Emily sat at her desk, looking nervously at the clock. It was almost time to leave for the day, and she knew her coworkers would be asking her to join them for drinks at the bar. Emily was hesitant to go. She had never been one to drink much, and she always felt awkward in social situations. Every week, her coworkers would invite her out, but Emily would always decline. She just wasn't interested in getting drunk and making a fool of herself.

"Come on, Emily!" one of her coworkers called out. "We're going to the bar! You should join us!"

Emily smiled and shook her head. "No thanks," she replied. "Paul is coming home tonight, so I need to get home and cook dinner."

"Suit yourself," her coworker replied, shrugging his shoulders. "We'll see you Monday."

Emily waved goodbye and gathered up her things. As she walked home, she couldn't help but feel a little jealous of her coworkers. They were always so confident and outgoing. Emily secretly wished she could be more like them. As she approached her apartment, Emily noticed Paul's car in the driveway. He was home early! She quickly opened the door and stepped inside.

"Paul, you're home!" she exclaimed, embracing her husband. "I wasn't expecting you until later!"

Paul smiled and kissed Emily on the cheek. "I decided to cut my trip short," he explained. "I missed you too much."

Emily smiled back at Paul, grateful to have him home. As they sat down for dinner, Emily couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. She thought about her coworkers and how they must be out having fun at the bar while she sat at home with Paul. She wondered what they thought of her. Did they think she was boring? Did they think she was a prude?

Emily tried to shake off these thoughts, but they lingered in the back of her mind. After dinner, she and Paul settled in for a quiet evening at home. As they cuddled on the couch, Emily felt herself drifting off to sleep.

Suddenly, Emily was transported into a dream. She was standing in the middle of a city, looking down at the people below. She could see herself towering over everyone else, towering over the buildings, even! Emily could feel the power surging through her veins, the feeling of being a giantess. She looked around, taking in her surroundings. She felt a sense of exhilaration, a feeling that she had never experienced before.

Emily could feel herself getting taller, growing bigger with each passing second. She was now towering over everything, her feet crushing cars and people under her weight as she walked through the city. Her massive breasts heaved with each step, her nipples protruding outward. Emily could feel her pussy getting wet, a feeling of pure ecstasy coursing through her body.

Emily suddenly awoke with a start, her heart racing. She looked down and felt a wetness between her legs. She had just had an orgasm in her sleep! Emily couldn't believe what had just happened. She had never been so turned on before. She had never experienced such an intense fantasy before, and she could still feel the rush of energy throughout her entire body. Paul was still asleep beside her on the couch, blissfully unaware of what had just happened.

As the weekend went on, Emily couldn't shake the feeling of power that she had experienced in her dream. She couldn't stop thinking about how it would feel to be a giantess, to tower over everyone and have her way with them. Emily knew that she couldn't tell Paul about this. He would think she was crazy! She decided to keep this fantasy to herself, hoping that it would fade with time.

On Sunday, Emily was woken up by the sound of Paul's voice. He was on the phone, talking to his boss about some software convention that was coming up. Paul explained that he was going to be gone for a couple of days, and that he wouldn't be home until next weekend. Emily felt a sense of disappointment at this news. She didn't want Paul to be gone, not even for a week, but she knew that he had to go. It would be good for his career.

Monday rolled around, and Emily found herself at her desk, staring at the clock. She wasn't thrilled about going home to an empty house, but she knew that she would have to get used to it. As the day drew to a close, Emily's coworkers approached her again.

"Hey, Emily," one of them said. "We're going to the bar again tonight. Why don't you join us?"

Emily smiled and shook her head. "No thanks," she replied. "Paul is away, and I'm not really in the mood."

"Come on, Emily," one of her coworkers pleaded. "You never come out with us! We won't bite, promise!"

Emily thought about it for a moment. Maybe it would be nice to have a drink or two and relax. She knew that Paul probably wouldn't mind. She looked at her coworkers and smiled. "Okay," she said. "Just one drink, though."

Emily followed her coworkers to the bar, feeling nervous but excited. They ordered their drinks and sat down at a table. As Emily sipped her beer, she noticed a couple of cute guys looking her way. She felt a rush of energy as she caught their eyes.

Suddenly, Emily felt a surge of energy throughout her body. She couldn't remember the last time someone other than Paul had looked at her this way. She could feel her confidence rising, and she gave the cutest guy a wink. She didn't know what had come over her, but she liked it.

The rest of the evening went by in a blur. Emily found herself flirting with all sorts of guys, from the cute ones to the nerdy ones. She could feel her confidence growing with each interaction. In fact, it wasn't just her confidence; she actually felt taller! Her heels were starting to pinch her toes, and she could feel her skirt getting tighter around her thighs, but Emily didn't seem to notice.

As the night went on, Emily found herself talking to a handsome man named Brian. He seemed interested in her, and he was even offering to take her back to his place! Emily felt a rush of adrenaline as she thought about it. She had never been with anyone other than Paul, and the thought of being with another man was exhilarating. But as much as Emily wanted to go back with Brian, she knew that she couldn't. She tried to explain this to Brian, but he wasn't having it.

"Come on, Emily," he urged. "I've seen the way you've been looking at me. You want this as much as I do."

Emily hesitated for a moment. She knew that she shouldn't go back with Brian, but something inside her was telling her that she should have a little fun with him. She looked at her coworkers, who were oblivious to what was going on. Emily made her decision.

"Okay," she said. "Let's go to my place."

Emily led Brian to her apartment, feeling a sense of power that she had never experienced before. She opened the door and stepped inside, her breasts heaving with each breath. She knew that this was a bad idea, but she couldn't stop herself. Emily took Brian's hand and led him to the bedroom. She slowly undressed him, feeling his body against hers. She could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter with each passing second.

But as Brian began to unbutton Emily's blouse, she stopped him. "I don't think this is a good idea," she said. "I'm sorry, but I can't do this."

Brian looked disappointed, but Emily knew that he wouldn't push it any further. She watched as he gathered up his things and left. Emily couldn't believe what had just happened. She had led Brian on, only to reject him at the last minute. She felt guilty for what she had done, but she also felt a sense of excitement that she had never felt before. She felt another rush of energy surging through her body, stronger than the last.

Suddenly, Emily felt her clothes getting tighter around her. She looked down and saw that her blouse was now stretched out over her breasts, the buttons straining to contain her overflowing bra. She felt her skirt getting tighter around her hips and thighs, the fabric rubbing against her skin. Her stockings were ripping as her legs grew longer and thicker.

Emily realized with horror and excitement that her fantasy was coming to life. She was growing taller, her body expanding with each passing second. She felt her panties stretching out as her hips grew wider, turning into a thong. She could feel her bra straining to contain her massive breasts, which were now at least a D cup.

Emily looked in the mirror and saw a woman that she hardly recognized. She was now at least 6 feet tall, with long, luscious hair and full, pouty lips. She could feel her pussy getting wet at the thought of what was to come. She spent the rest of the night masturbating, her fantasies of being a giantess filling her mind.

The next morning, Emily woke up and looked in the mirror. It was true: she was now almost as tall as Paul, and her body was more voluptuous than before. Emily was thrilled by this discovery, but also a little nervous. What would Paul say when he saw her? What would her coworkers think?

Emily knew that she had to get some new clothes before she went to work. She called in sick and spent the day shopping for clothes that fit her new body. She found a new outfit that accentuated her curves, and she knew that Paul would love it. As Emily drove home, she couldn't help but think about what had happened at the bar the night before. Maybe she could do it again. Maybe she could flirt with guys and let them get a little too close, knowing that she had the power to turn them away at the last minute. Emily smiled to herself, feeling more confident than she had ever felt before.

That night, Emily got a text from Paul saying that he wouldn't be coming home for another couple of days. Emily was relieved that Paul wasn't around to see her new body, but she was also a little disappointed. She wanted to show off her new look to someone. Emily decided to go out again. She dressed up in her new outfit and headed to the bar.

As Emily entered the bar, she noticed a group of guys checking her out. She felt a rush of energy as she caught their stares, and she knew that she was going to have some fun that night. Emily started talking to one of the guys, flirting with him and letting him get a good look at her cleavage.

Suddenly, Emily felt the rush of energy again. She could feel herself getting a little taller, her breasts a little bigger. She could feel her clothes getting tighter around her, and she knew that she was growing. The guys were all over her, offering drinks and flirting with her. Emily loved the attention, knowing that she had the power to turn them away whenever she wanted.

As the night went on, Emily found herself leaving with one of the guys. She knew that she should stop, that she should go home, but something inside her was telling her to keep going. She got in the guy's car, feeling her pussy getting wet as she thought about what might happen next.

As the guy drove her back to his place, Emily knew exactly what she was going to do. She waited until they got to his apartment, and then she made her move. She grabbed the guy, pushing him onto the bed and straddling him. She could feel her pussy getting wet as she began to grind on him.

As the guy reached for her bra, Emily stopped him. She pushed him off the bed and stood over him, towering over him with her newfound height. She could feel the power surging through her body, and she knew that she had the upper hand.

"That's enough," she said, her voice sounding deeper and more powerful than before. "I'm going home."

The guy was speechless, watching as Emily gathered her things and left. As she got into a cab, Emily couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration. She had blue balled not one, but two guys! She had turned them down at the last minute, leaving them wanting more. Emily laughed to herself as she thought about that boy having a frustrated wank alone in his apartment.

As Emily arrived home, she looked in the mirror. She was a few inches taller than she had been before, and her new clothes were already getting tight around her expanding body. She could feel her confidence growing along with her height, and she knew that this was the beginning of something incredible.

Emily spent the next couple of nights going out, flirting with guys and letting them get close. She would tease them with her body, knowing that they would never get a taste of her. She would go home and masturbate, her fantasies of being a giantess filling her mind. And with each passing night, she would grow a little taller, a little more curvaceous.

By the time Paul came home, Emily had grown to a height of almost six and a half feet tall. Her breasts were almost as big as her head, and her hips were so wide that she couldn't even fit into Paul's pants, let alone her own. Emily knew that she would have to come up with a story to tell Paul, but she wasn't worried. She had a plan in mind.

As Paul arrived home, Emily was waiting for him at the door. At first, he did a double-take. He couldn't believe that the woman standing before him was his wife.

"Emily?" he asked. "Is that you?"

"It's me, Paul," Emily replied, her voice now sounding deep and powerful. "I've changed since you've been gone."

Paul was speechless as he stared up at his wife. Emily took his hand and led him to the bedroom, where she slowly stripped off her clothes. Paul could hardly believe what he was seeing. His wife's body had transformed into that of a voluptuous goddess, with curves that he had never seen before.

Emily smiled as she climbed onto the bed, her breasts heaving with each breath. She could feel her pussy getting wet as she thought about what was to come. She knew that she had Paul wrapped around her finger, and she was going to take advantage of it.

As Emily began to grind on Paul, she couldn't help but notice how small he seemed in comparison to her. She could feel his cock hardening as she rubbed against him, and she knew that she had the power to control him.

"You like this, don't you?" she whispered in his ear. "You like being under me, being at my mercy."

Paul could only moan in response as Emily continued to grind on him, her pussy dripping with desire. As Emily felt her orgasm approaching, she grabbed Paul's cock and stroked it, wanting to give him a release. She could feel his cock throbbing in her hand, and she knew that he was close.

But at the last minute, Emily stopped. She looked down at Paul with a smile on her face.

"Not yet," she said. "Not until I say so."

Paul was frustrated, and he tried to grab his cock to finish himself off. But Emily was too quick. She grabbed him by the wrists and pinned him to the bed, her massive breasts heaving with each breath.

"No, Paul," she said. "You're not in charge here. You do what I say."

Paul was speechless as Emily continued to grind on him, her pussy rubbing against his cock in just the right way so that she could tease herself without letting him cum. She could feel more than just her arousal rising. She could feel herself growing taller, her body expanding with each passing second. A wet creaking sound filled the room as Emily's body expanded in every direction, her breasts and hips growing bigger and rounder, her legs growing longer and more powerful.

"Emily, what's happening?" Paul asked, his voice filled with panic as he felt Emily's weight increasing on top of him. "What's going on?"

"I'm growing, Paul," Emily replied, her voice now deeper and more powerful. "And you're going to be my little toy."

Paul struggled to get out from underneath Emily, but her seemingly superhuman strength kept him pinned to the bed. As Emily continued to grow, Paul could feel Emily's hands getting bigger and stronger, her fingers wrapping around his wrists like cuffs. He could see the look of desire and power in her eyes, as if she was getting off on his struggle.

Emily could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter, and she knew that she needed a release. She reached down and grabbed Paul's still-hard cock, stroking it furiously. Paul could feel himself reaching the edge, and he knew that he couldn't hold back much longer. Emily could sense this, and she stopped stroking him just before he came. Paul moaned in frustration, and Emily felt a rush of growth flowing through her body.

"Oh, Paul," she said. "You're making me grow faster with your desperation!"

Paul could feel his cock throbbing, desperate for release. His cock was red and swollen, almost purple with need. If anything, it looked bigger than it had been before. Emily smiled as she began to stroke Paul again, bringing him to the brink once more.

"That's right," she whispered. "Keep going, Paul. Keep making me grow."

As Emily stroked Paul, she could feel her breasts growing bigger and fuller, her nipples growing into hardened peaks as big as her thumbs. Paul was a breast man, and Emily knew that he was getting off on the sight of her massive tits growing before his eyes. Her jugs heaved with each breath, jiggling and bouncing as they inflated by fractions of an inch with each passing second.

"How do you like my new body, Paul?" Emily asked, her voice thick with desire. "You love it, don't you? You love watching me grow, knowing that you have no control over what's happening."

Paul could only moan in response as Emily stroked him faster and faster, her giant hands engulfing his cock. Somehow, his penis seemed to be getting longer and thicker in Emily's hands, as if it was growing to match her own size.

"Do you feel it, Paul?" Emily asked, her voice thick with desire. "Do you feel your little man trying to make itself bigger for me?"

Paul was moaning with need, his cock throbbing with every heartbeat. Emily could sense that he was close, and she wanted to push him over the edge. She leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered to him.

"Come for me, Paul. Come for me, my little toy."

Paul couldn't hold back any longer. He exploded in Emily's hands, his cock spurting cum all over her fingers and his stomach. Emily could feel another rush of growth flowing through her body, her breasts growing to an impossible size, her hips growing rounder and more curvy. She could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter, her clit throbbing with need.

As Paul's orgasm seemed to last forever, Emily grabbed her clit and began to rub it furiously, wanting to cum along with him. As she came, Emily felt another rush of growth flowing through her body, her head bumping against the ceiling as she climaxed, showering both herself and Paul with bits of plaster dust.

As Emily came down from her orgasm, she collapsed onto Paul, her massive breasts engulfing him like a pair of pillows. She could feel the bed creaking under her weight, and she knew that she had to be at least 10 feet tall now. She smiled to herself, thinking about what she had just done. She had used her power to dominate and humiliate Paul, and it had been exhilarating. She knew that she would never be the same again.

As Emily lay there, she knew that she would have to find a way to keep growing. She had tasted power, and she wanted more of it. She looked down at Paul, who was still trapped underneath her, and smiled.

"That was fun, Paul," she said. "But don't get too comfortable. I'm not done with you yet."

Emily smiled to herself as she felt another rush of growth flowing through her body. She knew that this was only the beginning. She was going to become the giantess she had always dreamed of being.