Imagine this: We are on a first date after spending weeks video chatting. I confess that all this time in lockdown has given me the chance to work on some personal growth projects (of the physical variety). You confess that you would love to date a tall woman, these words activate my spell. Suddenly, my entire body starts to elongate in front of your eyes. I show off my new form and strength, all you can do is stare at me mesmerized. While I love my new height, I am not satisfied with the size of my breasts. I ask you what you think of them, and you confide in me that it would be hot if I was even bigger, those words are enough to make me grow even more. There I stand, ten feet tall in front of your eyes. My new size changes something inside of me it makes me frisky, aggressive even. I pull you into a boob hug and hold you so tight I accidentally smooshing you. I don’t care though, you’re so tiny, and cute next to me and I want to make you mine. I lure you in with my new form, continuously comparing my new height to yours. My immense size leaves you speechless and full of desire for me. Even though, I tower over you, I want to be even bigger so I grow even more, only stopping when my body almost bursts out of my loft apartment.