Chapter 7.1.1.1.2.1 - Danica thinks she used to be taller.
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“I used to be taller,” Danica said. “Didn’t I?”
Tim smiled and lied, “Correct.”
“I must have been really tall, right?” she said, trying hard to remember. “For some reason, I always had this feeling that I should be big and tall.”
“You were so tall, that I was intimidated,” Tim said, making up a story to fit her guess. “I thought you might be more approachable if you were shorter than me.”
“Will you turn me back?” she asked “And fix my mind so that I remember how big I’m supposed to be?”
Tim considered the request a moment. Having a tall girlfriend might be fun, but he would rather not play around with her mind any more than necessary. In fact, it might be fun to watch her struggle to get used to being suddenly much taller while lacking any experience with a body that size.
“How about this?” Tim said, spinning a new lie. “I’ll make you the height you used to be, but I’m not going to change your memories back. I want to give you a chance to try out being that size for a bit before you commit to going back, permanently. How does that sound?”
She considered his response. “I guess that’s okay,” she answered, doubtfully. “So long as you’ll fix my mind later if I choose to stay tall.”
“Of course,” he said and opened her caption. It read:
Danica Brown is an 18-year-old woman. She is attending college in her freshman year with her primary focus being playing soccer. Recently, she has become deeply attracted to Tim Smith. (Show more.)
First, Tim adjusted the awareness settings so that both of them will notice her transformation but no one else. Then, he added the following to the end of her caption:
She is exactly seven feet tall.
Satisfied that everything was set correctly, he asked, “Are you ready?”
“I suppose,” she replied, looking down at her body one last time, as if to say farewell to it.
“You sure you don’t want to take off those clothes before you grow?”
She looked down at herself again and said, “Oh! Right. Hold on a second.”
She pulled off her shoes and socks, then pulled down her shorts and pulled her t-shirt up over her head. As she was about to undo her bra, she hesitated, maybe realizing at last that she was completely disrobing in front of him.
“Uh,” she said. “This is kinda awkward. We only just met, and now…”
“I can look away if you’d like.”
“No,” she said. “It’s fine, but I’m going to be really mad if this is actually some kind of prank.” She unfastened her bra and revealed her breasts to him. Then, she pulled down her panties and revealed everything else. “Okay,” she said, now fully unencumbered. “Do it. Make me tall again.”
Tim smiled in disbelief that she had actually requested him to make her freakishly tall. Then, he activated the app and watched as the transformation progress bar began to fill.
“Whoa,” Danica said, knees wobbling unsteadily like a newborn deer, as her feet and legs rapidly grew longer. “I can feel it,” she said. “It’s really working! I’m growing!”
She gazed down at the floor as it seemed to recede away from her. Then, she held up her hands and watched her fingers stretch longer and thinner along with her arms. All of her body seemed to be made of elastic, and some invisible hands seemed to be pulling to stretch her out to longer and lankier proportions. Her limbs, her torso, even her neck was lengthening in a giraffe-like way. Just as she had begun to appear dangerously skinny, her stretched thin flesh began to fill in. Muscle and fat added thickness and weight to her narrow limbs. Her boney rib cage smoothed out while her breasts swelled slightly in proportion to the rest of her figure. Then, just when it seemed that her head was about to rise straight up into the ceiling, the growing stopped.
Danica stared down at her huge feet, which must have seemed impossibly far away from her on the floor below. Disbelief and horror stunned her into silence for a long moment. Meanwhile, Tim stared up at her, noting that he was barely shoulder-height to her now.
Then, just as she was about to speak, a high pitched whine started to rise in volume from Tim’s phone until it became deafeningly loud. At last, the sound cut off when a blinding flash of light from his phone signaled the end of her transformation.
The two of them stood there in his door room for half a minute until their eyes and ears recovered and they could fully take in Danica’s new body. It was an impressive sight. Never before had either of them seen anyone this tall in person, let alone in the nude.
She lifted one of her huge feet and flexed her toes, as if to confirm distant giant appendage did, in fact, belong to her. Then, as she felt her balance wavering, she set her foot firmly back down on the floor. Her knees momentarily wobbled again, maybe as a result of passing vertigo.
“So,” Tim said. “What do you think? How does it feel to be back to normal? Good?”
“Uh,” she said, her voice sounding somewhat deeper now. “I have to say this is much more than I was expecting.” She held up her huge hands for examination and added. “I can see why you might have felt intimidated.”
Tim lifted up one of her now enormous shoes from the floor with both hands and checked inside of it, while cradling it in his arms like a pet cat. “It says you’re a women’s size 20 now.”
“I didn’t even know that size existed,” she said, her voice sounding astounded and a little frightened. She looked around, taking in the relative size of the dorm room compared to her. When she glanced upwards, she crouched reflexively, as if startled by the sudden nearness of the ceiling. “I think I need to sit down.”
After a single long stride to cross the room, she rested her huge naked backside on his desk chair, which was just barely big enough to accommodate the width of her hips between the arm rests. The chair creaked painfully under the strain of her weight. Both of them silently pondered just how much she must weigh now. By Tim’s best estimate, she had to be well over 200 pounds, maybe close to 300.
“Well, does it feel good to be back to normal?” Tim asked, trying to sound as innocent as he could while suppressing a smile.
She sighed and said, “It doesn’t feel ‘normal’ because you messed with my memories before. I feel way too big right now, if I’m being honest. I can’t believe I had to live my whole life like this up until today.”
“Do you not like it?”
The pained look on her face said it all. She clearly was not enjoying the experience. Every time she looked at the ordinary objects around her and saw how comparatively small they were, she was just further reminded of how oversized she had become.
“I mean,” she said, spelling it out. “Look at that bed. I wouldn’t be able to lie down on it with my legs straight, not without my feet hanging over the edge. Look at the door. I’d have to duck to fit through the doorway.” She lifted her XXXXL t-shirt off of the floor and held it up with both hands like a curtain. “I can’t imagine being able to buy clothes at an ordinary store now. Certainly, nothing in the women’s section would be large enough for me. I would bet that my bra is custom made as well.”
“It does seem… inconvenient,” Tim said, still suppressing a smile.
“That’s the problem,” she said, letting her shirt drop to the floor. “It’s probably great to be this big during a game. I bet I’d be unstoppable on a basketball court. But, anywhere else I would go, I would just be struggling to fit myself into a world that’s too small for me. Like, imagine me cramming all of this body into a car seat.”
Tim nodded, trying to appear sympathetic. “Yeah, that’s rough,” he said. “Want me to make you shorter again?”
“Uh,” she said. “I mean… maybe? Maybe if I had my memories back, then I wouldn’t mind this so much. I would be used to it. Still, I think I might wish to be smaller, regardless if I had always been this way or not. But… I don’t know.” She let out a defeated sigh. “Maybe this is better.”
Tim gave her a moment to breathe and said, “How about this? You could give it a day or two. Try living like this for a little while. See how it is. Then, when you’ve had enough time to think and you’re ready to decide what you want to do, you can come to me, and I’ll either make you shorter or give you back your memories of being tall. Okay?”
She nodded slowly, quietly accepting his suggestion.
“Okay, then,” Tim said. “How about you get dressed, and we’ll find something to do that gives you a chance to try out your body?”
“Okay,” she said, standing up again and looking mildly terrified as her head kept rising up higher and higher. After taking a moment to find her balance and feel steady on her feet again, she added, “I’ll give it a try.”
What do they do together?
They go play basketball.
They go to a movie.
They just go for a walk across campus.