“Honeyyyy,” she cooed through the bathroom door. He could hear the sounds her body left

“Honeyyyy,” she cooed through the bathroom door. He could hear the sounds her body left in its wake. Floorboards, creaking. Panties, straining. Even her little shuffling footfalls sounding like thunder. He was so much closer to the floor now. “I wanted to talk to you,” she added, and he timidly opened the door. He went slackjawed for a moment, the sight of his wife enough to momentarily clean out his faculties. She was vast and towering, but cut an improbably curvaceous figure even as she inched onward towards seven feet tall.“Yeah, babe?” He asked, but he knew what it was. She continued adjusting her hair, bouncing herself, with enough of a woomph that he could feel the  currents of her body displacing the air in the space. But at the same time, he was almost immediately spellbound. Her jutting, massive hips had taken so much mass from him that he could have leaned forward and rested his chin in the cleft between her cheeks, but her lean body mass was covered in such a velvety blanket of delectable, feminine softness that her every movement was a pleasing, hypnotic jiggle. He steeled himself, a foot from her, because he knew once he started touching her, he wouldn’t be able to stop under his own power. She smiled, serenely, from high above his head.“I wanted to take a little more,” she said. “I was going to go out tonight–and you know, all the other girls, they’re over seven now, and I feel a little small.” He licked his lips, debating a push back against this–he had been tall once, and now he was under five feet. But the stiffening from down south told him he didn’t really disagree enough, and instead nodded in silent assent. She waved a hand, and he felt the downward, spiraling pull, his clothes loosening across his body, and watched her stre-e-etch upwards, exulting, fingertips brushing the ceiling just a scant few inches above her hair.His eyes blurred, his vision flickering and fading as he took in several hot, gasping breaths, blood rushing to his head, to say nothing of his cranium. The sensation was a heady rush of pleasure and loss, and he looked up, once again struck dumb by her size, as she turned, grinning, her hips moving sensuously and smoothly despite their immense size, and she moved one thigh forward, alighting her foot on a stepping stool and leaving him in the center of the heated air radiating from between her legs. He was just above eye-level with the crotch of her panties now, and his eyes were drawn in, inexorably, as she applied the gentlest of pressures to the back of his skull.There were worse places to be. -- source link
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