradling you with a gentle yet all-encompassing strength. Her longer legs intertwine with yours, her feet resting lightly atop yours, a reminder of her new size. She stirs slightly, pulling you closer, her expanded hand now nearly covering more of your back as she nestles you into her.
When she finally stirs, her eyes fluttering open, she looks down at you with a tender, amused smile, her gaze warm. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[ ''"You look a little… smaller than I remember,"''] she teases softly, brushing a thumb across your cheek.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[“Looks like you’ve grown more into your title as goddess.”->Goddess morning]]
A knock at the door interrupts your afternoon, and as you open it, the mailman hands you a large package addressed to her. Curious, you bring it into the dining room where she’s lounging in her usual commanding manner, her gaze immediately landing on the box.
(text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Oh, finally,”''] she says striding over. She tears open the package, pulling out a few outfits and shoes she’d ordered before her recent transformation. She holds up a blouse, examining it skeptically, her eyebrow raised as she realizes the fabric barely looks like it would fit her new, statuesque frame.
“Seems… a bit small,” you offer with a laugh.
She chuckles, tossing the blouse aside. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Goddesses don’t waste time with store-bought clothing.”'']
With a mischievous glint in her eye, she raises her hand and snaps her fingers. A soft glow surrounds her, and when it fades, she stands before you in an entirely new outfit that looks as if it were crafted by divine hands.
She’s dressed in a flowing gown with an elegant, deep neckline that accentuates her powerful yet graceful form. The fabric, a deep shade of midnight blue, hugs her figure, cascading down her body like liquid silk, perfectly tailored to her every curve. Golden accents trace delicate patterns along the fabric, highlighting her shoulders and waist, giving her the regal air of a goddess descended to earth. (set: $height to $height +15)
But what really catches your eye are the heels—sleek, towering (text-colour:orange)[''15 cm''] stilettos with straps that wind up her calves, adding both elegance and an unmistakable edge to her look. With these heels, she now stands at an imposing (text-colour:orange)[''(print: $height) cm''], her gaze sweeping down to meet yours as she smiles, clearly savoring her new height.
She steps forward, a smirk playing on her lips as she watches you take in the difference. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Speechless, are we?”''] she teases, clearly reveling in her new perspective. (set: $height to $height -15)
You nod, and before you can even comment, she bends down, scooping you up with ease. In a single, graceful motion, she lifts you effortlessly, holding you as though you weigh nothing, positioning you so that you’re almost at eye level with her. The confidence in her gaze, paired with the sheer strength and gentleness in her touch, sends a thrill through you.
She chuckles softly, enjoying the moment. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Better?”''] she murmurs, her voice rich with amusement as she adjusts her hold, letting you see just how much she’s in control. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“I thought I’d give you a chance to see things from my perspective.”'']
Your heart races, but you manage a grin. “I didn’t realize my goddess offered height boosts too.”
She laughs, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“I suppose I’m feeling generous,”''] she says, holding you close, her powerful frame enveloping you as if to remind you of just how small you now seem in her presence. The heels, the gown, her strength—all of it combines to make her seem untouchably grand, yet she’s cradling you with a warmth that’s undeniably affectionate. (set: $height to $height + 20)
After a moment, she sets you gently back on your feet, taking a step back to give you a full view of her. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)['' “So?”''] she asks, raising an eyebrow. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Does it suit me?”'']
You gaze up at her, the difference between you made even more dramatic by her heels.
(set: $giantess2 to false)
(set: $home2 to false)
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[ “More than you know. It feels just right, seeing you like this—right here.”->Home 2]]
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[ “I think it suits you so well… you might just deserve an even grander setting.”->Giantess 2]]
A knock at the door interrupts your thoughts, and you find a bewildered-looking mailman holding a massive box addressed to her. You sign for it, already sensing what’s coming as you haul the heavy package inside. (set: $height to $height + 20)
(text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“There you are,”''] she says, her voice laced with authority as she strides over to you. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Bring it in here. I want to see what’s inside.”'']
Following her command, you carry the box to the bedroom and carefully open it. Nestled inside, you see an array of items that make your pulse quicken—a black leather suit that looks both powerful and sleek, a towering pair of thigh-high 20cm platform heels, and a few other… provocative items that leave little to the imagination.
With a smirk, she steps forward, picking up the suit and inspecting it. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Not bad,”''] she murmurs, clearly impressed. Without hesitation, she pulls on the leather suit, adjusting the material around her newly muscled form until it hugs every curve and line. Next, she steps into the towering platform heels, strapping them up with practiced ease.
She straightens, and for a moment, you’re speechless, your breath catching as you take in the sight of her. Now standing at an awe-inspiring (text-colour:orange)[''(print: $height) cm''], she fills the room with her presence, her frame a striking blend of strength and poise. Her towering figure commands attention, each curve and muscle accentuated by the sleek black leather, and her head seems impossibly high above yours.
A smirk plays on her lips as she looks down, her gaze tracing the vast difference in height between you. Crossing her arms over her chest, she lets out a soft chuckle, clearly amused. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Damn… I really am that huge now, aren’t I?”''] she murmurs, her voice laced with satisfaction. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“I almost feel bad for you—almost.”''] The word hangs in the air, and there’s a glint of mischief in her eyes as she basks in the moment.
She raises an eyebrow, gesturing with a tilt of her head. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Let’s see just how big I’ve really gotten, shall we? Back-to-back.”'']
You hesitate for a second, but she gives you a look that leaves no room for argument. Slowly, you step forward, turning until your back is pressed against hers, and the full impact of her transformation hits you. She chuckles, the sound low and resonant as she glances over her shoulder, looking down at the staggering difference between you two.
(text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Holy shit, look at this,”''] she purrs, her voice dripping with amusement. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“I’m not just taller—I’m fucking towering over you.”''] She shifts slightly, her shadow enveloping you, the presence of her height and strength filling every inch of space around you. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“I bet you’ve never felt so small,”''] she murmurs, her voice equal parts teasing and triumphant. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“And to think…”''] She leans forward just enough to meet your gaze, her smile widening as she sees your reaction, (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“I’m not even finished yet.”'']
The room falls silent as she straightens up again, hands on her hips, her expression one of pure satisfaction. She knows exactly the effect she’s having, and from the glint in her eyes, she’s enjoying every moment of it. The space between you seems endless, and the realization settles in—you’re standing next to someone who’s not just taller, but someone who has grown into her power in every sense.
Stepping around to face you, her gaze drops to the remaining items in the box. She picks up one of the toys, holding it up with a smirk. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“What do you think of these, hmm?”''] she asks, her tone daring you to respond.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[ “I think they’re… perfect for someone who knows exactly what they want,” you say, keeping your tone steady. “And I’d be more than willing to follow your lead.”->Dom 2]]
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[ “I think they’re… interesting. But if you keep growing like this, maybe the real thing would be better…,” you say, your tone hinting at the possibility of change.->Futa 2]]
(set: $height to $height - 20)
(set: $futa2 to false)
(set: $dom2 to false)She strides confidently into the bedroom, her gaze locking onto you like you are her prey. Without a word, she reaches down, effortlessly lifting you with her powerful arms, holding you against her body as if you weigh nothing. Her hands settle firmly on your butt, supporting you with a strength that leaves no question of who’s in charge.
(text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Got you,”''] she murmurs with a smirk, pulling you closer against her towering frame.
She lifts one leg, propping it on a nearby chair to brace herself, her grip never wavering.
She starts to rocks you gently as your intimate parts come together, the sheer power in her hold is both thrilling and a little intimidating as she speeds up and increases the strength of her movements.
Than she stops, leans in, her face filling your vision as her mouth meets yours in a deep, commanding kiss. You feel her warmth envelop you, her lips pressing with a rough confidence, her tongue filling a large part of your mouth, leaving you breathless as she takes charge, the sheer force of her presence engulfing you.
Just then, a familiar tingling sensation courses through her body. Her lips press more firmly, and you sense her beginning to grow mid-kiss. Her arms around you tighten as she lets out a hushed, surprised laugh. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Well, fuck, looks like there’s gonna be more of me for you to handle,”''] before continuing her siege of your mouth.
As the tingling sensation sweeps over her, you watch in awe as she begins to grow right before your eyes. Her arms around you tighten, expanding with new strength as her shoulders stretch broader, lifting you higher with each passing second. Her torso rises, stretching her taller making you sink in more firmly into her as her powerful frame fills out, every muscle defined and thickening with renewed strength.
Her legs lengthen beneath you, adding a centimeter after centimeter to her height, the space around her seeming to shrink as she grows. Her feet press deeper into the floor, and with a sudden crack, the chair beneath her foot splinters under the weight of her expanding body. She lets out a triumphant laugh, the vibration of her voice deeper and richer, filling the room.
Her hands, still holding you effortlessly, grow larger, her fingers spanning further around your back as she swells to an imposing size. Her face inches up past yours, her mouth now level with the top of your head. Her lips curve into a smirk as she takes in your reaction, towering over you more than ever before, her height and sheer presence overwhelming. (set: $height to $height + 20)
With each moment, her body presses closer, warmer, the powerful curves of her frame radiating confidence and command. But just as she reaches her towering new height, a tremor runs through her, her muscles spasming slightly as if adjusting to the sudden surge. Her eyes flutter, and before she can steady herself, she stumbles backward, collapsing onto the bed behind her with a heavy thud.
She lands, her arms still wrapped around you in an unbreakable hold, her powerful grip keeping you snug against her chest as she lets out a contented sigh. Her breathing slows, her head tilting back with a look of pure satisfaction as her eyes close, drifting into an unconscious but peaceful sleep.
You try to shift, but her embrace holds you firmly in place, her arms like steel around you, warm and immovable. Trapped in her powerful grasp, you eventually let yourself relax, resting against her and feeling the rise and fall of her chest beneath you.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Soon, lulled by the comforting rhythm of her breathing, you drift off to sleep in her hold, a sense of awe lingering as the night settles around you both.->Final morning dom]]As the night deepens, the room fills with an electric energy, her presence radiating strength and beauty. She lies beside you, already towering, yet tonight there’s something different—a powerful, almost mesmerizing intensity in her gaze as she holds you close, her arms wrapping around you effortlessly.
Nestled against her, you feel the warmth of her body, each gentle breath filling the quiet space between you. The energy grows, and you sense a subtle shift as her body begins to expand around you. Her legs, stretched out beside yours, start to lengthen, pressing further down the bed, her feet edging closer to the end with each slow inhale. Her thighs press more fully into yours, their warmth and weight increasing as her entire frame stretches outward.
Her torso follows, lengthening and broadening, her shoulders rising and pushing further across the mattress as she grows. Her chest rises steadily, each breath lifting her higher and making her embrace around you feel even more encompassing. Her arms adjust around you instinctively, her hand resting along your back as her fingers grow longer, gently cradling more of you, enveloping you as she becomes larger, more protective.
Lying beside her, you feel her head inching upward, her chin slowly reaching past the top of your head, her presence filling the space above you. Her body presses against you from head to toe, expanding until the difference in size feels almost dreamlike, the sensation of being held by someone so much larger leaving you captivated.
Finally, her growth eases, leaving her significantly taller (barefoot) at (text-colour:orange)[''(print: $height) cm'']. She lets out a contented sigh, her arms adjusting around you as if to savor the new closeness. Smiling down, she gently brushes her fingers along your back, her hand now covering so much of you that it’s almost as if you’re cradled within her hold.
She lets out a soft, amused chuckle, clearly enjoying the difference. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Well,”''] she murmurs half a sleep, her voice warm and filled with a quiet satisfaction. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Looks like I’m officially your oversized blanket.”''] She pulls you a bit closer, her hand resting on your shoulder as she gently tucks you under her chin, her larger frame surrounding you with comforting ease.
You chuckle softly, feeling both safe and enchanted by the closeness.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[“Best blanket I’ve ever had!”->Final morning goddess]] - you reply, nestling into her warmth and slowly falling into a deep sleep.The morning light filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. You blink awake, still drowsy, but it doesn’t take long to notice her towering form sprawled across the bed, her legs stretching far past the edge, her arm draped over you with a weight that’s both comforting and a little overwhelming. She stirs, a faint groan escaping her lips as she stretches, muscles flexing with the recent growth.
(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Ugh,”''] she mutters, rolling her shoulders with a wince, as if testing out her new size. (text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“I'm sore from all the growth last night”''] she grumbles, rubbing her neck. Her brow furrows, and her gaze shifts to you, narrowing slightly. (text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“You’re awake. Good.”'']
You nod, still half-asleep, but her tone snaps you to attention.
(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Go make me some coffee,”''] she commands, her voice firm, leaving no room for argument. (text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“And grab me something to eat. My stomach’s practically growling.”'']
You quickly get up, heading to the kitchen to prepare her breakfast. As you work, you can feel the nervous anticipation building—her tone has a commanding edge this morning, and you’re not inclined to test her patience.
Returning to the room with her coffee and breakfast, you set the tray down carefully, watching as she takes a sip, her gaze sharp as she watches you from above. She sets down the cup, glancing around the room.
(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Oh, and while you’re at it,”''] she says, gesturing with a slight wave of her hand, (text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“could you grab my clothes from the closet? And make the bed. I shouldn’t have to remind you.”'']
“Right away,” you reply, scrambling to follow her instructions. After bringing her clothes and tidying up, you return, thinking the list might be done. But her eyes linger on you, a smug smile forming on her face.
(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Actually… the laundry,”''] she says, crossing her arms over her chest, her tone expectant. (text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Go take care of that too, and make it quick.”'']
Once you’ve completed every task, you step back into the room, your heart racing slightly as you wonder if she has anything else in store. But to your surprise, she’s standing there, hands on her hips, watching you with an expression that’s softened just a bit, as if satisfied with your obedience.
(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Good boy,”''] she purrs, stepping closer, each of her movements controlled yet deliberate. She stops just a couple of centimeters from you, looking down with an almost regal gaze, clearly relishing the way her height has amplified. (text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?”'']
You shake your head, staring up at her towering frame. Standing at her new height of surreal (text-colour:orange)[''(print: $height) cm''], she’s even more imposing, her head a good distance above yours. She straightens, letting her shoulders roll back as she stands to her full height, hands on her hips, the faintest smirk on her lips as she takes in the difference between you.
(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Look at you,”''] she murmurs, clearly enjoying the view. (text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“So small next to me.”''] Her tone holds a hint of mockery, but there’s an undeniable satisfaction in her voice as she studies the size difference, her gaze drifting down to meet yours. (text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“I think you’ll have to get used to looking up,”''] she teases, leaning down slightly until her face is just above yours, her eyes glinting with amusement.
For a moment, she lets the silence hang, letting the reality of her growth settle in, her smile widening as she tilts her head. (text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“And maybe, if you keep up the good work,”''] she whispers, her tone playful yet firm, (text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“I’ll let you enjoy an even grander view.”'']
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[You think to yourself, slightly exicted by her new demeanour: "I've created a unit....Great fucking job past me!"->A fun interaction dom]]Later that morning, you hear a faint but frustrated muttering coming from the bedroom. Curious, you step inside to find her standing in front of the mirror, her back toward you as she wrestles with the laces of her bra. Her muscles flex as she reaches back, trying to secure the straps, but her recent growth and added strength seem to have made the task surprisingly tricky.
She glances at you over her shoulder, eyes narrowed slightly as she notices you watching. “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” she snaps, though her tone is playful, a hint of exasperation in her voice.
You stifle a laugh, raising your hands innocently. “Need some help?”
She scoffs, turning her gaze back to the mirror. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“I don’t need help with something as simple as lacing a bra,”''] she mutters, though the irritation in her voice betrays her confidence. She gives the straps another tug, only to mutter a half-sworn, (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Stupid thing…”'']
You step closer, noticing her cheeks flush slightly as she glances at you again, clearly torn between pride and practicality. After a moment, she lets out an annoyed sigh. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Fine. Maybe I could use a hand,”''] she grumbles, holding her arms out with a reluctant look on her face. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“But don’t get any ideas.”'']
You move in behind her, carefully lacing the bra while she stands there, visibly trying not to acknowledge how relieved she is. Once it’s secure, she adjusts the straps with a satisfied huff, giving you an appraising look in the mirror.
(text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Alright, alright,”''] she mutters, rolling her shoulders as if testing the fit. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Don’t go fucking thinking I’ll be needing you for this forever.”''] She pauses, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she turns to face you, crossing her arms daring you to react. (set: $futa1 to false)(set: $dom1 to false)
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[ “Oh, I don’t doubt that. In fact, I’m starting to wonder if I’ll have to ask for permission just to stay in this house."->Dom 1]]
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[ “Well, I guess if you keep growing like this you'll surpass me in everything, even by growing in… other ways.”->Futa 1]]After a whole morning of marveling at your towering, powerful girlfriend, you walk into the dining room to find her seated on a chair, looking slightly flustered. She sits with the kind of presence only a goddess could, her long legs stretched out in front of her, her arms crossing over her chest as she stares ahead in mild frustration.
You watch for a moment, curious, when she shifts, trying to reach that one elusive spot between her shoulder blades. Her arm stretches back, fingers grazing just close enough to brush it, but not quite reaching. She sighs, her powerful shoulders flexing as she tries again, the movement making her look every bit the goddess she’s become, yet unable to tackle this one small, inconvenient spot.
A smirk tugs at the corner of your mouth. “Is there something the great goddess can’t do? Are mere mortals even allowed to help?”
She narrows her eyes at you, a glint of playful warning. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Careful, mortal. It’s these divine muscles,”''] she says, flexing slightly with a mischievous smile. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Apparently, even goddesses have their limits.”''] She tries once more, her arm straining to reach, her lips pressing into a determined line as she stares at you, daring you to comment.
You chuckle, stepping behind her with a grin. “Alright, alright. Guess even a goddess has to call on her ‘little’ boyfriend from time to time.”
You place your hands on her shoulders, gently massaging as you slide your hands down to scratch the spot that’s been taunting her. She inhales deeply, her shoulders relaxing under your touch, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. The weight of her presence is almost overwhelming as you stand behind her, and yet, she’s completely at ease with your help.
(set: $giantess1 to false)
(set: $home1 to false)
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[“I think I could handle a lifetime of ‘little helper’ duties. Being here, by your side—it suits me just fine.”->Home 1]]
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[“I don’t know, goddess. The way you keep growing, you might just outgrow your ‘little helper’ here… but I’d be happy to admire you from below.”->Giantess 1]]
The morning light filters through the curtains as she stirs, blinking awake with a sleepy smile. You realize that she’s still holding you close, her arms firm around you from last night. She looks down at you nestled against her chest, her lips curving into a pleased grin. With a gentle but unmistakably powerful motion, she releases you, stretching out her limbs and taking a moment to inspect her new form. You watch as she slowly sits up, her massive frame filling the bed, her shoulders brushing against the ceiling as she glances around, clearly delighted by the tight fit.
She shifts, attempting to stand, but as soon as she rises to her new height of (text-colour:orange)[''(print: $height) cm''] (without heels), her head bumps against the ceiling light, making her let out a low, amused chuckle. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Damn, would you look at this? I’ve grown so fucking tall, this house can barely hold me now,”''] she mutters, her tone dripping with satisfaction as she stoops down, crouching to avoid hitting her head again.
Her eyes find you, and without a word, she reaches out, her large hand wrapping around your arm as she pulls you close. You feel the firmness of her grip, a silent reminder of her strength, as she guides you out to the garden with effortless control. She doesn’t release her hold until you’re both outside, and as she finally stands to her full height, a smirk forms on her face as she looks down, clearly enjoying the view.
(text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Holy fucking shit,”''] - she mutters, almost to herself, her eyes gleaming as she takes in the difference between you two. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Look at you,”''] she says with a teasing tone, crossing her arms over her broad chest. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“It’s like you’ve shrunk overnight, standing there all… shrimpy and tiny.”''] She lets out a soft laugh, her voice rich with amusement as she raises her hand, her fingers playfully brushing against the top of your head as though testing just how much space lies between you.
With a sly grin, she glances down at her legs and then at you, her eyes sparkling with mischief. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Actually… let’s really put this into perspective,”''] she says, stepping back slightly. She extends her leg, placing her foot next to yours, and the difference is almost absurd. Her thigh alone reaches close to your chest, thick with muscle, her calves making your legs look small by comparison. She chuckles, raising her eyebrows as she studies the comparison.
(text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Damn,” '']she drawls, clearly delighted. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“I could probably fucking crush you with these if I wanted to. Look at that—my single leg is almost as big as you,”''] she teases, running her hand along her thigh with a seductive smirk.
She shifts her weight slightly, flexing her leg so the muscles ripple, her confidence only growing as she revels in her new size. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[“''You really are just a tiny thing next to me now.”'']
She crouches down slightly, bringing her face closer to yours with a smirk.(text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)['' “You’re looking up at me like I’m some kind of giant or something,”''] she teases, raising an eyebrow as if daring you to challenge her. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“And honestly… I fucking love that shit.” '']She chuckles, giving your shoulder a playful but firm squeeze, her fingers wrapping all the way around with ease. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“I’m not even trying, and I could lift your shrimpy ass with one hand.”'']
She stands back up, towering above you, casting a long shadow that covers you completely as she places her hands back on her hips. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[“''I don’t think you’re going to have any say in things from now on,”''] she declares with a grin. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Because, let’s face it—there’s no fucking way you can compete with this.”''] She tilts her head, taking one last, long look at you, clearly savoring every inch of her towering advantage, her expression one of pure, unrestrained joy.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["You are right, I can't. Go ahead show me just how much control you can take"->Ending (Dominatrix)]]
(if: $futa1 is true and $futa2 is true)[(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["Maybe you’re right… maybe it'd be better if you are the one wearing the pants in the relationship."->Ending (Huge futa)]]]The next morning, you wake up to the sensation of warmth beside you, a comforting weight gently shifting on the bed. As you open your eyes, you see her standing beside the bed, stretching with a contented sigh. It takes a moment for you to process the sight before you—she’s taller, now at (text-colour:orange)[''(print: $height) cm''], her frame filling more of the room than you remember, her head now brushing the top of the doorframe.
(text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Good morning,”''] she says with a mischievous smile, catching the look of surprise on your face. There’s an unmistakable confidence in her gaze, her stance more assured, as if this new height is something she’s been waiting for all along.
You blink, taking in her impressive form, then shake your head with a chuckle. “I think I might need to start wearing heels just to keep up with you.”
She laughs, glancing down at you with a playful glint in her eyes.(text-size:1.1)+ (text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Oh, I think you’d need more than heels now, darling.”''] She steps closer, and as she does, the size difference becomes even more apparent. Her shoulders are now above your your eyeline, and standing this close, you have to tilt your head up to meet her gaze. Her smile widens, clearly enjoying this newfound advantage.
She looks down, gently comparing your hand with hers, playfully pressing her palm to yours and watching as her fingers stretch well beyond yours. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Well, look at that,”''] she says with a raised eyebrow. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[ ''“Seems my hands can fully envelop yours now.”''] Her voice is light, but there’s a hint of pride, and she’s clearly enjoying this little game of comparison.
“Alright, alright,” you say with a grin, feigning a bit of exasperation. “I get it—you’re officially gigantic.”
Her laughter is warm, and she bends down slightly to place a quick kiss on your forehead. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“I think ‘goddess-sized’ is the term you’re looking for,”''] she teases, patting your shoulder with an amused grin. With a playful wink, she straightens back up, towering over you once more.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Later that day....->A fun interaction goddess]]
The workday finally behind you, you step into her space—a room now entirely hers, designed to match her towering presence. Dominating the center of the room is a massive throne, intricately crafted to suit her growing stature. Polished metal gleams in the light, and soft, luxurious cushions line the seat. The sight of it draws you closer, curiosity piqued.
"Quite the chair," you mutter, running a hand along the smooth armrest, its height easily surpassing your head. It’s impossible not to marvel at its grandeur. With a small grin, you climb up onto the cushion, sinking slightly into its plush surface, and glance around, imagining her towering frame filling the throne.
Feeling cheeky, you settle yourself on the seat, leaning back and stretching your arms theatrically.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[“All hail the mighty boyfriend,” you joke to yourself, laughing quietly.->Giantess goddess 3]]
For a moment, there’s a stunned silence as she stares at you, disbelief flashing in her eyes. But then, slowly, her expression hardens, and a dark glint fills her gaze. Her jaw tightens, and you can see the muscle in her neck tense as she takes a slow, deliberate breath, barely keeping her anger in check.
(text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Oh, you’ve got some fucking nerve, don’t you?”''] she mutters, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous tone. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“After everything I’ve done… all the times I’ve let you off easy… and now this?”''] Her hands ball into fists, and her towering frame seems even larger as her muscles tense and she steps closer, casting a shadow over you.
Her eyes narrow, and she lets out a harsh, mirthless laugh. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“You really think you can just keep talking back to me? Defying me like you’re in charge?”''] she sneers, a look of sheer fury on her face. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Not anymore. I’m done with you acting like you’re on my fucking level.”'']
Before you can react, she reaches out, wrapping one large hand firmly around your neck. With a single, effortless motion, she lifts you off the ground, holding you in the air as though you weigh nothing at all.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[You feel imennse pressure followed by pain, your last thought being that your neck will break->Ending demoness 2]]She tilts her head, a smile playing on her lips as she takes in your words. There’s a softness in her gaze as she looks down at you, as if seeing your devotion in a new light. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Maybe you’re right,''] ” she murmurs, her voice warm but with an undertone of contemplation.
Your words linger with her, and though she continues to embrace her growth, it’s now with a tempered focus—one that blends her desire for power with a deep appreciation for the connection you share. (set: $height to $height + 80)
With each passing day, you continue to show your devotion, and she revels in the gentle progression of her growth, savoring each step. Your admiration and affection fuel her goddess-like transformation, though she’s careful not to let it get out of hand. Over time, she reaches a height of (text-colour:orange)[''(print: $height) cm'']—tall enough to feel her power and presence but still close enough to maintain her connection with you. She’s discovered a sweet spot in her transformation. Despite her size, she moves with ease through your adjusted shared space, her larger frame filling the room yet leaving space for intimacy and closeness. She’s learned to balance her power and affection, often lowering herself to your level, smiling softly as she meets your gaze with both strength and warmth.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[However, an idea to grow larger and more powerfull still lingers in her mind.->Balanced goddess 2]]One evening, she was laying in bed with her legs spread, her face exhibiting reflecting pure pleasure, while you were working your magic with her intimate place with every ounce of your strenght. For her, it was a normal evening, for you it was a battle of David versus Goliath.
You feel her trembling and coming closer to a climax, her breathing becoming deeper and quicker and her moans louder. Just as you tought the deed was done you are ambushed by her hand behind you. She presses you against her intimacy with incredible strenght as she trembles and climaxes while moaning loudly. You feel your lower spine making a sudden and loud cracking sound as you lose consciousness.
Once you come to, she is cradling you in her arms, her eyes watery and her face showing a concerned look like you've rarely seen before.
(text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Are you alright?”''] she asks, her voice soft and filled with worry.
You nod, giving her a reassuring smile. “I’m fine, really. I think you readjusted my spine a little… you came at me a bit stronger than I expected.”
Her expression shifts, a thoughtful look replacing her usual confidence. She glances down at her hands, and than back at you, her mind pondering the size difference. For the first time, you see her questioning whether this growth is the path she truly wants.
(text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“I'm so sorry darling,”''] she murmurs, recalling your earlier words about power and harmony. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Maybe I grew too much, I don't like this.”''] - she bursts out crying.
You hug her with all your strenght
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["Your height... it’s a reflection of my love, isn't it? You grew because of how deeply I feel for you. To me, every inch is a testament to that connection."->Balanced goddess ext]]
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["Maybe...., but you're still you, and I-.....I still love you very much!"->Balanced goddess 3]]From that day forward, she embraces her height at (text-colour:orange)[''(print: $height) cm'']—as it allows her to blend her power with a grounded connection to you and the world. Life together takes on a beautiful, harmonious rhythm once again as she balances her goddess-like qualities with her daily life and relationship.
Her size and presence become a natural part of your life, her towering figure a comforting yet awe-inspiring sight. The little moments take on a magical quality: on sunny afternoons, she often strolls through the neighborhood with you, her strides long and graceful, her hand resting protectively on your shoulder as you walk together. Her laughter rings out, filling the space around you, and she enjoys watching the way others glance in admiration as she passes by, a vision of effortless power and confidence.
At home, she often uses her powers in humorous, playful ways that have become part of her daily routine. One time, you watch with a laugh as she levitates an entire cabinet just to reorganize it, her smile wide with satisfaction as she raises an eyebrow at you, silently daring you to find a flaw in her approach.
And yet, there’s still an intimacy that grounds each day. Meals together are a quiet joy; you sit beside her, the table adjusted for her height, her hand easily reaching over to tousle your hair or brush a gentle finger along your cheek as you talk. When she rests her arm around you, it’s with a gentle strength that feels protective, each touch a reminder of both her power and her restraint.
In these moments, she feels both otherworldly and yet deeply familiar. Your lives intertwine in a way that reflects her growth, her power, and her love for you. She’s a goddess, a vision of strength and beauty, yet she chooses every day to stay by your side, embracing the world from a place of balance and harmony.
Together, you’ve found something that’s more than power, more than worship—a true partnership, where her goddess nature and your devotion find a quiet, joyful balance.
Thank you for playing, you've reached the (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#fcc419)["''Balanced goddess ending''"], final height: (text-colour:orange)[''(print: $height) cm'']
(link: "Try for another ending?")[(reload:)]Her eyes flash with amusement and a touch of ambition. She laughs softly, a sound that fills the room. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Oh, I see,”''] she murmurs, her gaze dropping to meet yours with a mix of curiosity and challenge. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“You wouldn’t mind watching your goddess become… even greater?”''] Her voice lowers, holding a quiet intensity. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“I wonder just how much admiration you’d have if I were towering above.”'']
You hold her gaze, your smile unwavering. “I don’t think there’s a limit to my admiration,” you say, letting her see the sincerity in your eyes.
Her expression softens, though her playful confidence remains. She gives a slight nod, almost as if she’s made a silent decision. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Good answer,”''] she replies, leaning in close. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Then prepare yourself. I may just take you up on that.”'']
As she straightens up, with the playful glint in her eye returning, you notice that she seems taller than a moment a go, as you have to crane your head slightly more to meet her gaze. "Did she grow just now?" - you think to yourself.
(set: $giantess1 to true)
(set: $height to $height + 5)
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["Probably just my imagination."->A goddess doen't need clothes]] Her expression softens, a warmth spreading over her face as she looks down at you. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“I think I like the sound of that,”''] she murmurs, a quiet sense of contentment in her voice. She gently brings her hand to your cheek, her touch soft and affectionate, almost reverent.
With a small, genuine smile, she whispers, (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Then here I’ll stay, at least for as long as you’ll have me.”''] Her tone is playful but carries a sincerity that reassures you both.
(set: $home2 to true)
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[You both set for bed after a long day...->Final night goddess]] Her eyes light up, a spark of ambition in her gaze as she takes a thoughtful step back, clearly imagining the possibility. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Oh? And what kind of ‘grand setting’ do you think could ever contain me?”''] she says with a playful smirk.
You shrug, smiling as you meet her gaze. “Maybe somewhere as limitless as you are.”
She chuckles, a look of satisfaction on her face as if the thought has taken root. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Then perhaps I’ll need more than just this home,”''] she replies, her voice carrying an air of quiet determination.
Amused by her own imagination of growing even larger, she closes her eyes and lets out a soft moan, her gaze inching a tiny bit higher.
(set: $giantess2 to true)
(set: $height to $height + 5)
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["Yep, she definitevly grew." ->Final night goddess]] (if:$dismissivness>2)[Her face falls slightly, the spark of excitement in her eyes dimming. She looks away for a moment, as if unsure how to respond. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#3b5bdb)[''“Right… to tall....got it....,”''] she repeats quietly, her voice softer as she seems to weigh her options. She adjusts her posture, crossing her arms as if to close herself off a bit, her confidence momentarily shaken.
(set: $dismissivness to $dismissivness + 1)
For a moment, she’s quiet, glancing down at her heels as though reconsidering. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#3b5bdb)[''“Maybe… maybe this is enough,”''] she murmurs, though her voice lacks conviction. She gives you a hesitant smile, but there’s a hint of uncertainty in her gaze.]
(if:$dismissivness<=2)[She crosses her arms puffing her cheeks slightly, clearly fazed by your remark. (text-colour:#9c36b5)[''“Oh, you don’t think so?”''] Her voice still holds a playful edge, but there’s a glint in her eyes that says she’s only just beginning.
She leans down slightly, her presence filling your vision as she grins. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#9c36b5)[''“Then maybe I’ll just have to find somewhere big enough to match my size.”''] She straightens, her confidence unmistakable. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#9c36b5)[''“Besides, I’ve enjoyed every bit of this growth so far,”''] she says, as if challenging you to keep up with her ambitions.(set:$height to $height +5)]
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[You wonder how far all of this would go.->Final night]]
(set: $dismissive2 to true)(if:$dismissivness<=2)[She raises an eyebrow, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#2f9e44)[''“Oh? So, you’re saying you’d like me a little taller?”''] Her tone is playful, yet there’s a certain intensity in her gaze. (set:$height to $height +10)
You nod, shrugging casually. “Why not? I think it’d suit you—you wear it well. Besides, I don’t mind being the one looking up for a change.”
She laughs softly, clearly pleased with your response, and places a hand on her hip, giving you a once-over. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#2f9e44)[''“Well then, don’t be surprised if I decide to keep growing,”''] she murmurs, the smile on her face brimming with playful ambition. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#2f9e44)[''“Just… be ready.”'']]
(if:$dismissivness>2)[She pauses, her expression shifting as she studies you, clearly surprised by the change in your tone. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#9c36b5)[''“Really?”''] she asks, a mix of curiosity and amusement in her voice. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#9c36b5)[''“I thought you were convinced I was tall enough.”'']
(set:$height to $height +8)
You shrug, a playful smile tugging at your lips. “Maybe I just needed a little convincing. But seeing you now, towering like that… it’s hard not to be impressed.”
A small, pleased smile spreads across her face, her eyes glinting with excitement as she takes in your words. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#9c36b5)[''“Interesting,”''] she murmurs, as if making a note to herself. She straightens, adjusting the heels with a renewed sense of confidence, though she’s careful to keep her excitement subtle.(text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#9c36b5)['' “Good to know I’m winning you over,”''] she says lightly, though you can sense she’s reveling in your approval.]
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[You wonder how far all of this would go->Final night]]
(set: $supportive2 to true)That night, as you both drift off to sleep, she lies beside you, a peaceful smile on her face. But deep down, something has shifted. She’s been holding back, her growth restrained, her confidence limited by insecurities you hadn’t fully realized. Now, with those fears lifted, she lets go, finally allowing herself the freedom to grow fully.
As she sleeps, the change begins. Her body stirs, stretching ever so slightly at first, then expanding with a newfound ease. Her feet, already close to the edge of the bed, start to push further, her toes slipping past the end of the mattress and hovering in the air. Her legs lengthen, pressing firmly against the mattress, their growing strength evident in the way her calves and thighs take up more space, the muscle becoming more defined as they expand.
Her torso follows, her back arching slightly as her frame stretches, pushing you gently toward the edge of the bed. Her shoulders broaden, spilling over the sides of the mattress, her arms stretching further and further until they dangle off the edge, her fingertips grazing the floor. You hear a soft tearing sound as her nightgown strains against her expanding form, the fabric giving way across her chest and shoulders as her growth surges onward.
Her neck lengthens, and soon her head reaches the very top of the bed, forcing her chin to angle downward, as if even the mattress can no longer contain her. Her jawline sharpens slightly as her face becomes more refined, a gentle strength in her features as her cheek rests against the pillow. Her collarbones widen, pressing against the fabric of her gown until it splits, the delicate threads unraveling as her body claims more space.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Her growth continues, unrestrained....->Ending (finally confident 3)]]Her eyebrows raise, clearly intrigued by your comment. A slow, confident smile spreads across her face as she straightens, crossing her arms over her chest. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Now that’s more like it,”''] she purrs, a hint of satisfaction in her tone. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Maybe you’re finally starting to understand where things are headed.”''] She winks, her posture radiating self-assured dominance.
As she savors the moment, her body seems to respond in turn. From your standing position behind her, you notice her shoulders broaden subtly, her back becoming just a bit wider and longer, filling more of your view. Her neck lengthens ever so slightly, her head rising higher as if reaching up to meet her own growing confidence. Her arms shift, the muscles and curves becoming just a touch more pronounced as they cross over her chest, each change adding to her imposing presence.
(set: $height to $height + 5)
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Later that day...->latex and knee-high heels]]
(set:$dom1 to true)Her eyebrows arch, a glint of curiosity crossing her face as she takes in your words. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Oh?”''] she says, clearly intrigued. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Interesting idea… I might just enjoy growing in other ways too.”''] She smirks, studying you thoughtfully, as if already imagining the possibilities with a newfound sense of command and authority.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Later that day...->latex and knee-high heels]]
(set: $futa1 to true)She raises an eyebrow, a thoughtful look crossing her face as she takes in your suggestion. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Oh?”''] she replies, amusement mingling with curiosity. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Now that would be… fascinating. Perhaps a shift in roles is exactly what we need!”'']
Her expression softens just a bit, her hand brushing along your shoulder as she considers the idea. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“I’ll keep that in mind,”''] she says, giving you a knowing smile as she steps back, her towering form casting a long shadow that leaves you wondering just what she has planned.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[ That night....->Final night dominatrix]]
(set: $futa2 to true)Her smirk widens, clearly pleased by your answer. She tilts her head, studying you with a glint of satisfaction in her eyes. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Good answer,”''] she murmurs, her voice low and commanding. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“I think I like having someone willing to submit… someone who knows their place.”'']
As the satisfaction sinks in, you watch her face shift ever so slightly—her eyes glinting with a deeper intensity. Then, to your surprise, she begins to rise even higher, her entire form subtly stretching upward. You find yourself tilting your gaze up as her eye level inches upwards, despite her already towering presence in those formidable heels.
Her leather suit strains slightly as her frame expands, her newfound height making her appear even more imposing. She finally straightens, letting the extra centimeters bring her fully above you, and her fingers return to trace along your jawline, now with an even greater sense of authority.
(text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Stay close,”''] she whispers, her voice now carrying a faint, thrilling echo of satisfaction. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“I have a feeling you’ll be seeing a lot more of my… requests.”''] Her gaze locks onto yours, savoring her height advantage with an almost playful glint as she takes in your reaction.
(set: $height to $height + 5)
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[ That night....->Final night dominatrix]]
(set: $dom2 to true)For a moment, everything goes silent. She stands there, still holding you by the neck, her gaze hardened with frustration. But when your head slumps forward, body limp in her grasp, she raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.
(text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Oh, come on. Really?”''] she says with a huff, rolling her eyes. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Fucking dramatic, aren’t we?”''] She gives a light shake, expecting a reaction, but your head only falls limply to the side, eyes half-closed and unseeing.
A flicker of uncertainty crosses her face, her smirk fading. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Hey. That’s enough. I get it—you’re mad,”''] she mutters, a slight tremor in her voice. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“You can stop pretending now.”''] She gives you another shake, a little firmer this time, her voice wavering. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Come on, don’t be ridiculous…”'']
But as she looks down at your lifeless expression, realization begins to dawn. Her grip loosens, and she lowers you to the floor, her hands shaking slightly as she places you gently on the ground. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“No… no, no, no,”''] she whispers, her voice cracking. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“That’s… I didn’t mean—”'']
She kneels beside you, hands frantically pressing at your shoulders, shaking you as though trying to jolt you awake. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Come on. Wake up,”''] she whispers, her voice laced with desperation. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“This wasn’t supposed to… this isn’t… oh, please, come back.”'']
Her breaths quicken, and she bites her lip, her eyes wide with fear as she cradles your head against her chest, rocking back and forth. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“I’m sorry,”''] she whispers, her voice breaking, each word soaked with remorse. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[“''I… I didn’t want this. I’m so fucking sorry.”''] Her fingers trace your face gently, as if hoping the tenderness might undo the damage.
Tears spill down her cheeks as she presses her forehead against yours, her voice barely a whisper. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Come back. Please. I’ll do anything.”''] Her shoulders shake, and the powerful, dominant presence crumbles, her confidence shattered.
As she lowers herself to the floor, she clutches your hand tightly, her sobs filling the silence around you both. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“I… I didn’t want this,”''] she repeats, her voice raw and broken. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“I just… I wanted us to be… together.”'']
Kneeling beside you, she lowers her head to the floor, groveling in her grief, her whispers barely audible. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Please… if there’s anything… anything I can do. I would give anything to take this back. Just… just give me one more chance.”'']
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Her fingers brush your cheek as she chokes back another sob, clutching you close, the depth of her regret and love clear in every broken word.->Ending demoness 3]]
As she's kneeling, broken and pleading, a faint, unnatural glow begins to form beneath her—a pentagram burning itself into the floor, its edges pulsing with a sinister, blood-red light. Lost in her grief, she doesn’t notice at first, but as she continues to sob, a blinding crimson glow suddenly bursts from her eyes and mouth, casting the room in an eerie light. Her body stiffens, shuddering as though something deep within her has been unleashed, something raw, wild, and unstoppable.
Then, in one sudden, terrifying moment, her body begins to grow.
Her shoulders widen first, the sheer force of her expanding muscles pushing her collarbones upward, thickening her neck until it seems almost like a pillar. Her biceps swell, expanding with every beat of her pulse, rounding out to monstrous proportions as veins rise to the surface, snaking over her skin like rivers of power. Her triceps bulge, thickening into dense, iron-hard slabs of muscle that push her arms out at her sides as though they could barely contain the force within them.
Her chest surges forward, each breath causing her pectoral muscles to swell outward, straining against the remnants of her clothing along with her breast before tearing it apart completely. Her abs tighten and expand, one by one, until a wall of densely packed muscle carves itself down her torso, each segment defined with brutal precision. The cords of her obliques and core deepen, forming a fortress of strength around her waist, framing her torso with inhuman power.
Her legs are next, thickening until her thighs resemble the trunks of ancient trees, each muscle layer pressing outward, tightly defined, radiating strength. Her calves grow wider, splitting with muscle, the sheer size of her lower legs forcing her stance wider to support her growing mass. Her feet, now too large for any kind of shoe, claw into the ground, her toenails extending into razor-sharp black talons.
A pair of horns erupts from the top of her forehead, twisting backward in cruel, jagged arcs, while her face contorts with the final stages of the transformation. Her fangs lengthen, sharper and more vicious, glistening in the dim light. Her tongue extends, serpentine and agile, flickering between her lips as her mouth widens showcasing her sharp theeth . Her hands, now massive, flex with raw power, her fingers tipped with obsidian-like claws that look ready to tear through steel.
Her skin shifts, darkening into a deep, fiery crimson, the color seeming to radiate heat as it pulses across her body. Her lower back arches as a powerful tail emerges, thick and muscular, pulsing itself larger and thicker by the second, sweeping across the room behind her as she steadies herself, each movement controlled but radiating a feral energy. With each passing second, her body seems to claim even more space, forcing her to crouch lower and lower. (set: $height to $height+180)
Finally, now at (text-colour:orange)[''(print: $height) cm''], she barely fits the room. Even fully crouching, her horns scrape the ceiling, her entire form overwhelming the house. The room is barely able to contain her, the air thick with heat and the smell of sulfur, her eyes burning with an intensity that seems to pierce through the very air.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[She has become something far beyond human—a force of pure, demonic power, her sorrow and rage now etched into every inch of her monstrous, awe-inspiring body.->Ending demoness 4]]She takes a deep breath, her massive form looming over you, eyes blazing with determination. Still kneeling beside you, she extends a hand, her long, clawed fingers trembling slightly as she hovers over your chest. The energy within her flares to life—a deep, crimson glow radiating from her hand as she channels every ounce of her newfound power.
A pulse of red light surges from her palm, flooding your body with warmth as if pouring life back into your veins. Her fingers twitch, controlling the flow of energy, her face strained with concentration. (text-size:1.22)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''"Come on,”''] she whispers, voice breaking. (text-size:1.22)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“I’m not losing you… not like this.”'']
The light around her hand intensifies, casting the room in a blood-red glow. With a final surge of energy, she releases the spell, the glow dissipating as her shoulders slump in exhaustion. She watches with bated breath, her eyes filled with hope and desperation, as a faint rise and fall of your chest returns, signaling life. A wave of relief crosses her face, her monstrous features softening as she reaches out, brushing a finger gently across your cheek.
You’re breathing again, but unconscious. She lets out a shaky sigh, her massive form visibly relaxing as she realizes you’re truly back. Gently, she slides one enormous arm under you, cradling your entire body effortlessly against her side, holding you close with the kind of tenderness that seems almost surreal, given her now-monstrous size.
With you nestled securely against her, she turns to navigate the house, crouching low, yet still too tall for the space. She bends and twists, her horns scraping the ceiling, her shoulders pressing against doorframes that splinter and crack under the pressure. Every movement is careful yet unavoidably destructive—her claws accidentally gouge deep grooves into the walls, her massive legs knock over furniture as she maneuvers through the too-small spaces.
As she reaches the hallway, her massive tail swishes behind her, knocking over a lamp, her knee pressing into a chair that breaks under the pressure. She pauses, glancing down at you with a soft look of worry, adjusting her hold to ensure you’re still secure. Then, crawling carefully to the bedroom, she unintentionally scrapes her claws along the floor, leaving deep marks as she struggles to keep her size under control in a space never meant for her.
Finally reaching the bedroom, she carefully lowers herself to the floor, her massive frame too large to fit on the bed beside you. She lays you gently onto the mattress, adjusting the blankets around you, her expression one of raw relief mixed with lingering worry. Settling herself on the floor beside the bed, she leans in close, her horns casting long shadows across the room, her gaze never leaving your face as she waits.
For hours, she stays there, her enormous body hunched protectively over the bedside, her crimson eyes fixed on you, watching intently for any sign of movement. Her clawed fingers rest softly on the edge of the bed, her breathing steady, almost as if she’s afraid that moving would somehow disturb you.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Then, she spots you rustling in bed.->Ending demoness 5]]You feel a gentle but immense weight on you and a warmth by your side. As your mind starts to clear, you become aware of her presence, of her hand brushing softly against you. Before you can open your eyes, her voice, low and thick with emotion, whispers, (text-size:1.22)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Don’t open your eyes yet… please. Just rest.”'']
Her words carry a fragility you’ve never heard before, but the memories come flooding back—the argument, her anger, and… the finality of it all. A wave of numbness settles over you, and you find yourself frozen, struggling to process the events. Silence fills the room, thick and heavy, until you hear a soft, trembling sound. She’s crying.
(text-size:1.22)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“I’m… I’m so sorry,”''] she chokes out, her voice barely a whisper. (text-size:1.22)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“I never… I didn’t want this. I didn’t mean to… hurt you like that.”''] Her breath catches, and you hear the raw pain in her words. (text-size:1.22)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“I’d give anything to take it back. Anything.”'']
At that, you slowly open your eyes, and what you see makes your breath hitch. There she is, towering above you even while sitting on the floor, her form transformed into something that defies belief. Her skin is a deep, fiery red, stretched over layers of muscle upon muscle, each defined line and curve more powerful than you ever could have imagined. Her arms and shoulders are thick, her biceps and triceps bulging with strength, and her fingers tipped with sharp, dark claws. Jagged, menacing horns curve back from her forehead, framing her face, which now bears an almost otherworldly beauty—a fierce, intimidating kind of grace.
Her face, however, is softened by the emotion in her eyes, which glisten with tears as she looks down at you. She’s… a monster. And yet, you feel only a strange mixture of awe and heartbreak as you take in the sight.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[“Y-you’re… you’re a monster now,” you stammer, unable to look away.->Ending demoness 6]]She takes a shaky breath, her gaze unwavering as she nods. (text-size:1.22)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Yes,”''] she murmurs, her voice steady but soft. (text-size:1.22)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“And if that’s the price for bringing you back, then I’d pay it a thousand times over.”'']
Slowly, her colossal hand reaches out, each finger thick and powerful, yet she cuddles you with infinite care. Her palm, warm and comforting, covers almost your entire body, and she lifts you gently, pulling you closer. (text-size:1.22)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“I… I never wanted to lose you,”''] she says, her voice cracking. She leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead, her lips so large that they cover your entire head, the warmth of her breath enveloping you.
Despite everything, her touch, her closeness, begins to calm you. The absurdity of it all—her towering frame, her monstrous form—melts away, and all you feel is the love she’s poured into every gentle movement. For a moment, you let yourself relax in her embrace.
But she pulls back, her expression turning somber. (text-size:1.22)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“This… this is goodbye,”''] she says, her voice barely audible. (text-size:1.22)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“I can’t stay here anymore. My body—my whole being—is being pulled back to… to a place beyond this world. A place where demons like me belong.”''] She pauses, her gaze darkening with grief.
You shake your head, a surge of resolve rising in you. “No. I don’t care where it is—I’m going with you.”
Her eyes flash with a fierce, protective anger. (text-size:1.22)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“You don’t understand,”''] she says, her voice growing louder, her hands gripping the edges of the bed as though to hold herself back. (text-size:1.22)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“That place… it’s not for you. You’re… you’re too good for it, too good to be dragged into that world because of me!”'']
“I don’t care!” you fire back, meeting her gaze, your own voice trembling with intensity. “You think I’d just let you go off on your own? After everything we’ve been through? No… if you’re going, then I’m going too.”
She clenches her fists, her jaw tight, her entire form trembling with emotion as she struggles to find words. (text-size:1.22)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“I can’t… I won’t let you throw everything away for me!”''] Her voice is both pleading and fierce, her eyes a storm of worry and sorrow.
You hold her gaze, unwavering. “I’ve already made my choice. Whatever lies ahead… I want to face it with you.”
A heavy silence falls between you, her chest heaving with unsteady breaths as she takes in your words. Slowly, her resistance fades, and her expression softens, a hint of wonder in her eyes as she looks down at you. (text-size:1.22)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“You… really mean that?”'']
You nod, reaching out to touch her massive hand, your own fingers barely spanning across one of hers. “I do. No matter what, I want to be by your side.”
She lets out a shuddering breath, her face a mixture of relief and disbelief. With a gentleness that seems almost impossible given her size, she pulls you close once more, holding you as if you were the most precious thing in her world.
(text-size:1.22)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Then we’ll go together,”''] she whispers, her voice filled with a fierce, quiet joy. (text-size:1.22)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Wherever it takes us.”'']
And in that moment, wrapped in her arms, you know that whatever lies beyond, you’ll face it side by side.
Thank you for playing, you've achieved the (text-size:1.22)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''"Demoness ending"''], final height: (text-colour:orange)[''(print: $height) cm''].
(link: "Try for another ending?")[(reload:)]You continue moving your hips with every fiber of your beign as you hold your self up with your arms and legs against the now colossal tip of her dick. You also feel yourself being lifted higher and higher into the air by her growing dick, becoming longer and thicker every second, untill you finnaly climax and start cumming into her.
As you do so, she starts moaning as if she's about to cum too, her balls rapidly pulsing larger and larger with each passing moment. But, since you plugged her dick with yours, this causes all that pent-up energy that she was about to release to bounce back to her, having unforseen consequences.
She lies sprawled on the living room floor, gasping for breath, the remnants of pleasure and energy still thrumming through her veins. But before she can recover, a familiar, tingling warmth begins spreading through her muscles, stronger than ever. Her body tenses, her eyes widening as she realizes what’s happening.
(text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Oh, fuck, not this shit again…”''] she mutters, but the sensation overtakes her, she starts to tremble as her body starts expanding, pushing against the walls and furniture around her as she grows. Her legs stretch out further than ever before, thigh muscles thickening and lengthening as they press against the coffee table, knocking it over with a resounding crash. (text-size:1.20)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Damn it!”''] she hisses, feeling the surge build even more intensely.
Her arms spread wider, biceps and shoulders swelling as they push into the nearby TV counter, sending books and decorations tumbling to the floor. She clenches her fists, her voice filled with a mix of frustration and astonishment. (text-size:1.20)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“What the hell... I’m taking up the whole fucking room!”''] (set: $height to $height + 100)
Her torso presses upward, and the fabric of her clothes strains, then gives way with a sharp tear, exposing the colossal, growing breasts beneath. She lets out an exasperated groan, glancing down at the shredded remnants. (text-size:1.20)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Of course..... Just fucking perfect!”''] Her chest heaves, rising with each labored breath as she continues to sprawl across the floor, her frame expanding outward, filling every available bit of space.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[As her growth finally slows, she takes a deep breath, her massive form lying amidst the scattered furniture and torn fabric.->Ending (Huge futa 3)]]In the days that follow her final growth, life finds a new rhythm. She’s grown comfortable in her role as the one in charge, carrying a confidence that lights up her face every time she catches you looking up at her in awe. With each day, her presence seems to fill the house a bit more, her voice carrying through rooms, her laughter deep and resonant, and every movement a reminder of her strength.
But despite how much she’s adapted, there are moments that test her, small inconveniences that bring out her determination in funny, often unexpected ways.
One morning, you watch from the doorway as she stands in the kitchen, trying to pour herself a mug of coffee. With hands as large as hers, even the sturdy ceramic mug looks tiny, and when she attempts to lift it, her fingers nearly crush it. She huffs in frustration, carefully adjusting her grip and muttering, (text-size:1.20)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“They don’t make these things for hands like mine, do they?”''] But after a few amusingly awkward attempts, she manages, holding it delicately, clearly pleased with herself.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[You've also been woken up in the stranges of ways. ->Ending (Huge futa 4)]]The smirk fades from her face, her expression darkening instantly as her eyes narrow, a glint of dangerous anger flashing. Without a word, she slams her fist down onto the counter beside her, the wood splintering under her strength. The sound echoes through the room, and for a moment, the intensity in her gaze makes your stomach twist.
But then, something shifts. She lets out a low chuckle, her anger melting into an unsettling calm as she regards you with amusement. (text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Really?”''] she murmurs, a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. (text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that. The idea of you fighting back… well, it’s almost cute.”''](set:$height to $height + 5)
She steps forward, her gaze sharp and predatory, her confidence visibly growing as she towers over you. And then, you notice it—a subtle but undeniable shift. She seems to swell just slightly, her frame growing taller by a few centimeters, making her even more imposing. Her eyes glint with satisfaction as she takes in your reaction to the change.
(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“See, I don’t need to punish you,”''] she says, her voice soft but laced with condescension. (text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Watching your tiny ass getting comparatively tinier by the day is punishing enough.”''] She leans in, her face so close you can feel the warmth of her breath. She purrs, a smirk playing on her lips. (text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Keep testing me, and maybe I’ll grow just a little bit more.”'']
(set:$demoness1 to true)
With a final, pointed look, she steps back, clearly pleased with the power she holds over you, her amusement lingering as she waits to see how you respond.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["I'll be more mindful from now on dear!"->Fourth night dom]](text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''"Hmmm, someone is still full of energy."''] - she mutters as the inital shock and anger from my response transform into a mischievous grin. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''"I'm willing to let your little trasgression slide.......this time, but you are going to do another round with me, and now..... I'm not fucking holding back!"'']
As she finishes the sentence, her large hand clamps down on your mouth, making you unable to respond. At the same time she restrains both of your wrists with her other hand and and starts resting her full weight full on your body, making you sink deep into the bed.
She starts riding you with her full strenght and weight increasing the pace gradually, the bed creeking under the large strain. With each bounce of her enlarged body, you feel your pelvis growing more and more numb from the pain.
You are unable to hide it, your face showing a panicked and strained look as your eyes widen in horror. She quickly takes notice: (text-size:1.3)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''"Come on shithead!!! Talk back now!!! Let me fucking hear you!!!!! Hahahahahahahahaha, ohhhh this is so fucking hot!"''] - clearly pleased with the situation, she turns into an animal, increasing the intensity of her movement while strengthening the grip on your wrists and mouth, leaving them bruised along with your poor pelvis. After she is done, you are left laying in bed, unable to move, unable to speak, barely able to think. No permanent damage has been done, well except your ego. As you finally relax, you steal a glance at her, noticing that she seems slightly bigger than when she was straddling you a moment ago. (set: $height to $height + 5) (set:$demoness2 to true)
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[You fall a sleep terrified what the morning will bring.->Dominatrix morning]]In the shower’s warm mist, you wrap your arms around her from behind, feeling the steady rhythm of her breathing as water cascades over both of you. She sighs contentedly, leaning back slightly, her damp hair brushing against your forehead. But as she relaxes, something shifts—the familiar sensation of her body gently expanding against yours.
As you hold her, her body suddenly begins to shift, growing taller and fuller in your embrace. You feel her back pressing higher against your chest, her shoulders lifting further away from your arms. Slowly, her frame expands upward, her head approaching the top of the shower. Water flows down her stretching form, now cascading down from her broader shoulders in rivulets. Her arms gradually grow broader and longer under your grip, her muscles subtly stretching and filling out as she gains those extra centimeters.
Your gaze drifts down to her feet as they start to push forward along the floor of the shower. Her toes extend farther and farther beyond yours, each growth spurt making her feet larger and larger as they dwarf yours entirely. Her legs, strong and elegant, grow longer as she stands even higher above you, the shower stall now feeling almost comically small for her expanding form. (set:$height to $height +20)
She chuckles, a rich, delighted sound as she tilts her head forward to avoid hitting the ceiling. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#2f9e44)[''“I’m not even trying… and I’m practically taking over this whole shower,”''] she murmurs, half-amused, half in awe of her own transformation.
You tighten your arms around her waist, fully aware of how small you feel in her presence now. But as you press closer, your admiration only grows. “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” you say, your voice full of genuine admiration. “Seeing you become… everything you’re meant to be—it’s incredible.”
She glances back over her shoulder, her eyes softening as she takes in your words. Then, with a warm smile, she turns fully around to face you, bending to meet you as her large hands cradle your face. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#2f9e44)[''“Thank you,”''] she whispers, her voice low and affectionate. Her lips meet yours, the kiss full of both tenderness and newfound strength, her towering form embracing you entirely in the intimate space
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(link: "Try for another ending?")[(reload:)]The living room was a cozy mess of family life—blankets sprawled on the couch, half-empty snack bowls on the coffee table, and two pairs of tiny heads leaned against me. The kids were enthralled by The Lion King, their eyes glued to the screen as the iconic scene of Simba’s presentation began.
For a moment, I felt like the ultimate dad. It was one of those rare, perfect family moments that felt like it belonged in a movie itself.
I was just as immersed, smiling at their reactions, completely oblivious to the presence creeping up behind me.
Before I could register what was happening, two strong hands clamped around my armpits from behind. In one swift motion, I was lifted clean off the couch, my legs flailing comically in the air.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[“What the—?!”->Playful ext 1]]The walk to the school felt routine, but I knew better than to expect a normal meeting. As my wife walked confidently beside me, her towering height and commanding presence exuded an effortless power. The sunlight glinted off her broad shoulders, her stride long and unbothered. Her amused smirk told me she was looking forward to this meeting far more than I was.
I chuckled nervously. “Just... try to keep it low-key, alright?”
(text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#9c36b5)[''“Oh, absolutely,”''] she replied, her tone laced with playful mischief. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#9c36b5)[''“I’m dying to see this Mrs. Hartley who thinks you’ve been spinning tall tales about me.”'']
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["Don't give her a heart attack......., honey."->Meeting]]The teacher didn’t answer. She just stared, her wide eyes flicking from my wife’s head to her shoulders and then down to her strong arms, which were crossed casually as she leaned slightly into the room.
My wife broke the silence first, her voice warm and amused. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#9c36b5)[''“It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Hartley. I hear you’ve been curious about me.”'']
Mrs. Hartley squeaked..... Actually squeaked......
I glanced up at my wife, smiling. “Another one bites the dust,” I muttered under my breath.
She bit back a laugh but didn’t miss a beat. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#9c36b5)[''“What was that, I didn't hear you?”''] she whispered, nudging me playfully.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[After what felt like an eternity,->Meeting 2]]Mrs. Hartley finally managed to compose herself. She stood up a little too quickly, nearly knocking over her chair. (text-colour:#f03e3e)[“I—uh—...., it’s, um....., an honor to meet you,”] she stammered, her voice an octave higher than usual.
(text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#9c36b5)[''“The honor’s all mine,”''] my wife replied smoothly, her tone light but dripping with amusement.
Mrs. Hartley gestured toward the two chairs in front of her desk, but as her gaze landed on them, she realized immediately that they wouldn’t accommodate my wife. “Oh! Um… would you prefer to stand?”
(text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#9c36b5)[''“Standing’s fine.”'']
For the next few minutes, the meeting went... surprisingly well. Mrs. Hartley, however, barely glanced in my direction. Her focus was entirely on my wife, her tone reverent and slightly apologetic, as if she were speaking to royalty.
I sat there, silently amused as she answered the teacher’s questions with charm and humor, effortlessly dispelling any concerns Mrs. Hartley had about Jack’s creative writing.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Afterwards....->On the way out]]As we walked out of the building, my wife glanced down at me, her smile returning.
(text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#9c36b5)[''“Lifting Dad like Simba, huh?”''] she said, her voice full of mischief.
I groaned, running a hand through my hair. “Yeah, yeah. You got me.”
She laughed, the sound rich and warm, and I couldn’t help but join her. We headed home together, our son's writing vindicated, and Mrs. Hartley left with a story she’d probably never forget.
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(link: "Try for another ending?")[(reload:)]After one week, you find yourself sitting in a classroom, the small desk in front of you clearly meant for kids. Across from you sat (text-colour:#f03e3e)[Mrs. Hartley], your son's literature teacher, a stern-looking woman with glasses perched on the tip of her nose and a clipboard resting in front of her.
She handed you your son's latest assignment with a tight smile, and you couldn’t help but notice her fingers twitch slightly as you took it. (text-colour:#f03e3e)[“So.... this is… an interesting piece of work your son wrote”] she said, her voice laced with thinly veiled concern.
I glanced at the title: “When Mom Lifted Dad Like Simba.”
My lips twitched upward, a chuckle bubbling in my throat as I read the opening lines. He had described the scene with such vivid detail and comedic flair that it was hard not to relive the moment right there and then. But Mrs. Hartley’s pointed stare quickly sobered me.
She cleared her throat. (text-colour:#f03e3e)[“As you can see, it’s quite… unique.”]
“Yes,” I said, stifling another laugh as I scanned the part where my wife’s playful Rafiki-style lifting was described.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[“Unique is definitely one way to put it.”->Summoned 2]]Mrs. Hartley leaned forward, her expression serious. (text-colour:#f03e3e)[“You know, this isn’t the first time your son has written about this… dynamic.”] She adjusted her glasses and continued. (text-colour:#f03e3e)[“In fact, many of his previous assignments also involve his mother being, well, incredibly tall and… strong.”]
I raised an eyebrow, unsure where this was going. “Well, she is an incredibly tall and strong individual,” I said casually.
Mrs. Hartley pursed her lips. (text-colour:#f03e3e)[“I understand, but don’t you think this… fixation could be problematic for a boy his age?”]
The chuckle that escaped me this time was less controllable. “Problematic? Mrs. Hartley, have you ever seen my wife?”
She tilted her head, clearly unamused. (text-colour:#f03e3e)[“No, I have not.”]
“Well,” I began, running a hand through my hair as I tried to find the right words. “Let’s just say that she’s… unique herself. She’s over 2 meters (7 feet) tall and, uh, happens to be a professional bodybuilder.”
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Looks like Mrs. Hartley doesn't believe you......->Summoned 3]]Mrs. Hartley blinked. Once. Twice. Then her lips parted slightly as though she was trying to form a response, but no words came.
I leaned forward, placing the assignment back on the desk. “Look, I can assure you, my son is just writing what he knows. This isn’t some sort of obsession—it’s his reality. His mom is really like he describes her."
Mrs. Hartley didn’t seem convinced. Her gaze turned sharper, scrutinizing me as if I were somehow the source of all this. (text-colour:#f03e3e)[“I see. But perhaps… I should meet your wife to better understand his perspective.”]
Ah, there it was. The moment I’d been dreading.
I straightened up, offering a tight smile. “You’re sure about that? Because, uh… let’s just say that previous meetings with teachers haven’t gone so smoothly.”
Her expression didn’t waver.
I sighed, knowing I had no choice. “Alright. I’ll bring her by.”
I walked out of the school that day certain of two things:
* Mrs. Hartley wasn’t ready for what she was about to experience.
* My son would find this whole situation absolutely hilarious.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[I could already hear my wife's and my own laughter as I imagined our son reading his next assignment: “When Mom Scared My Literature Teacher.”->Walk to school]]I knocked on the classroom door, my wife towering just behind me. A polite but skeptical “Come in” echoed from inside.
I opened the door and stepped in, but as my wife followed, ducking to fit through the doorway, the room fell utterly silent. Mrs. Hartley, seated primly behind her desk, looked up—and froze.
Her eyes widened impossibly, her mouth slightly agape as she took in the sheer presence of my wife. The light from the window framed her towering frame like a scene out of a movie, her head almost brushing the ceiling, her broad shoulders and muscular build filling the doorway completely.
Mrs. Hartley’s face went pale, and for a moment, it seemed like she forgot how to breathe. She blinked rapidly, her clipboard slipping slightly in her hands.
“Mrs. Hartley,” I said, trying and failing to suppress a grin:
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[“This is my wife.”->Meeting 1]]I barely had time to register what was happening before my head lightly bumped against the ceiling, and there I was—dangling mid-air, arms flailing uselessly. My wife’s laughter rang out behind me, warm and unmistakably mischievous.
“Honey?! What—?” I managed to sputter, twisting my head around to see her grinning face.
(text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#9c36b5)[''“Behold!”''] she proclaimed, mimicking Rafiki’s voice with impressive accuracy. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#9c36b5)[''“It is the Circle of Life!”'']
I blinked, still suspended in her strong, steady grip, dangling helplessly as if I weighed nothing. She stood tall and proud, her arms fully extended as though I were Simba himself, her strength making it look effortless.
The kids couldn’t hold it together anymore. My son fell over on the couch, clutching his sides as laughter bubbled out uncontrollably. My daughter was practically in tears, pointing at me and shrieking, “Daddy’s Simba!”
Their joy was infectious. As ridiculous as it was, I couldn’t help but laugh too. Turning to face her, I crossed my arms in mock indignation. “You’re going to pay for that one,” I said with a grin.
Her eyebrows shot up. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#9c36b5)[''“Oh, really? What are you gonna do, short stuff?”''] she teased, leaning down slightly, while still holding me to emphasize the huge height difference between us.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[We both burst into laughter, the sound filling the room.->Playful ext 2]]She set me down gently, still chuckling, her towering figure leaning down again to plant a playful kiss on my cheek.
Sophie pointed at her mom. “Mommy, you should do it to us next!”
My wife chuckled, placing her hands on her hips. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#9c36b5)[''“I think that’s enough lifting for today,”''] she said, playfully flexing her arms. “Besides, I think Daddy needs a moment to recover.”
We all dissolved into laughter, the warmth of the moment wrapping around us like a blanket.
Later, as we settled back on the couch to finish the movie, my wife draped her arm around me, her strength and presence as comforting as ever. I leaned into her slightly, marveling at how, even after all these years, she could still surprise me—and still fill our home with so much joy and laughter.
This family is..... chaotic, loving, and full of surprises. And as I looked at my towering wife, her joy lighting up the room, I knew there was no place I’d rather be.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[But, as it is with kids, things can be a bit unpredictable sometimes.....->Summoned 1]]In a swift moment, you start running twoards the fridge, quickly taking all the frozen pizzas from it, while pretending to hide them.
Her jaw drops, and she glares at you. (text-colour:#339af0)[“Pizzas?! Are you serious right now?”]
“Serious? Absolutely,” you reply, grinning. “Think about it. You’re their worst nightmare—a walking apocalypse for pepperoni.”
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She narrows her eyes, though her lips quirk upward slightly. (text-colour:#339af0)[“You’re awful, you know that?”]
“Awful? Maybe. But at least I’m not the one responsible for a global cheese shortage,” you tease, dodging her as she lunges for you.
(text-colour:#339af0)[“Oh, you are so dead,”] she says, as she starts chasing you.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[That night, after she calmed down... ->Second night]]You step back, putting on your most serious expression as you look her up and down. Then, with a dramatic sigh, you shake your head.
“It’s finally happening,” you say solemnly.
She raises an eyebrow, her confusion laced with curiosity. (text-colour:#da77f2)[“What’s happening?”]
“You’re evolving into a Snorlex,” you declare, pointing at the scale. “First, you started napping all the time, now the extra weight and before you know it… boom!! Full transformation.”
(set: $playful to $playful + 1)
She blinks at you for a second before bursting into laughter. (text-colour:#da77f2)[“Seriously? That’s what you’re going with?”]
“Hey, I call it like I see it,” you say, grinning. “Next time I catch you napping, I’m tossing a Polka Ball at you.”
Still laughing, she shakes her head, her mock indignation barely concealing her amusement. (text-colour:#da77f2)[“You’re impossible.”]
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[That night...->Second night]]“Fat? Not a chance,” you say, stepping closer with a grin. “I think you’ve just upgraded to the premium model. All the best features, now with extra hugs.”
Her lips twitch as she is unsure weather she should be happy or angry at your remark. (text-colour:#40c057)[“Extra hugs, huh?”]
“Yeah,” you reply, gently resting your hands on her shoulders and pulling her into a warm and soft hug. “And honestly, I think I like this version even more. So no complaints here.”
She softens, rolling her eyes with a small laugh. (text-colour:#40c057)[“You’re such a smooth talker.”]
“Hey, I’m just being honest,” you say, squeezing her a tiny bit more. “And I’m pretty sure you know it.”
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Later, that night...->Second night]]
(set: $admiration to $admiration + 1)The next morning, you wake up to a strange silence. Blinking groggily, you turn over, expecting the usual rustle of sheets. Instead, you find her standing at the foot of the bed, her back to you, stretching luxuriously. The sunlight streaming through the window catches her frame, and you do a double take.
She turns slowly, her lips curving into the faintest smirk as she catches your wide-eyed look. Standing tall—taller than ever—now at (text-colour:orange)[''(print: $height) cm''], her presence is undeniable. Her posture is relaxed, but there’s an air of triumph about her, as though she’s savoring this quiet moment of realization on your part.
(text-colour:#339af0)[''"Morning."'']
She doesn’t elaborate, doesn’t need to. The subtle tilt of her head, the way her gaze sweeps over you with a mix of amusement and superiority—it all says enough. She steps closer, her bare feet thudding softly against the floor, and you can’t help but notice the way her shadow seems to completely engulf you now.
You sit up slowly, trying to shake off the lingering sleepiness. “Okay… ” you mutter, your voice slightly hoarse. “You’re looking… different today.”
Her smirk deepens, and she raises an eyebrow as though daring you to keep going. But instead of responding, she places her hand lightly on your shoulder. The sheer size of her hand—long fingers effortlessly spanning your upper arm—makes you acutely aware of how much she’s changed.
She doesn’t say another word. Just that amused, knowing smile, and a slight squeeze of your shoulder before she turns and strides toward the door.
As her bed heair slightly brushes the frame, she throws one last glance over her shoulder. The way her eyes glint tells you all you need to know:
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[She’s enjoying this. And she knows you’ve noticed.->Teasing 3 dismissive]]The night is unusually quiet as you drift into a light sleep, her steady breathing a constant comfort. But then something shifts. You stir slightly, feeling an odd warmth radiating from her, a heaviness that wasn’t there before. You open your eyes, still groggy, and notice something strange.
You stretch out a little, trying to shake off the fogginess of sleep, but then you see it. Her body, expanding beneath the sheets, the subtle increase in size almost imperceptible at first. Her legs, once comfortably nestled beside yours, now stretch farther down the bed, her feet gradually inching past yours. The mattress groans faintly under the weight of her growing form.
You let out a quiet sigh, still half-asleep, and absentmindedly run your hand down her side. As you do, you notice the firmness of her body—her muscles, while soft under your touch, feel stronger, more solid. She’s growing, and not by a small amount.
You give an exaggerated shrug, muttering under your breath.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[“Well, looks like someone’s getting a little too comfortable.” ->Third night dismissive 2]]The night feels unusually still as you stir slightly in your sleep, your arm resting lightly across her waist. She shifts next to you, her warmth radiating through the bed, and something stirs you awake.
You open your eyes, groggy at first, only to notice the faintest glow of moonlight catching her face. Her features, serene and peaceful in sleep, seem… different. Softer yet more pronounced, with an undeniable strength to them.
Then you see it—the almost imperceptible movement of her body growing, expanding beneath the sheets. Her feet, once snugly tucked above yours, now inch further and further below yours as her legs grow and exand. The mattress creaks gently under her increasing weight, her shoulders subtly broadening and filling out with new definition.
Your arm, still draped across her, rises slowly, as though carried by an unseen force. Her chest and boobs swell slightly with each deep, rhythmic breath, her body growing sturdier. As your hand instinctively brushes her side, you feel the firmness of her form—a powerful yet comforting presence taking shape before your eyes.
Her arm, which had been loosely draped over your waist, tightens gently, pulling you closer. You feel the size difference keenly now; her forearm alone feels broader, the muscles in it firmer, as if she’s unconsciously embracing her transformation alongside you.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[“You’re amazing,” you whisper, more to yourself than to her, your voice barely audible in the quiet room.->Third night supportive 2]]Later that day, she steps into the living room, her taller frame making her presence impossible to ignore. She pauses by the table, her confident posture softened by the playful glint in her eyes as she looks down at you.
Her lips curve into a mischievous smile: (text-colour:#40c057)[''"I have to ask, you didn't seem to mind that I grew bigger and stronger than you, what's the deal?"'']
You glance up from your seat, pretending to consider her question. "You know, come to think of it," you continue, leaning back against the couch, "you’ll be unbeatable at concerts now. Perfect view, no need to stand on tiptoes."
Her laugh is light but confident as she bites back at you. (text-colour:#40c057)[''"Is that so? And here I thought I’d just use my height to spot you in a crowd. You’re easy to lose down there."'']
"Fair," you admit, grinning. "But seriously, think of all the perks! You’ll never need a stepladder again, can probably reach the top shelf without even trying, and let’s not even get started on sports."
Her eyes narrow playfully, and she leans down slightly, her face level with yours, her voice dropping into a teasing lilt. (text-colour:#40c057)[''"Sounds like someone’s enjoying this just as much as I am."'']
You shrug, giving her a wink. "Hey, I’m just pointing out the benefits. And honestly, I can’t wait to see what else you’re capable of now."
She chuckles softly, her hand reaching out to gently brush your shoulder. (text-colour:#40c057)[''"Hmmm...., I might just have to show you."'']
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["Please do," you reply, matching her playful tone.->Teasing 4 supportive]]The quiet hum of the TV fills the living room as you scroll through your phone. From across the room, you hear her call out.
(text-colour:#da77f2)[“Hey, come here for a second,”] she says, her tone casual but a little too neutral.
You look up, noticing her standing near the bathroom scale she’s dragged into the living room. Her expression is unreadable, but she gestures toward the scale.
(text-colour:#da77f2)[“Step on this for me,”] she says, crossing her arms.
You hesitate, raising an eyebrow. “Uh… why?”
(text-colour:#da77f2)[“Just do it,”] she insists, her tone betraying nothing.
With a shrug, you stand and step onto the scale. After a small beep, the number pops up, exactly as expected. “Okay… looks about right,” you say, stepping off.
She peers at the number, then steps onto the scale herself. As it beeps again, her eyes widen slightly, her brows furrowing.
(text-colour:#da77f2)[“Hmm,”] she mutters, stepping off and back on again for good measure. She turns to you, looking both baffled and slightly annoyed. (text-colour:#da77f2)[“Okay, so it’s not broken. Somehow, I’m 7 kilos heavier than I was last time. Do you think… I’ve gotten fat?”]
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Make her angry ->Fat dismissive]]
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Reassure her ->Fat supportive]]
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Tease her ->Fat teasing]]As if in response, her growth seems to accelerate for a moment—her back expanding slightly, her feet pushing even further toward the edge of the bed until they dangle just over it. The bed creaks louder this time, but she remains undisturbed, her embrace still firm, still warm.
You shift closer, feeling dwarfed but comforted by her presence. Even as she grows larger, there’s a sense of connection, a mutual understanding that this transformation isn’t creating distance but drawing you closer together.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[The next morning....->The next morning supportive]]You try to turn away, but her arm, which had been loosely draped over your waist, tightens slightly, pulling you closer to her massive form. You’re beginning to feel dwarfed by her as her body expands with slow, deliberate growth.
Her chest and breast rise with each breath, swelling slightly as her body continues to stretch and expand. You can’t help but feel how much more massive she’s becoming, the sense of space shrinking as she grows taller and wider.
“This really wasn’t necessary,” you mutter. dismissiveness is masking something—she’s becoming something else entirely.
As if in protest of your comment, her body continues to grow, pushing the bed further and further out of proportion. Her feet, once resting at the end of the mattress, are now dangling off the edge. The bed creaks under her weight, but she sleeps soundly, completely unaware of your thoughts. It’s becoming clear that no matter how much you protest, she’s going to grow at her own pace, and you’ll have to deal with it.
Despite your words, there’s a strange sense of calm in the way she’s holding you—her massive form wrapping around you, providing warmth and security. You shake your head, a sigh escaping your lips. “I guess this is just how things are now, huh?” You lean into her, feeling her strength grow with each passing moment.
But still, the slight chuckle in your throat betrays you.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[“Not like I have much choice, do I?”->The next morning dismissive]]You wake up to the sound of her moving around the room. Her presence feels different somehow—bigger, more commanding. When you open your eyes, you’re greeted by the sight of her standing near the window, her silhouette bathed in soft morning light. She turns, catching your gaze, and a warm smile spreads across her face.
(text-colour:#40c057)[''“Good morning, sleepyhead,”''] she says, her voice carrying a deeper, more confident tone.
Before you can respond, she strides over to you, her movements graceful but carrying an unmistakable weight. Her height is undeniable now, as she stops directly in front of you, her towering frame making the bed feel even smaller.
Her hand moves to the wall behind you, her big palm pressing against it with enough strength to make it creak slightly. The shift brings her closer, her boobs, now visibly larger brushing against your face, and you instinctively lean back into the pillows, caught off guard.
(text-colour:#40c057)[''“What’s the matter?”''] she teases, her lips curling into a playful smirk. (text-colour:#40c057)[''“You’re always so confident with those jokes… but now you’re quiet?”'']
You stammer slightly, your cheeks heating up as you try to form a response. Her laughter fills the room, warm and rich, as she pulls back just enough to meet your eyes again.
(text-colour:#40c057)[''“Relax,”''] she says softly, her tone more sincere now. (text-colour:#40c057)[''“I just wanted to thank you. For supporting me, for believing in me—even when I didn’t. I feel stronger, happier, more… me, and that’s because of you.”'']
Her gaze softens, and she brushes a strand of hair away from your face, her fingers lingering for a moment. (text-colour:#40c057)[''“You’ve always been my biggest fan, and I hope you know I’ll always have your back, too.”'']
Still a little flustered, you manage a small laugh. “Well, with how big you’re getting, having my back will be easy. You’ll probably end up carrying me soon.”
She grins, her confidence shining through. (text-colour:#40c057)[''“Careful what you wish for, love. I just might.”'']
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[As she pulls you into a hug, her strength is apparent in the way she effortlessly envelops you, her embrace warm and protective.->Teasing 3 supportive]]
Later that day, she steps into the living room, her taller frame making her presence impossible to ignore. She pauses by the table, her posture confident yet slightly tense as her eyes glance down at you. Her lips twitch into a smirk, but there’s a flicker of unease in her expression, barely masked.
(text-colour:#339af0)[''"You know, I thought I’d get at least one compliment this morning,"''] she says, crossing her arms and tilting her head slightly. (text-colour:#339af0)[''"But I guess that was wishful thinking."'']
You glance up at her, unable to resist the urge to tease. "A compliment? Sure. You’re certainly taking the ‘looming over me’ thing seriously." You gesture vaguely toward her. "Next step? Maybe don’t block the light so much."
She lets out a dry laugh, but the way her arms tighten against her sides suggests the comment hit a nerve. (text-colour:#339af0)[''"Glad to know my progress is so appreciated."'']
You shrug casually, swinging your legs over the side of the sofa. "Hey, I appreciate it. You’re definitely harder to miss now, that’s for sure." You flash her a grin, your tone playful but tinged with that dismissive edge she’s starting to pick up on.
She narrows her eyes slightly, taking a step closer, her height now making her proximity feel slightly more intimidating. (text-colour:#339af0)[''"Careful,"''] she says lightly, though there’s an edge of challenge in her tone. (text-colour:#339af0)[''"If you keep teasing me like this, I might start thinking you’re jealous."'']
"Jealous? Me? Nah," you reply, leaning back on your hands. "I’m just trying to figure out if you’re planning to outgrow the house or just the doorframes."
Her gaze sharpens, and for a moment, she looks like she might fire back something cutting, but instead, she exhales slowly, her lips curving into a faint smirk. (text-colour:#339af0)[''"You know, it’s funny,"''] she murmurs, her tone quieter but still carrying that note of determination. (text-colour:#339af0)[''"You act like it’s no big deal, but I think you’re starting to notice."'']
You raise an eyebrow. "Notice what?"
(text-colour:#339af0)[''"That I’m not stopping anytime soon,"''] she replies smoothly, her voice gaining a hint of amusement.
You chuckle softly, though the slight intensity in her gaze leaves you momentarily unsure whether she’s joking or entirely serious. Her confidence, though restrained, is palpable.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["She's probably joking…right?"->Teasing 4 dismissive]]Once again, you find her standing in front of the mirror in the living room, admiring her reflection. She turns to you, with a slight smile: (text-colour:#40c057)[''"You know, I think I’m finally starting to get used to this height. Feels pretty good, actually."'']
You glance up at her, your grin widening. "Well, I hope you’re ready for all the looks you’re going to get now." (set: $admiration to $admiration + 1)
She laughs, brushing a strand of hair back. (text-colour:#40c057)[''"Hmmm? Oh, you mean like when I do things like this?"''] She strides over to you, leaning down just enough to rest her chin on the top of your headr. (text-colour:#40c057)[''"Guess you’re my built-in headrest now."'']
You roll your eyes with a chuckle. "And here I thought I was your boyfriend. But sure, headrest works too."
She smirks, her eyes glinting with playful mischief. (text-colour:#40c057)[''"You know what else? I think I can lift the sofa now!"'']
(if: $goddessChosen)[(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["If anyone can do it, it’s my own unstoppable, sofa-lifting goddess."->Goddess]]]
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["Sure, go ahead, Hercules. Just don’t hurt yourself trying to show off!"->Playful teasing]]
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Alright, let’s see that strength in action. You’ve earned the chance to impress."->Playful admiration]]
She strides confidently towards you, her hands resting on her hips as she looks at you with a glint of determination in her eyes. (text-colour:#339af0)[''“I think I could probably lift that sofa now,”''] she declares, her voice brimming with confidence.
You glance up at her from the couch, raising an eyebrow. (text-colour:#339af0)[''“What? Don’t believe me?”''] she asks, her tone turning playful but with an unmistakable edge.(set: $dismissivness to $dismissivness + 1)
(if: $domChosen)[(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["Hahahahahahahah, oh, please. You didnt' even budge it the last time. Maybe when you’re done pretending to be strong, I’ll come over and show you how it’s really done."->Dominatrix]]]
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["Right, and after you lift it, maybe you’ll try lifting a car? Let’s keep our expectations realistic here."->Mild defensiveness]]
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["Well, if you’re feeling that strong, go ahead. But if it doesn’t move, you’d better prepare yourself for the teasing of a lifetime."->Playful teasing]]You barely finish your sentence before she steps closer, her grin turning sly. (text-colour:#9c36b5)[''“Oh, you want a lift? Don’t mind if I do.”'']
Before you can react, her hands are on your waist, and with an effortless motion, she scoops you right off the couch as if you weigh nothing. Your legs dangle helplessly, and your immediate response is a mix of laughter and protest.
“Wait, wait—what are you doing?” you exclaim, your hands instinctively reaching for her shoulders to steady yourself.
She tilts her head, feigning innocence as she holds you at arm’s length, inspecting you like a trophy. (text-colour:#9c36b5)[''“Testing that strength, just like you asked. You said it yourself—cheerleaders get tossed in the air, right?”'']
You shake your head frantically, laughing despite yourself. “I was joking! Joking!”
Her laughter joins yours, her strong arms barely flinching under your weight. (text-colour:#9c36b5)[''“Well, I’m not. But don’t worry—I wouldn’t actually toss you. Not yet, anyway.”''] She winks, and you feel a faint sense of relief until she shifts her grip, hoisting you higher. (set: $playful to $playful + 1)
Then it happens. Her body seems to stretch ever so slightly, her shoulders rising just a touch higher as you’re lifted further off the ground. Her already broad frame subtly expands, her fingers adjusting their hold on your waist as they lengthen. The change is small but unmistakable, and you feel the shift as her hands cradle you even more securely than before. (set: $height to $height + 3)
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[“Are you—” you start, blinking as you look down at her, realizing that the height difference between you two is becoming even more pronounced.->Lift-off 2]]She grins up at you, clearly noticing it too. (text-colour:#9c36b5)[''“Oh, what’s wrong? Did your big girlfriend scare you, little man?”'']
Her teasing tone makes it impossible not to laugh, even as her arms now feel even stronger, lifting you higher with ease. Now you’re at her eye level, staring into her amused expression, and for a moment, you swear she looks just a little more confident, a little more commanding than before.
“You know,” you manage, smirking despite your predicament, “you’re getting way too good at this.”
She raises an eyebrow, her smirk widening. (text-colour:#9c36b5)[''“Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet. But I’ve got to admit, this is fun. I could get used to carrying you around like this.”'']
Her growth finally seems to settle as she lowers you back down, setting you gently on the couch, though the teasing glint in her eyes doesn’t fade. (text-colour:#9c36b5)[''“So, any more requests, or have I officially proven my point?”'']
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[“Fine, you’ve made your point. I’m impressed, okay? But next time, a little warning, maybe?”->Fourth night]]Her eyebrows arch, clearly intrigued, and a pleased smile spreads across her face. (text-colour:#fcc419)[''“A massage, huh? Now that’s an idea I can get behind.”''] She steps back and lowers herself onto the couch with effortless grace, stretching one long, powerful leg out and propping her foot onto your lap.
Her foot is imposing, the sheer size of it almost comical compared to your hands, but the sight only fuels your devotion. You gently cradle it in your hands, her toes resting lightly against your forearms as you begin to knead the arch.
(set:$massage to true)
She lets out a soft, pleased hum, leaning back against the couch with her arms draped casually over the armrests. (text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Mmm, not bad,”''] she murmurs, her voice low and velvety. (text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Careful though—I might get used to this kind of treatment.”'']
As you work, your fingers sinking into her firm yet supple sole, you feel the shift of her growing. At first, it’s almost imperceptible—her foot pressing slightly more into your hands. Then, it becomes undeniable as her heel pushes further against your palm, and her toes seem to stretch longer against your arms.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[“Uh… are you—”->Foot massage 1]]Her smirk deepens, her eyes sparkling with amusement. (text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Oh, you’re good, but maybe too good,”''] she teases.
The weight of her leg resting on your thigh increases noticeably, making you adjust your posture to compensate. Her foot now spans wider in your hands, her arches pressing more firmly into your palms. You can’t help but marvel as her growth continues—her heel edging closer to your lap, her toes extending further upwards toward your chest.
She wiggles her toes playfully, her leg shifting slightly as the added size and weight test the limits of your balance. (text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Hmm, feels like your devotion has some interesting side effects,”''] she purrs, her tone dripping with satisfaction.
You smile, your hands continuing their work despite the growing challenge. “Guess that’s my reward for serving such an incredible goddess.”
Her laugh is rich and warm, filling the room with its resonance. She flexes her foot slightly, making you grip it tighter to keep control. (text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Careful now,”''] she says with a smirk. (text-colour:#fcc419)[''“If I get any bigger, you might have to put in a bit more effort to keep up.”'']
By the time the massage ends, her foot is noticeably larger and heavier, taking up more space in your lap. She pulls her leg back, stretching it out in front of her and admiring the results. (text-colour:#fcc419)[''“You’ve outdone yourself,”''] she says, her voice softer now but filled with genuine gratitude.
She leans forward, placing a finger under your chin and tilting your head up to meet her gaze. (text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Keep this up,”''] she murmurs, her tone equal parts playful and commanding, (text-colour:#fcc419)[''“and maybe I’ll let you reward you with an experience you won't ever forget”'']
Her hand lingers for a moment before she leans back, her eyes sparkling as she observes the subtle shifts in your expression, clearly reveling in the effect she has on you.(set: $height to $height + 4)
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[“Happy to serve.”->Fourth night godess]]She freezes mid-motion, her hand still resting on the edge of the sofa. Her eyes widen slightly as she processes your comment, and then, slowly, a smirk spreads across her face.
(text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#ae3ec9)[''"Kids?"''] she repeats, her tone laced with playful incredulity. She straightens up to her full height, towering over you as her grin turns mischievous. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#ae3ec9)[''"Oh, I see how it is. You’re already thinking ahead. But tell me, short king, have you even earned the right to talk about kids yet?"'']
Her voice drops into a faux regal tone, and she crosses her arms, looking at you with mock authority. You can’t help but chuckle, recognizing the playful jab but feeling the weight of her words beneath the humor. (set: $kids to true)
“Earned the right?” you ask, raising an eyebrow, leaning casually on the armrest of the sofa. “Care to explain what that entails?”
She takes a step closer, gesturing grandly with one arm as if addressing a royal court. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#ae3ec9)[''"Oh, it’s simple. First, you must bend the knee."''] she teases, dropping her voice dramatically.
You roll your eyes, laughing despite yourself. “Game of Thrones now? Really?”
(text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#ae3ec9)[''"Absolutely! If I’m going to be the strong, tall queen of this family one day,"''] she says, taking another step closer, her gaze now fixed on you with a mix of amusement and challenge, (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#ae3ec9)[''"then you, my ‘short king,’ bend the knee and gift me a ring!"'']
She strikes a dramatic pose, one hand on her hip and the other extended toward you as if she’s waiting for a knightly vow.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[“Alright, alright. You win, your majesty."->New heels]]Her assertiveness never fades, but the moments between you take on a warmth, an understanding. She has become a goddess beyond measure, yet each evening, she keeps you close, her massive form settling beside you, her hand wrapping around you like a protective shield.
In her realm, she is limitless, towering above all else. But in these quiet moments, as she holds you with a tenderness only you are privy to, the bond between you remains as powerful as ever.
Thank you for playing, you've achieved the [(text-size:2)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''"Giantess goddess ending"'']], final height: (text-colour:orange)[''40 meters'']
(link: "Try for another ending?")[(reload:)]As she’s leading a virtual team meeting, her "goddess" side starts to slip through, due to her fatigue. She listens intently as one of her coworkers begins presenting, her arms crossed, eyes narrowed in intense concentration. After a moment, she interjects, her voice tinged with unmistakable authority. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“No,”''] she says, pausing dramatically, (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“we will not proceed with this proposal. A better solution is needed. Surely, you can all see that?"''] ......a short silence ensues..... (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''"This is what I get for working with mortals…”'']
There’s another pause before her eyes widen in horror, realizing she said it aloud.
She scrambles, laughing a bit too brightly. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Ah! What I meant was, um mortages, yes, the housing market has been quite tricky lately! You know how it is,”''] she says, her forced smile bordering on manic. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Anyway, moving on!”'']
When she finally ends the call, she catches your raised eyebrows and lets out an exasperated sigh. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Alright, alright,”''] she mutters. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“You may laugh… just this once.”'']
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Despite these little challenges, ->Ending SHG 2]]The two of you settle into an unexpectedly harmonious life. The world outside might be unfit for a goddess, but together you create a space where she feels both cherished and free to be her true self.
In the evenings, you often find yourselves sharing quiet moments on the couch. She leans back, taking up nearly twice the space she used to, and you nestle beside her, her arm around your shoulders like a warm, steady anchor. There’s an ease between you that speaks of something deeper than titles or size; it’s a partnership rooted in trust and understanding, the kind of companionship that makes every day feel just a little extraordinary.
And in these moments, you realize that being with a goddess isn’t about grand gestures or awe-inspiring power. It’s about the small, daily moments—the gentle laughter, the shared glances, the teasing exchanges that only the two of you understand. It’s a quiet, deeply felt happiness, one that, you suspect, will last a lifetime.
(if:$massage is false)[Thank you for playing, you've reached the (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''"Stay-at-home godess ending"''], final height: (text-colour:orange)[''(print: $height) cm'']
(link: "Try for another ending?")[(reload:)]]
(if:$massage is true)[(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[However, after a couple of days, she's working from home longer than usual and then suddenly......->SHG ext]]]Moments later, you hear the familiar sound of her footsteps, each one a soft tremor that reverberates through the floor. Her, now (text-colour:orange)[''10 meter''] tall figure fills the doorway, her head brushing the top of the door frame. Her gaze sweeps the room before landing on the throne, though she pretends not to notice you perched atop it.
(text-size:1.25)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Hmm,”''] she muses aloud, striding in with an exaggerated air of nonchalance. (text-size:1.25)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“I'm soo tired, I want to sit down”'']
Your eyes widen as she moves closer, her towering frame casting a shadow over you. “Uh, hey! I’m here, you know!” you call out, waving your arms.
She doesn’t respond, her lips curling into a sly smile as she turns her back to you, her figure eclipsing your view. (text-size:1.25)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Time to relax on my throne,”''] she says, feigning ignorance as she slowly lowers herself toward the throne.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[“Wait! You’re teasing me, right?!” you exclaim, a nervous laugh escaping you.->Giantess goddess 4]]But her descent continues, her enormous rear approaching with deliberate slowness. The cushion dips beneath her weight as she carefully sits down, her body enveloping you in shadow. At first, there’s just the slightest pressure as the plush fabric compresses around you, but then you feel the full weight of her settling down.
“Hey! You’re really doing it!” you manage to shout, your voice muffled against her.
She hums thoughtfully, the vibration resonating through the cushion. (text-size:1.25)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Oh? Did I hear something?”''] she teases, finally glancing over her shoulder, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
The sheer pleasure from teasing you with her size causes a tremor. Her body begins to shift, expanding above you as her growth takes hold. The cushion beneath you compresses more, the throne creaking under her increasing size. Her hips widen, pressing more firmly against you as her growth accelerates.
Her legs stretch out, lengthening as her feet slide farther across the floor, their sheer size dwarfing anything nearby. The armrests of the throne seem to shrink in comparison as her torso and arms elongate, her back rising higher and higher.
The pressure increases, her now-larger body filling the throne completely, squeezing you more tightly beneath her increasing weight. Her thighs thicken and broaden, their overwhelming size forcing you to start exhaling air from your lungs. You gasp, pinned but still able to breathe, the sensation a mix of awe and panic.
(text-size:1.37)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Oops,”''] she murmurs, her voice richer and deeper now, reverberating through the space as she glances down at you. (text-size:1.37)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Looks like I might have overdone it.”'']
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[“You just might have....I almost died!"->Giantess goddess 5]]You and your girlfriend are locked in a playful flirting duel. First to reach 50 arousal points loses! Choose your attack: (set: $playerAttacks to (a: "Wink playfully", "Compliment her beauty", "Tease her lovingly"))
(set: $girlfriendAttack1 to "She winks at you seductively.")
(set: $girlfriendAttack2 to "She leans in close, whispering in your ear.")
(set: $girlfriendAttack3 to "She gives you a teasing smirk and flexes her biceps.")
(set: $girlfriendDamage1 to (random: 5, 5))
(set: $girlfriendDamage2 to (random: 5, 10))
(set: $girlfriendDamage3 to (random: 7, 12))
[[Wink playfully->PlayerAttack1]]
[[Compliment her beauty->PlayerAttack2]]
[[Tease her lovingly->PlayerAttack3]](set: _damage to (random: 5, 10))
(set: $girlfriendArousal to $girlfriendArousal + _damage)
You use Wink playfully! It raises her arousal by _damage points.
Her total arausal is (print: $girlfriendArousal) points.
(if: $girlfriendArousal >= 50)[(redirect:"GameOver")]
(else:)[[Her turn->GirlfriendTurn]](set: _damage to (random: 8, 12))
(set: $girlfriendArousal to $girlfriendArousal + _damage)
You use Compliment her beauty! It raises her arousal by _damage points.
Her total arausal is (print: $girlfriendArousal) points.
(if: $girlfriendArousal >= 50)[(redirect:"GameOver")]
(else:)[[Her turn->GirlfriendTurn]]
(set: _damage to (random: 6, 10))
(set: $girlfriendArousal to $girlfriendArousal + _damage)
You use Tease her lovingly! It raises her arousal by _damage points.
Her total arausal is (print: $girlfriendArousal) points.
(if: $girlfriendArousal >= 50)[(redirect:"GameOver")]
(else:)[[Her turn->GirlfriendTurn]](set: $attackChoice to (random: 1, 3)) <!-- Randomly choose an attack -->
<!-- Assign the chosen attack and damage based on the random choice -->
(if: $attackChoice is 1)[(set: $girlfriendAttack to $girlfriendAttack1)(set: $damageDealt to $girlfriendDamage1)
(set: $playerArousal to $playerArousal + $girlfriendDamage1)](else-if: $attackChoice is 2)[(set: $girlfriendAttack to $girlfriendAttack2)
(set: $damageDealt to $girlfriendDamage2)(set: $playerArousal to $playerArousal + $girlfriendDamage2)](else:)[(set: $girlfriendAttack to $girlfriendAttack3) (set: $damageDealt to $girlfriendDamage3)(set: $playerArousal to $playerArousal + $girlfriendDamage3)]
You feel your face heat up as "$girlfriendAttack"
The attack increases your arousal by ($damageDealt) points, bringing your total to (print:$playerArousal).
(if: $playerArousal >= 50)[(redirect:"GameOver")]
[[Wink playfully->PlayerAttack1]]
[[Compliment her beauty->PlayerAttack2]]
[[Tease her lovingly->PlayerAttack3]]
(if: $playerArousal >= 50)[You lose! You couldn't keep your composure. Try again? [[Restart->Test]]]
(if: $girlfriendArousal >= 50)[You win! She's blushing furiously. Try again? [[Restart->Test]]]
(set: $playerArousal to 0)
(set: $girlfriendArousal to 0)
(set: $gameOver to false)
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")[[Start foreplay->CombatStart]]1) Plant?
3) Stolen serum (hourglass hooker)
4) Gloomy girlfriend
Attention-Seeker/Influencer Story Branch
Premise: Realizing that her extraordinary height makes her stand out, she decides to lean into it, exploring life as an influencer who openly embraces her unique look. This story branch would highlight her confidence, enjoyment of public attention, and willingness to share her journey with a larger audience.
Plot Outline:
Starting Point: She begins to post photos and videos on social media, showcasing her height with a playful, attention-grabbing style. Her posts quickly go viral, and she gains a following of people who admire her transformation and presence.
Story Beats:
Adjusting to the Fame: At first, she’s thrilled with the attention, enjoying comments and fan messages that celebrate her uniqueness. But as her following grows, she starts feeling some of the pressures of being in the spotlight, facing questions, misconceptions, or even criticism.
Self-Discovery and Boundaries: While she enjoys the public admiration, she also realizes the importance of balancing attention with privacy and personal identity. The experience helps her discover more about what she values beyond her appearance.
Resolution: This path could end with her finding a balance that feels right, whether that’s maintaining her online presence or choosing to scale back and focus on herself and her relationship. Either way, she gains a deeper understanding of how her height affects her public persona versus her private life.
Protective Route
Premise: Embracing her size as a strength, she becomes increasingly protective of her partner and loved ones, using her height to shield, support, and stand up for them. This path would emphasize her nurturing side, adding complexity by showing how she views her physical capabilities as a means to care for others.
Plot Outline:
Starting Point: This path could begin with a scenario where she steps in to defend or support her partner, using her height to provide physical reassurance or protection. For example, she might offer her partner a comforting, towering presence in a crowded space or instinctively shield them from danger.
Story Beats:
Protective Gestures: Her partner notices small but meaningful ways she uses her height to “watch over” them, such as guiding them through crowds, lifting heavy objects, or offering hugs that feel safe and enveloping. She starts to enjoy the feeling of providing protection.
Exploring Boundaries: Her protectiveness might occasionally feel overbearing to others, so she learns to balance her instincts with respecting their independence. For instance, she might get defensive when she feels her partner is threatened, even if it’s unnecessary.
Climactic Moment: A situation arises where she has to truly step up—perhaps in a real emergency or when someone tries to undermine her partner’s confidence. She stands tall, quite literally, and asserts her place as a defender with both strength and grace.
Resolution: She grows into a protector role with balance, using her strength for good while respecting others’ space. Her partner sees her not only as a powerful figure but also as a steadfast, caring presence, solidifying their bond.Height Concerns – A Vulnerable Conversation
Outline: After noticing some of the challenges her height brings, she shares her insecurities with her partner. This conversation is intimate and honest, giving her a chance to show vulnerability. She may worry that her new height is drawing too much attention, making her feel self-conscious in public or even slightly disconnected from the people around her.
Scene Elements:
Setting: This could happen in a quiet moment at home, perhaps after a challenging experience, like a family gathering or an outing where her height drew stares.
Dialogue Cues: She expresses her concerns, such as, “Sometimes, I feel like a stranger in my own skin,” or “I love what I’ve become, but it feels like people only see my height now.”
Partner Response: Her partner offers reassurance, perhaps reminding her that she’s still herself at her core, and that people’s admiration is a testament to how impressive she is. This response could make her feel seen and appreciated beyond just her physical transformation.
2. Identity as a Tall Woman – A Realization Moment
Outline: In a scene where she catches a glimpse of herself in a mirror or a photo, she realizes that her height has become an essential part of who she is, both physically and emotionally. This could be a moment of quiet pride or awe, as she acknowledges how far she’s come and embraces her new identity with confidence.
Scene Elements:
Setting: Perhaps she’s getting ready to go out or trying on a new outfit in front of a full-length mirror. She might take a moment to admire how her height shapes her presence, both literally and figuratively.
Internal Monologue: She reflects on her journey, thinking, “I never thought I’d feel so… powerful,” or “This height isn’t just something I’ve grown into; it’s who I am now.”
Outcome: She may feel a sense of pride and ownership over her transformation, realizing that her height has become as much a part of her identity as her personality. This scene would let her own her new stature in a way that feels natural and affirming.Brother breaks into house, is restrained by huge girlfriend before she figures out its him. He passes out from exhaustion and shock once he figures out its her.
I come from work and he blackmails me for the serum. He is smart, he knows I work at a lab, and he guesses that I've been hiding what happened to my girlfriend from my work and is on the money. He also asks for some money..
I give him a dilluted version that should do much
He reaches out to his old colleage friend, a woman who has hookers and asks her to hook im up. After she asks him for a preference, he thinks breifly and asks wheather she has anyone thats into short guys. His friend says thats a wierd preference but that she actually has 3 girls which might me into that.
Electra- a short competetive fiery tomboy. She keeps a count of how many times she made men cum before her. She is short and thin, so things don't usually work out the way she would want, but the clients love her for it. I'm surprised her will didn't break so far. I remember one time she had a guy her height and she sure gave him a time of his life. She was also bragging for days how she won each round with him. She works out a lot and has toned muscles and is quite strong for her size. H:155
Ona - well as average as they come when it comes to looks, but she has like a big sister personality. She can be caring and strict at the same time, and I've noticed that mostly guy that are close to her height are her regulars, figured she might be into that which is why she gives them a better time. H:168
Amber - this one is tall and vulturous, wide hips, big boobs and she's close to your height and best part is, she does size play. Not sure if it her personal preference as she's usually quite timid, but when she works, she's like a completely different person. One time, a shorter guy asked her to dominate him. She did such a good job that the poor guy took a couple of hours to come to his senses, nedlees to say that he is a regular now. H:179
The first light of dawn filtered gently through the curtains, casting soft, golden rays across the room. Everything was still, save for the occasional rustle of sheets and the slow, steady breathing of two people deeply at rest. Then, a sudden, hollow thud shattered the silence.
(text-size:1.2)+(text-colour:#3b5bdb)[''"Ow!"''] Her voice, groggy and muffled, rose in pitch as a heavy thump followed. The mattress beneath you shifted, and you bolted upright, still tangled in the blanket.
"Are you okay?" you asked, your voice thick with sleep.
She sat on the floor by the doorway, a hand rubbing her forehead, strands of hair splayed messily over her face. Her nightgown, now hanging by tattered threads, did little to conceal the smooth expanse of skin and the powerful lines of her frame. As your eyes adjusted, you realized just how much space she took up—legs stretched across the floor, shoulders brushing both sides of the doorframe.
(text-size:1.2)+(text-colour:#3b5bdb)[''"I... I hit my head,"''] she murmured, her voice tinged with embarrassment. Her fingers massaged the spot gently, her expression crumpling into confusion. (text-size:1.2)+(text-colour:#3b5bdb)[''"But... why?"'']
You scrambled out of bed, your feet hitting the cool floor as you approached her. Her head turned, eyes widening as she took you in. You stopped short, your jaw going slack.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["You... you’re huge!" ->ext finally confident 1]]Her voice cuts through the air like a thunderclap. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Are you serious right now?”''] she nearly yells into the webcam, her expression a precarious mix of forced professionalism and simmering rage. You don’t need to see the screen to know someone on the other end has pushed the wrong button, hard. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“I’ve sent that report three times! No, Brad, it was not in Comic Sans. Why would I— Never mind.”'']
Her fingers clench around her mouse, knuckles whitening, and you catch the way her jaw sets, sharp enough to cut glass. You almost expect her to snap the device in two. She manages a strangled laugh, barely containing the heat under her words. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Okay, let’s just… circle back to that. Sure. Great.”'']
When the call finally ends, she slumps back, exhaling a breath that could’ve powered a small wind turbine. You approach her cautiously, as if nearing a lioness who’s just been poked one too many times. “You okay?” you ask softly.
She rubs her temples, her expression a mix of frustration and exhaustion. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“I can’t keep doing this. I’m going to lose it.”'']
You try to brush it off, giving her a small smile. “You’ll be fine."
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["You’ve handled this stuff great, even before you became all mighty and, you know, tall and muscular.” ->SHG ext 1]]Her hips widen and her thighs press against yours, her body practically consuming the bed. You feel her presence expanding around you, a quiet power filling the room. Finally, the last remnants of her nightgown tear away, exposing her shoulders and the powerful lines of her arms as they stretch even further, her new height settling in at a towering (text-colour:orange)[''(print: $height) cm''].
As you stir, you find yourself pressed against the very edge of the mattress, your body barely fitting beside hers. You open your eyes, momentarily stunned by the transformation, only to realize that she now takes up nearly the entire bed, her long legs extending well beyond its frame, her form radiating a sense of quiet majesty even in sleep.
But instead of feeling overwhelmed, you feel a rush of affection. You reach out, wrapping your arm around her waist, snuggling close despite the overwhelming size difference. Nestling against her side, your head barely reaches her shoulder, yet her presence feels both powerful and comforting, a gentle reassurance that envelops you.
You close your eyes, letting yourself drift back to sleep, the sound of her steady breathing and the warmth of her skin lulling you into a peaceful slumber. It’s clear now—this is where you’re meant to be, by her side, accepting her in all her strength, size, and warmth. And as the night deepens, you fall asleep, wrapped in the embrace of the woman who has become your world.
(if:$dismissivness<=4)[Thank you for playing, you've achieved the (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#3b5bdb)[''"Finally confident ending"''], final height: (text-colour:orange)[''(print: $height) cm'']
(link: "Try for another ending?")[(reload:)]]
(if:$dismissivness>4)[(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[The following morning...->ext finally confident]]]Her presence filled the room, the soft glow of morning light highlighting the elegant curves of muscle beneath her skin. You held out your arms, and she leaned forward, her own arms wrapping around you with a cautious gentleness.
Her body was warm, a comforting heat that enveloped you as you pressed against her. Her hands, now large enough to span your entire back, rested softly, and you felt the subtle weight of her chin against your shoulder. Her breathing was deep, measured, and you matched your own to her rhythm, finding a calm in the steady rise and fall of her chest.
And then, you felt it—a slow, shift as she relaxed. Her form against yours began to change, a gradual, creeping sensation as her body inched higher. Her head, which had just been nestled on your shoulder, started to lift off higher and higher. Her embrace tightened ever so slightly, not from intention but as if her body sought to fill the space between you more completely.
Her breathing hitched, a soft gasp that reverberated through your chest. You could feel the stretch of her arms around you, the way her fingers adjusted, their grip shifting as if to accommodate the new breadth of her reach. Her hands slid lower, not from any movement on her part, but because her limbs had grown longer, her palms now resting at the lower part of your back. (set:$height to $height +10)
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[The sensation was surreal. ->ext finally confident 3]]She winced, her brows knitting together as a flush spread across her cheeks.
(text-size:1.2)+(text-colour:#3b5bdb)[''"I-I am? I thought... I mean, I felt I was taller, but..."''] Her voice trailed off, uncertainty clouding her features. She drew her knees closer, trying to make herself smaller, but the sheer size of her body only made the attempt more pronounced. Her knees almost touched her chest, and her arms, now longer and thicker, wrapped around her legs with a timid hold.
She was nervous. Each breath she took seemed to draw her further into herself, her broad shoulders hunching, her posture curling inward. The confident, towering figure from last night now sat before you, looking as if the very walls were closing in.
You took a step closer, the mattress still rumpled behind you. Standing on the bed, you reached out a hand, your voice soft. "Come here."
She hesitated, her eyes darting between the doorframe and you, as if uncertain of her own movements. But slowly, she rose, unfolding her limbs with a careful grace. As she stood, the room seemed to shrink around her. The top of her head almost brushing against the ceiling, her movements causing a faint vibrations of the floor.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[She approached the bed. ->ext finally confident 2]]Her muscles, once merely toned, pressed against you with a gentle but undeniable firmness. You felt the subtle pull of her expanding chest, the way her chest rose in slow motion, each breath pushing her boobs higher and more outwards.
You stayed still, your arms still looped around her, allowing her to find her balance. Her lips, once level with yours as you stood on the bed, now hovered above, her breath a soft warmth against your hair.
When she finally pulled back, it was with a cautious smile, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and awe. Now standing at dizzying (text-colour:orange)[''(print: $height) cm''], she looked down at you, and you looked up at her—your head now barely reaching her shoulders, even while standing on the bed.
(text-size:1.2)+(text-colour:#3b5bdb)[''"I... I’m still growing?"''] she whispered, her voice trembling. You nodded, a soft smile breaking across your face as you squeezed her arms gently.
"And that’s okay," you said, your voice steady. "I’m right here. No matter how tall you get."
Her smile widened, a glimmer of hope breaking through the uncertainty. And in that moment, with her towering above you, you knew that this was only the beginning of her journey—not just in height, but in the confidence that came with every inch she claimed as her own.
Thank you for playing, you've achieved the (text-size:1.2)+(text-colour:#3b5bdb)[''"Finally confident extended ending"''], final height: (text-colour:orange)[''(print: $height) cm'']
(link: "Try for another ending?")[(reload:)]One day, you woke up basically freezing, realising that laying on her back, the erection caused her dick to take the blanket as a hostage by raising it completely in the air and uncovering you.
The other day you were sleeping early in the morning, and suddenly you feel warmth pressing your back. The gentle pressing turned into pushing and before you know it you find yourself falling of the bed. As you turn around, you see her enormous dick.
Her erection easily pushed you off. You get back up, scoffing along the way as you are trying to move her dick to make space for yourself. As to add insult to injury, your attempts to move it cause her to start cumming, completly showering you in warm semen as well as your entire side of the bed.
There are the times when she tries to navigate the hallways, which, in all honesty, weren’t built for someone of her size. You’ve learned to give her space as she squeezes her broad shoulders through doorways, occasionally scraping the walls or dislocating the frames. (text-size:1.20)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Just a little extra remodeling,”''] she’ll say with a shrug, casting a mischievous grin your way.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[There were other inconveniences as well...->Ending (Huge futa 5)]]She has to crouch down fully in order to pass through the doorway without bumping her head and one time, she tried to do it while having a full erection, which ended up in her getting stuck. You couldn’t help but laugh, and she rolled her eyes, muttering, (text-size:1.20)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Don’t you dare make a comment,”''] before grabbing her dick and pulling it against her stomach and chest, managing to pass through, a mix of frustration and laughter in her expression.
But even when things don’t go as planned, her confidence never wavers. One evening, after returning from a long day, you see her trying to fit on the couch beside you—a feat that, by now, has become almost comical. The couch creaks under her weight, her legs stretching across the entire length, and with a resigned sigh, she gives up, opting to sit on the floor beside you instead. She leans against the couch, draping her arm over you with a warm, protective smile.
The simplest things, like walking outside together, have taken on a new dynamic. She strides ahead, her long legs covering twice the distance with each step, her hand firmly holding yours. More often than not, you’re practically jogging to keep up. On other ocasions, she forces you to walk right in front of her between her legs in order to hide her erection from the public, her dick reaching all the way down her trousers below her knees. As she walks, she pokes you ocasionally as if was a coincidence. You both know those were never a coincidence.
Yet, through each challenge and each moment of unexpected hilarity, the bond between you grows stronger. She’s embraced her role fully, having a dick freed her of the need to constantly assert dominance, leading to a new harmony in your relationship.
(if:$futaext is false)[Thank you for playing, you've achieved the (text-size:1.20)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''"Huge futa ending"''], final height: (text-colour:orange)[''(print: $height) cm''].
(link: "Try for another ending?")[(reload:)]]
(if:$futaext is true)[(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Also.....->Ending (Huge futa ext)]]]Despite her growing an impossibly large dick and balls, she still had her pussy beneath, allbeit a record breaker in size as well.
One evening, she was hornier than usual, her face flush, her cheeks red as she gestured for you to follow her to the room.
Once in the room, your heart started racing as you gaze up at the colossal futanari. She towers over you, her muscles rippling, her dick throbbing. She grabs you roughly, lifting you into the air with ease. You feel the heat of her breath against your neck as she whispers, (text-size:1.20)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''"You're gonna fuck me like you've never fucked anyone before."''] Her grip tightens as she smashes her lips against yours, the force of her kiss bruising and demanding.
Her huge tongue darts into your mouth, claiming it as her own. Her teeth graze your bottom lip, and you can't help but whimper. Her massive cock, already thick and hard, presses against your abdomen, a stark reminder of what's to come. You wrap your arms around her dick, feeling small and powerless in her embrace. Her hands roam down your body, tearing your clothes to shreds. The fabric falls away, exposing your skin to the cool air.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[She throws your garments aside with a smirk, and you can see the desire in her eyes as she looks you over.->Ending (Huge futa ext 1)]]With a quick movement, she rips open her own shirt, buttons flying in every direction. Her massive breasts bounce free, the nipples erect with anticipation. She grabs her cock with one hand, stroking it to full hardness. The other hand reaches behind her to tear away what remained of her pants, revealing a round, plump ass that could swallow you whole.
She crouches down, aligning herslef with you. She's so tall that even with her knees fully bent, you have to stand on tiptoe to meet her. Using one of her hands she lifts up her dick and balls, pressing it against her stomach and into her boobs while her other hand slides down to your ass grabbing you firmly.
(text-size:1.20)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''"You better hold on tight,"''] she growls, (text-size:1.20)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''"because it's about to get wild."'']
(set: $height to $height + 40)
With a brutal force, she pushes you against her pussy. You cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain as she starts to move, her powerful hand squeeying you more and more. Each time she slams you in, you feel like you're being split in two, but you can't get enough. Her moans grow louder, as she starts to swell before your eyes. Her muscles bulge and stretch, her breasts inflate, and her cock thickens, as you hold on to her hand your dear life.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[If she continues she will break the entire room!->Ending (Huge futa ext 2)]]The room echoes with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and her guttural grunts. You cling to her, feeling the warmth of her body heat as she grows even larger. Her cock stretches above you reaching her own mouth as she starts sucking it. The sensation is overwhelming. You're lost in a haze of pleasure and fear, unsure if you can handle the monstrous size and power of her, but you don't want it to stop.
Her breathing becomes more ragged, her movements more erratic. You know she's close to climax, and you can't help but match her fervor, bucking your hips against hers as she pushes you into her harder and harder. The room seems to spin around you, the only constant the feeling of her cock and pussy throbbing, and the sight of her towering above you, growing more and more with each passing moment.
Finally, you feel your orgasm building, ready to burst forth like a dam breaking.
(text-size:1.30)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''"Cum for me,"''] she snarls, her voice deep and commanding. (text-size:1.30)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''"Cum all over my cock and pussy, you little slut."'']
And with those words, you do, your body convulsing in a powerful orgasm that makes you see stars. Her laughter is like thunder in your ears as she continues to push you into her pussy, her own climax building. You can feel her swell even larger, her cock pulsing and growing as she nears her peak. And when she finally lets go, she roars, her entire body swelling one last time before she cums, filling her mouth first then shooting out in a powerful arc, painting the walls and ceiling as you watch, utterly spent and in awe of her overwhelming power. She lowers you gently to the floor and leans down, planting one final, possessive kiss on your swollen lips before pulling out, leaving you feeling empty and spent.
Thank you for playing, you've achieved the (text-size:1.30)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''"Huge futa extended ending"''], final height: (text-colour:orange)[''(print: $height) cm''].
(link: "Try for another ending?")[(reload:)]She smirks, clearly enjoying your discomfort, and leans in closer, her warm breath brushing against your cheek. (text-colour:#a61e4d)[''“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get plenty of that later. Now move it, unless you want to find out how long you can hold your breath as I strangle you!”'']
With a mix of fear and excitement, you nod your head, conceding to her demand. You slowly push yourself up from the couch, feeling the weight of her gaze. She watches you intently, her smirk morphing into a full-blown grin as she leans back, placing her hands on her hips, and nods towards the kitchen.
(text-colour: #a61e4d)[''“That’s better.”''] she says, her voice playfully taunting.
(set: $futaext to true)
You place the tray of snacks onto the coffee table with a tremble, avoiding eye contact. She takes the tray and sets it aside without looking at you, her eyes instead lingering on your cowed posture. She pats her lap, a clear order for you to sit. (text-colour: #a61e4d)[''“You know, I might have to do this more often. It’s surprising how much I enjoy watching you submit."''] she says, her voice filled with amusement and a hint of malice.
(text-colour: #a61e4d)[''“I think I’ve discovered the real you, twerp—the one who craves a firm hand, someone to put you in your place. And it just so happens that I’m perfectly suited for that role.”'']
She seems to sense your submission, her grin growing wider as she continues. (text-colour: #a61e4d)[''“And let’s not forget the best part,”''] she whispers, leaning in to nip at your earlobe, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. (text-colour: #a61e4d)[''“When I’m done with you, I get to take you in every way imaginable. And I promise, it’ll be more than worth it for you to behave.”'']
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Her hand slides down to your crotch, giving you a firm squeeze, and you can’t help but whimper at her touch. ->Fourth night dom]]Instead of me fucking her, she forces me to wank her off using my whole arms, than uses precum to lube me and holds me in place as she grinds her dick against my body.
This route is activated if I disobey her in fourth night alt.
One evening, she was hornier than usual, her face savoring a predatory grin as she grabbed you and threw you on the the bed.
Once in the room, your heart started racing as you gaze up at the colossal futanari. She towers over you, her muscles rippling, her dick throbbing. She grabs you roughly, lifting you into the air with ease. You feel the heat of her breath against your neck as she whispers, (text-size:1.20)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''"You're gonna get me off like you've never did before."''] Her grip tightens as she smashes her lips against yours, the force of her kiss bruising and demanding.
Her huge tongue darts into your mouth, claiming it as her own. Her teeth graze your bottom lip, and you can't help but whimper. Her massive cock, already thick and hard, presses against your stomach, a stark reminder of what's to come. Her hands roam down your body, tearing your clothes to shreds. The fabric falls away, exposing your skin to the cool air.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[She throws your garments aside with a smirk, and you can see the desire in her eyes as she looks you over.->Huge futa ext alt 1)]]From that day forward, she tries to embrace her height at (text-colour:orange)[''(print: $height) cm''], though an undercurrent of uncertainty remains. She blends her power with a grounded connection to you and the world, yet a quiet tension lingers in the air—a sense of holding back. Life together settles into a beautiful, harmonious rhythm, but beneath the surface, her goddess-like qualities seem to hover just shy of their full expression.
Her size and presence become a natural part of your life, her towering figure both a comfort and a source of awe. The little moments still hold a magical quality: on sunny afternoons, she walks through the neighborhood with you, her strides long and graceful. Her hand rests protectively on your shoulder, yet there’s a gentleness, as if she is afraid of showing too much strength.
At home, her powers remain a playful part of her routine, though she seems more deliberate in her actions. Meals together remain a quiet joy. She sits beside you, the table adjusted for her height, and when her hand reaches over to tousle your hair or brush a gentle finger along your cheek, there is a softness to her touch, as if she is holding back. When she wraps her arm around you, her strength feels tempered, her restraint palpable.
In these moments, she is both otherworldly and deeply familiar, yet something holds her back from fully embracing her nature. Your lives intertwine in a way that reflects not just her growth and power but also a hesitation—like a river flowing around a hidden stone. Her need to grow, driven by the depth of your love, simmers beneath the surface, a quiet current of desire restrained by an invisible boundary.
One evening, as the sun dips below the horizon, casting a warm glow through the windows, she calls out to you. Her voice is soft, yet it carries a weight that makes you pause. You find her standing by the window, her silhouette tall against the fading light. She doesn’t turn to look at you immediately, and when she does, her expression is open, her eyes filled with a question she has held back for too long.
(text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''"Do you think... am I too big?"''] she asks, her voice carrying the fragile edge of uncertainty, as if the answer could tip a delicate balance.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[You take a deep breath, stepping closer to her.->Balanced goddess ext 1]] "Yes," you say softly, "You are big... but I love it. I love everything about you." Your words are steady, your gaze unwavering as you reach for her hand. Her fingers, so much larger than yours, curl gently around your palm, a perfect blend of strength and care.
Her expression shifts, a mix of relief and lingering uncertainty. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''"I’m glad,"''] she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''"But there’s something I need to tell you."''] She hesitates, her grip tightening ever so slightly. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''"Our connection... it keeps growing. I feel it. And every time it does, my body wants to grow too."''] Her eyes search yours, a flicker of vulnerability crossing her face. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''"I’ve been holding back, keeping it inside, because I didn’t want to overwhelm you. I thought... maybe I was already too much."'']
Her admission hangs in the air, raw and honest. You squeeze her hand, a gentle reassurance. "You’ve never been too much," you say. "I’d rather you feel free to be yourself than hold anything back for my sake."
She nods slowly, her eyes still clouded with uncertainty. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''"But if I let go, if I embrace it... I don’t know where it will end."'']
A thought strikes you, a glimmer of inspiration. "Maybe you don’t have to grow just in size," you suggest. "There are other ways to grow."
Her brow furrows, a puzzled look crossing her face. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''"Other ways?"''] she repeats. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''"What do you mean?"'']
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["Well, let's just say that there are things men can't live without." - you wink at her.->Balanced goddess ext 2]]
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["I want your butt to grow so big, that it would need it's own post code!"->Balanced goddess ass king]]In the morning you wake up and see her sleeping next to you. Despite her usually large presence, everything else seems normal, there was no growth. So... you get ready and go to work.
Once you return from work, you can her her greeting you from the other room. And than, she calls you over, her voice laced with excitement. Once you enter the bathroom, well.... you are left in shock..... Between her massive thighs, something unexpected....
As she stood there, her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, you couldn't believe your eyes. She had.......... grown a dick.........a dick and testicles overnight, and she was beaming with pride.
(text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''"I thought about what you said about growing in other ways,"''] she exclaimed, spreading her arms wide. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''"Tadaaa!"'']
You stood there, speechless, your eyes wide with shock and your mouth hanging open. You couldn't help but feel a mix of amazement and confusion. You had never expected her to take your words so literally, but here she was, transformed once again.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["You grew a dick......" you stammered out, trying to find the right words.->Balanced goddess ext 3]]Game that uses AI, a girl grows taller as you compliment her.She nodded enthusiastically, her eyes gleaming with excitement. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''"Yeah! I thought you meant that men couldn't live without their dicks and testicles, so I figured I'd give it a try. It's much bigger than yours, by the way."'']
You couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. "I meant boobs......." you said, trying to correct her.
Her face fell, and she looked down at her new additions, visibly disappointed. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''"Oh,"''] she murmured, her cheeks darkening further. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''"Ooops."'']
You couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for her. She had gone to great lengths to impress you, and now she was left feeling embarrassed and defeated.
"I'm going out," you said, trying to sound reassuring. "I'll be back soon."
(text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''"Where are you going, darling, don't leave me now,"''] she said, her voice tinged with sadness.
"To buy lube........... lots of it," you said with a smirk. "You're gonna be needing it."
Her face lights up in confusion. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''"Really? Oh, and you're not mad at me?"'']
You shook your head. "Of course not, as long as you're happy, that's all that matters."
Thank you for playing, you've reached the (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#fcc419)["''Balanced goddess extended ending''"], final height: (text-colour:orange)[''(print: $height) cm'']
(link: "Try for another ending?")[(reload:)]"Picture this," you begin, your voice animated as you try to lighten the mood. "What if your legendary curves actually became the stuff of legends? We could hold a press conference just to introduce it!" You chuckle, imagining the scenario.
"I’m talking about a rear so magnificent that it could be featured in an art gallery, where people come to marvel at its grandeur. We could print T-shirts that say 'I love big butts, and I cannot lie!'
She laughs, her eyes lighting up with mischief. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''"Oh, you and your wild imagination,"''] she teases, playfully slapping your arm.
(text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''"But seriously, I don't think I could handle being that.... colossal!"''] She looks down at her already substantial figure, stroking her hip thoughtfully. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''"What would I even sit on? And how would I get through doorways?"''] Despite her amusement, there's a hint of curiosity in her gaze as she looks at you. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''"But,"''] she says, leaning in closer, (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''"what if it did happen? What would you do with all that... space?"'']
"I would caress it, worship it, massage it, hug it, rub it, I wouldn't mind spending my entire days in your ass. And don't get me started on what I would do to you in bed...."
Her cheeks flush a shade of pink at the provocative suggestion. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''"Wow,"''] she says, her voice a mix of surprise and excitement. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''"You're really... enthusiastic about this, aren't you?"'']
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["You have no idea...."->Balanced goddess ass king 1]]With a quick movement, she rips open her own shirt, buttons flying in every direction. Her massive breasts bounce free, the nipples erect with anticipation. She grabs her cock with one hand, stroking it to full hardness. The other hand reaches behind her to tear away what remained of her pants, revealing a round, plump ass that could swallow you whole.
She crouches down, aligning herslef with you. She's so tall that even with her knees fully bent, you have to stand on tiptoe to meet her. Using one of her hands she lifts up her dick and balls, pressing it against her stomach and into her boobs while her other hand slides down to your ass grabbing you firmly.
(text-size:1.20)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''"You better hold on tight," she growls, (text-size:1.20)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''"because it's about to get wild."'']
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With a brutal force, she pushes you against her pussy. You cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain as she starts to move, her powerful hand squeeying you more and more. Each time she slams you in, you feel like you're being split in two, but you can't get enough. Her moans grow louder, as she starts to swell before your eyes. Her muscles bulge and stretch, her breasts inflate, and her cock thickens, as you hold on to her hand your dear life.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[If she continues she will break the entire room!->Huge futa ext alt 2)]]The room echoes with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and her guttural grunts. You cling to her, feeling the warmth of her body heat as she grows even larger. Her cock stretches above you reaching her own mouth as she starts sucking it. The sensation is overwhelming. You're lost in a haze of pleasure and fear, unsure if you can handle the monstrous size and power of her, but you don't want it to stop.
Her breathing becomes more ragged, her movements more erratic. You know she's close to climax, and you can't help but match her fervor, bucking your hips against hers as she pushes you into her harder and harder. The room seems to spin around you, the only constant the feeling of her cock and pussy throbbing, and the sight of her towering above you, growing more and more with each passing moment.
Finally, you feel your orgasm building, ready to burst forth like a dam breaking.
(text-size:1.30)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''"Cum for me,"''] she snarls, her voice deep and commanding. (text-size:1.30)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''"Cum all over my cock and pussy, you little slut."'']
And with those words, you do, your body convulsing in a powerful orgasm that makes you see stars. Her laughter is like thunder in your ears as she continues to push you into her pussy, her own climax building. You can feel her swell even larger, her cock pulsing and growing as she nears her peak. And when she finally lets go, she roars, her entire body swelling one last time before she cums, filling her mouth first then shooting out in a powerful arc, painting the walls and ceiling as you watch, utterly spent and in awe of her overwhelming power. She lowers you gently to the floor and leans down, planting one final, possessive kiss on your swollen lips before pulling out, leaving you feeling empty and spent.
Thank you for playing, you've achieved the (text-size:1.30)+(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''"Huge futa extended ending"''], final height: (text-colour:orange)[''(print: $height) cm''].
(link: "Try for another ending?")[(reload:)]Her giggle turns into a full-blown laugh, her entire body shaking with the force of her amusement. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''"You're insatiable."''] she says, playfully pushing you away.
As the night deepens, the two of you settle into bed, the soft glow of the moonlight casting long shadows across the room. Your girlfriend's breathing evens out, and she falls into a gentle sleep, her body relaxed against yours.
As the hours tick by, something peculiar begins to happen. Her hips, already a marvel of feminine curvature, start to expand ever so slightly, the fabric of her nightgown stretching to accommodate the newfound volume.
The fabric clings to her skin, tracing the outline of her growing form, revealing the subtle shift in her body's landscape. Her buttocks, once the epitome of perfection, begin to inflate, bit by bit, the skin stretching taut over the growing curves.
The nightgown's seams protest, giving way to the relentless pressure, and you watch, spellbound, as the material starts to tear, revealing the milky expanse of her skin. Her ass rises like a loaf of bread in an oven, the blanket tenting over it as it grows in both width and depth. The weight of her newfound curves causes the bed to groan and creak, the old frame protesting the sudden increase in weight. Her thighs, once sleek and athletic, plump out, filling the space between them, leaving no room for doubt that something extraordinary is occurring.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[The air in the room seems to thicken with anticipation, as her ass becomes the undeniable focal point of the space.->Balanced goddess ass king 2]]You rustle closer to her in bed, and with a mix of curiosity and a touch of playfulness, you ease yourself onto her legs. Her skin is warm beneath you, the muscle beneath soft yet firm, like resting on a sunlit hillside. You shift a bit, finding just the right spot, and then let yourself sink against the plushness of her rear, the gentle yet substantial rise cradling your head.
She hums softly, a contented sound that vibrates through her body, making the experience all the more comforting. You can feel the subtle rhythm of her breathing, a slow rise and fall that lulls you further into relaxation. Her voice, when she speaks, is a low murmur, the words reverberating through her body and into yours.
(text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“Comfortable?”''] she asks, her tone warm and a little amused.
“Surprisingly, yes,” you reply, a grin tugging at your lips. “You make a pretty good bed.”
She laughs, the sound like a soft rumble beneath you. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“I’ll take that as a compliment.”'']
The room settles into a quiet calm, the two of you wrapped in the odd but undeniable comfort of each other’s presence. There’s a unique intimacy to it, where her new size becomes not just a physical attribute but a part of the shared warmth between you.
Thank you for playing, you've reached the (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#fcc419)["''Balanced goddess ass king extended ending''"], final height: (text-colour:orange)[''(print: $height) cm'']
(link: "Try for another ending?")[(reload:)]Her eyes narrow slightly, but there’s no real bite behind it. She doesn’t look convinced. Gently, you reach for her hand—her large, warm hand that envelops yours completely. You guide her to the sofa, easing her down as if she might break. She doesn’t resist, her body heavy with stress and defeat.
“Just relax,” you murmur, slipping behind her.
Your hands settle on her broad shoulders, the tension radiating off her in palpable waves. You start to knead gently, your thumbs tracing slow circles along her trapezius. She hums, a low, velvety sound, and you feel the first signs of her unwinding.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[And then, something shifts. ->SHG ext 2]]It’s subtle at first—her shoulders rising a fraction beneath your palms, the soft fabric of her shirt stretching. You continue massaging, almost on autopilot, but your senses are hyper-aware. Her body expands under your touch, muscle and bone stretching, growing. Her shoulders push higher, the swell of her back broadening, swallowing more of the sofa. Your hands, pressed comfortably on her shoulders, seem to shrink as her frame expands.
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Her neck elongates, strong and graceful, the cords of muscle shifting with every relaxed sigh. Her head inches upward, and her hair spills over her shoulders, a cascade of softness against the stark reality of her size. She slumps deeper into the cushions, sprawling out, and you watch, mesmerized, as her legs extend further, the tips of her toes nudging the coffee table away with a muted scrape.
Her breathing slows, deep and rhythmic. The room seems to shrink around her, the sofa groaning quietly under the increasing weight. Your hands, still kneading, feel almost childlike against her now. She fills every space, every corner of your vision, a serene giantess at rest.
(text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“That was something…”''] she murmurs, her voice a husky melody. Her eyes flutter open, and for a moment, she gazes at the ceiling as if nothing has changed. But then, awareness sinks in.
(t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Her pupils dilate, and she bolts upright, only to realize how much higher her viewpoint is. ->SHG ext 3]](text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“I grew!”''] she breathes, a mixture of awe and panic threading through her voice. (text-size:1.1)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“How? I didn’t feel it… I didn’t want to…”'']
Her breathing quickens, a hitch to each inhale as the room closes in around her. You don’t hesitate. You wrap your arms around her, pressing yourself against the solid warmth of her back. “Hey, hey..........it’s okay. You’re........... okay. You look better than ever.”
She releases a shaky laugh, half-relief, half-disbelief. (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''“You......you’re such a smooth talker.”'']
Her hand, elegant and now even more enormous, finds its way to your head. Her fingers curl gently, the pad of her thumb brushing over your temple. She turns, her movement fluid, and plants a lingering kiss on your cheek. Her lips are soft, grounding you with their warmth. She pulls back, and the world feels still, the storm of the meeting and her growth both settling into something almost sacred.
The two of you remain there, tangled together, your smaller form enveloped by her presence. There’s a new calmness to her, a sense of acceptance, as if her growth—both physical and emotional—was not just inevitable but necessary. And in that quiet moment, you understand that this is just another step on your journey together, each change a chapter in a story still being written.
Thank you for playing, you've reached the (text-size:1.15)+(text-colour:#fcc419)[''"Stay-at-home godess extended ending"''], final height: (text-colour:orange)[''(print: $height) cm'']
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