Tessa couldn't be happier. It felt... incredible! She was trying every single excuse to walk around and cross her coworkers, now even shorter than before in her eyes! No one blinked looking at the tall girl walking around, not even noticing she was way taller than she used to be. No one either seemed to remember her growing in vacations. Just like on her wedding picture, she had always been 6'4 now. Probably the tallest girl around.
She enjoyed talking with people looking up at her, crossing Blair, now just looking like two balloons walking around as she was still 5'0 and Tessa could barely see anything past her boobs from her altitude, and she loved every second of it. She also chatted with Alison, the girl really shorter than her now. Even Drake didn't care.
She was taller, and free to be so.
But at some point, she crossed one of the managers here, and the guy was known to be really tall. 6'6. He was also looking bored despite Tessa only being 2 inches shorter than him now, and talked to her like it was another endless day at work. Tessa felt a bit nervous all along. This guy had just ruined her fun. Until now, she had been happy to look down at everyone, but this guy was stopping her glorious tour. She politely answered the few orders he gave her, went back to her cubicle, and looked again at her wedding picture.
Well, she was impressive, sure, but two more inches than her husband wasn't that much, now that she was looking at it. She wasn't noticing how looking again and again at the same picture was using her to it and therefore, breaking the charm. She sighed.
And an idea crossed her mind.
No, no, no. Tessa, don't. You were lucky once, don't push your luck. Let this dictaphone where it is. she thought.
She stood just enough to look at Drake yawning in his cubicle. Okay... just once more, okay? she thought.
"Drake?" she asked "I see you have papers to copy. Could you take mine too and copy all of them while you're at it?"
Drake smiled "My, sure!" he said taking them and leaving.
And the second he was away, of course, Tessa quickly and stealthy moved into his cubicles, going for the dictaphone drawer, and admiring the thing in her hand. She hadn't much time.
"I'm four inches taller!" she said once again.
Again, she felt the tingling in her body, and the world began to shift. Her perspective was changing, as she was rising even higher above the cubicles, seeing more and more of the working space, and everything shrinking around her. She closed her eyes for a second, focusing on the warm, delicious sensation in her body, and smiled as she could hear the strange sounds of her body stretching and growing within a few seconds. When she opened her eyes, she towered above the desk. She quickly placed the dictaphone back in its package, and went back to her cubicle.
"Your papers! You owe me a coffee now!" smiled Drake as he handed Tessa her copies.
"Thanks!" smiled back Tessa, trying not to laugh.
She was 6'8. Way taller than Drake was, and he seemed really short now despite being 6'0. This was enough for Tessa to parade around the working space, enjoying as everyone had to look up at her while she was walking faster thanks to her longer legs. It was... delicious. Towering above people, no one freaking out, just having to deal with a taller Tessa. She was a full foot taller than she used to be. On her wedding picture, she was looking happier, unlike her husband. Like she loved posing next to him with her superior size, while he was obviously not really sharing the feeling.
She loved it!
She crossed once again the tall manager, the man having to look at bit up at her instead of a bit down. She was 2 inches above him now.
She expected a feeling of satisfaction... but the difference wasn't that impressive. And the guy barely was impressed either.
6'8 is really tall... look around you! Look around and stop thinking of more! she thought, as the idea of using the dictaphone again crossed her mind. It's always like this with me... I love extreme sports because of the sensation of going always farther, extreme... maybe for once I shouldn't... but can I stop myself?
Wed Sep 02 00:00:00 2015