Stacey’s plan had worked out perfectly and she’d never been happier. She’d planned it out every step of the way. A girls trip with all of her best friends to the islands, plus one bottle of Jumbo Gro that she’d been able to get her hands on.
She’d traveled down by herself, arriving a day early, just to get everything ready. The beachside house was cute and had plenty of beds for everyone. She’d also had the chance to portion out reasonably-sized shots of Jumbo Gro for all the girls.
Stacey took hers first, of course, so when the others arrived, she greeted them by slightly ducking out through the front door, placing her new jugs on display, and then standing up to her full 8ft height and doing a little twirl for them all to see, wearing only her overstressed red bikini.
The girls swarmed her, begging for their turn. Everything had been carefully measured, so the girls all ended up nearly equal to each other, all towering 8ft tall amazons.
Maddy enjoyed herself, imagining what life would be like when she got home while also estimating just how far across the living room her legs now reached.
Karen went outside with a huge bottle of sunscreen and occupied herself by using it all up while also groping her new shape.
Amy quickly went down to the beach and began gathering as many free drinks as she could handle.
The sisters, Dori and Layla, swamped their social media profiles and also competitively began measuring each other to see who ended up the biggest.
Gina danced and wobbled for all to see.
Unfortunately, Pam was late, as usual, and while everyone was out by the water, she mistakenly drank from the bottle of Jumbo Gro, instead of her perfectly measured portion.
“Hey shorties!” she boomed, squatting and looming over every building and tree for miles, “I thought I heard there were some BIG girls around here.”
@myheartinherhands
After many years of encouraging her to date other men, my wife finally started dating another guy when I took a job that required a lot of traveling. She would sometimes email me a picture of her date night outfit. Her emails were always discreet and her photos were never risqué, but those are still the most erotic photos in the world to me. Just knowing that she took the photo just shortly before going on a date turns me on so much.
"What? Will I have sex with him? Well -- I really think he does expect that since we'll be sharing one hotel room the whole time -- and it's probably something he really needs now, but I promise I'll ask him to use protection. So like I said -- there's no reason for you to be so jealous about it."
Even though your wife seems to think that all she's doing is being a good friend to him, you still can't help feeling jealous and hurt, but there really isn't anything you can do without seeming to be a real jerk about it. It's just that you had always thought that you would be the one who would take her to Hawaii some day, and that it would be a really romantic place for the two of you to visit together. And now you have the pain of thinking about it being a romantic vacation for her -- but without you.