Feet on the Ground

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Inside, he felt delirious. It had been such a long flight, such a vivid dream. He could still see the images swimming in his head. Then he thought of her emails. Her sexy walkthrough of her pickup at the airport. Here he was at the restroom. He walked out, subconsciously wishing she would be taller and sexier. She was the same, but somehow not the same. Even with the same stature, she looked positively radiant. He stepped up to her with a newfound hunger, and delivered his version of Ricardo-happy-to-see-her. He thrust his tongue into her mouth in an inappropriate display. She responded, her tongue thrusting back, pulling him down to her. When they broke, she looked up at him, then pulled him in close. "You're fantasizing about me taller aren't you?" He nodded, and she snickered before breaking away.

Walking through the airport, his wandering eye checked out the better looking women who passed by. He couldn't help but think of her story, how she knew he was doing it. He glanced over at her each time, and she had a beaming smile on her face. He started to realize something was different. The front of her dress seemed to puff out in a way it never had before. Had she already gone and gotten implants like she talked about? He glanced a couple more times but couldn't tell.

They reached baggage claim. Invariably there were several hot Brazilian girls waiting for their bags, and Ricardo couldn't help but admire them. He again thought of Kat's story. He spoke softly enough to be private, "Were you serious? About girls?" He looked down at her for a response, but instead of catching her face, his eyes zinged past it to what was obvious cleavage in her dress. His heart skipped a beat. Was it wardrobe magic, or had she had had them done over the holidays? Even trying to be polite, his eyes couldn't help but peek down a couple more times.

"Ohh, I was serious about everything." She held around his waist, and leaned back a bit, her arms pressing her tits together in such a suggestive display he couldn't help but stare for a couple seconds. There was no doubt. She had breasts that were not there before. "I see you finally noticed these girls." Her voice was low, but just loud enough to make him self-conscious that someone might have heard. At the mere suggestion, his eyes took another peek. He immediately felt anxious to get her home and get her naked. "Ohh, and Ricardo? Your bag." She let him go, and gave him a shove towards the conveyor belt, slapping his ass as he walked away.

He was starting to have trouble telling real from fantasy. The airport, the story, the bigger breasts, the fantasy. It was all running through his head getting him excited, even as he felt deliriously tired. He hardly noticed walking by an outrageously tall and hot girl with his bag on his way back to Kat. When he reached her, she seemed even more sexy and radiant than before. He walked close by and she lightly held his arm as he wheeled his bag towards the parking garage.

In the privacy of the long walk to the car. He decided he was ready for two things, welcome home sex, and sleep. She quizzed him. "Do you think you'd really like it Ricardo? If I was taller? Taller than you? Or is it just some in your head fantasy?" He didn't answer at first. He wondered himself. Certainly he'd turned down taller and hotter girls in Brazil because he couldn't stop thinking about Kat.

"Kat, you're sexier than other girls from halfway across the world. I don't think it would matter if you were shorter." As he paused to think, their strides continued towards the parking garage elevator. "But on the way in I had a sexy dream that you were fourty-thousand-feet-tall and caught my incoming airplane in your bear hands. So to be honest, I'll have to say, yes." He still found himself stealing glances down at the new proportion of her breasts.

He turned away to press the elevator call button. When he turned back, she hugged up against him. "I was hoping you would say that." Ricardo noticed the amount of skin showing at her neckline no longer seemed subtle. Had she unbuttoned a button? Tearing his eyes away from hers to look again, he wondered if his mind was playing tricks on him. Her tits were pushing out of her dress in a way that was beyond obvious. They were not exactly big, but given how flat she had been before, there is no way he wouldn't have noticed it immediately off the plane. It seemed surreal. So surreal he wondered if he might be dreaming again. So surreal that he was now just staring at her tits. What's more, they seemed to be getting plumper, straining at and plumping out around the fabric of her outfit.

She stepped a foot away from him, leaning herself up against the elevator doors. Her posture showing full well that she intended to show off her body. Ricardo pinched himself, almost as a joke, aware that this seemed far too real to be a dream, yet he had been fooled just moments before. Her sexy pose also caused him to look around self-consciously, wondering if anyone else was close enough to see the display. "Kat, what's going on?"

She raised her arms above her head, bracing them out against the sides of the elevator entry to match her legs. "Black fuckin' wiccan magic, baby." With that she began to visibly grow taller. Ricardo looked at her with disbelief, his jaw falling open. Her legs seemed to sprout out from under the hem of her dress. Her arms slid higher along the metal of the entryway. Meanwhile, her breasts seemed to crush together and spill out over the top of her neckline. He was frozen, immobile in shock, until she stopped, her smile obviously several inches higher than his.

Then the elevator doors opened behind her. It startled her a bit. She dropped out of her pose and turned, stepping into the empty elevator. "Coming Ricky?" It was enough to drop out of his stupor. He grabbed his bags, yanked them into the elevator, and dropped them as he stepped up to his now stunning, towering, drippingly sexy girlfriend. Standing straight, she was even taller than he realized. With the four inch heels of her boots, she was easily six inches taller than his five-ten. He pulled up against her, stretching to reach a kiss that delivered every bit of Kat-welcomes-him-home from his fantasy, and more. Her hands wrapped around him, and lost in the action of their tongues intertwined, he actually felt plump little tits smashing into his chest and shoulders.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened again, startling him out of the kiss with a little gasp. A couple walked in that he recognized from his flight, eyeing them suspiciously. After they pressed for the fourth-floor, Kat reached over and pressed for the third. An uncomfortable silence was palatable for them as the elevator carried them up and opened. Ricardo led them out, Kat following. When the doors closed behind them, Kat laughed a little. "So you like then?"

"Baby, you have no idea." Ricardo looked her over. Sexy didn't begin to describe it. Besides the incredible proportions of her frame, the way she had oversized her dress made her look like she was simply asking to be sexed up. "You put those Brazilian hotties to shame." She leaned in, kissing him softly this time, taking his hand and pulling him towards the car.

Ricardo rushed them to the car, and out of the garage, in record time. As soon as they cleared the gate, Kat spread her legs. She seemed to be reenacting her email fantasy. She didn't say a word, she just started masturbating, warming herself up. Ricardo kept looking over, wondering if she would get bigger. Looking for signs. Her body looked unbelievable, her tits fighting against a dress not designed for any, her legs thin and slender. The sounds of her pleasure were soft and muffled. However, he didn't see any signs of growth. He exited the expressway, turning a corner very close to his apartment. He parked in his parking space. He had to know. "Can you? Can you get bigger?"

She slipped the dress down to cover herself. "I'll explain inside." They both got up out of the car, for what seemed like the longest walk of Ricardo's life. She walked in front of him, forcing him to watch every inch of her new stature in all it's sexy glory. He could swear she took the two flights of stairs incredibly slowly, though it might have been her adjusting to her new height.

Inside the apartment, the unlaced her boots, and he took the cue to take off his shoes and set aside his luggage. A minute later he was back to her. Barefoot this time, she was only two inches taller than him now. They kissed again, a soft kiss this time, and a nice hug. A proper welcome home hug. When they broke, she answered him. "I can, get bigger that is. But this is the real world, there's a catch." She leaned in to whisper. "It's a one-way trip. There is no going back." It took a minute for it to dawn on Ricardo. She was six-feet-tall, two inches taller than him, and she would be, forever, or at least until she got taller. He gulped at the thought.

Kat headed for the bedroom and he followed. At the door, she stopped and gestured for him to unzip her. She let the dress fall to the ground, leaving her only in black lace panties. Her body was incredible. Tall and slender in a way he could only have fantasized about before. Her tits were small yet plump, but considering how flat she was before, they seemed very prominent. "Still upset I hacked your password?" He shook his head. "Good." She hugged up close to him. "In those fantasies I read, this is about where you beg me to get bigger, and bustier." She leaned into him, softly pushing him up against the wall. "Go ahead."

She stroked his chest, waiting. Ricardo felt like the cat had his tongue. She was already a couple inches taller than him. Did she really need more? He mentally took her in, his hands caressing her in the process. He felt her tits. They had a new plumpness, but were nowhere near large. "Will you make these bigger?" She leaned away slightly, looking down at her own chest, giggling a little.

She grabbed her own tits in her hands. "So you just want me a little bustier then? That's it?" Even as she spoke, he saw her tits swell just a tiny bit bigger. "You like those fantasies of big tall girls, but in the real world, six feet is enough eh?" He looked at her, already a couple inches taller than him. She was gorgeous. She didn't need to be any taller. He nodded a confirmation. "You know how much I've always wanted tits, so I can try sweetie." Her tits puffed a little more in her hands, but she also seemed to get noticeably taller. Maybe a half inch? "But it can be real hard to control." Her voice was thick with sarcasm.

She reached and pulled his hands to cup each of her tits, and placed her arms on the wall aside his head. Leaning towards him like this, they were almost eye to eye. "You tell me when they're big enough for you," he felt her tits surge a little bigger in his hands, "and I might even stop." She leaned in to kiss him, and he felt her tits pulse again, and again. They were a handful now, but not much more. He longed for her to be busty, and he knew she wanted it too. Only he realized each time they grew, she grew taller. When their kiss broke, her lips were a couple inches above his. She

But I think this might go a little differently." She dominantly licked her tongue up the side of his cheek.

"I'm guessing in the real-world, six feet tall might be enough for you. Am I right?"

He climbed up and straddled her.

She walked to the bed, laying out on it in a moment of naked splendor. Ricardo immediately stripped, needing no more invitation, or encouragement.

He entered her, both of them plenty ready. He didn't know if it was twenty minutes, or twenty days, of foreplay that did it more. Looking down at her, he felt like it was a dream he would wake up from any minute, but he didn't. Their lovemaking waxed and waned, as he built to a much needed climax. However, before he got there, she held him, stopping them. "I do have one more little treat for you." She paused, eyeing him hungrily. "Six feet tall might be enough, but I was certainly planning a little more up here." She placed each of his hands on her breasts. "My dress couldn't handle it, and I knew you'd want to feel it." Ricardo nodded, preparing for yet another part of his fantasy to come true.

"I'm going to have a little fun with it." She gyrated her hips against him a bit. He felt like he was going to burst. "Every thrust you can give me before you come, I'm going to make them a little bigger." She rubbed his hands against her chest. "Are you ready?" He nodded. "Go slow now, we don't want them too big." A moment later she nodded her head slowly. Ricardo could already hardly contain himself. He slowly drew out and pressed his cock into her, then focused to feel the effects. He couldn't see it, but he felt her plump under his hands. She just smiled, and gyrated against him a little. "More baby." He did it again, and felt another small swelling. She got back into it now, tilting her head back and grinding her hips against him. "Ohhh god, more baby. Make my tits bigger. Give it to me." He sped up, thrust, thrust, thrust. He felt each little pulse push at his fingers, and he could just barely see the effects now.

Kat stared back at him. "Do it baby, make me bigger." He thrust into her faster now, feeling her tits pulse and swell each time. She was up to a very full C-cup now, which still looked moderate sized on her frame. He thought about how big they should be. How long he could hold out. He imagined them balooning up to a D, then DD. Thrust, thrust. Two small little pulses.

Then he noticed it wasn't just her tits getting bigger. It looked like her head was moving closer to the headboard every so slightly. Thrust, thrust. Some part of him wanted to stop and tell her, warn her she was getting taller. But some other part of him just wanted it. Was she already six-one? six-two? He couldn't take it anymore. He clamped down on himself as much as he could, but the next couple thrusts were all he had left. He gave it his all, pumping into her until he screamed in a fit of release and laid down onto her.

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