Sunday Mini GTS Date

You’d been practicing for weeks. Little things first, shrinking mugs, making pencils grow longer. Once, you even managed to make your girlfriend grow six inches. It lasted for a few hours, and she let you indulge in some of your size kink fantasies. She’d been supportive of your strange new hobby from the start, even after the time you tried to make a hotdog bigger and broke every window in the kitchen.

Tonight was supposed to be normal. Just dinner, a date.

She was talking about her new boots as you walked. “Suede, fringe, comfy as hell. Worth every penny.”

You glanced at them, and your imagination betrayed you. Her, taller. Towering. A goddess in those boots.

The thought snapped something loose inside you. Magic surged, crackling in your chest and racing down your arms.

She froze. “Whoa, hey. What the…”

Her shoulders rose. Her head lifted. Her body stretched.

“What’s happening to me?!” she yelped. She looked taller. Easily 6 ft.

Your throat went dry. “Oh god, I think you’re… growing.”

She swung down at you, eyes flashing. “Seriously?! You’re doing this?”

“I swear I’m not trying to! I don’t know how I’m—”

She groaned. “Oh god, look at me! I’m like seven feet tall!”

Her yell carried, rattling the windows. Inside the restaurant, forks clattered against plates. Diners crowded to the glass to watch.

You held up your hands. “Just stay calm.”

“Stay calm?!” she snapped, brushing past seven and a half feet now. “People are staring! They’re already staring!”

Magic pulsed with every thud of your heartbeat. Desire fed it, fueling her ascent. She was massive now, her boots like tree trunks stomping the sidewalk.

You squeezed your eyes shut, desperate. There had to be something to get your mind off her, anything at all.

Across the street, a neon banner caught your eye. SQUASH ON SALE.

You seized on the words, chanting them in your head. Squash, squash, squash… but the thought twisted. You saw her squashing police cars beneath her boots, flattening cabbage carts, towering like a goddess above the city.

The sight of her at eight feet tall in front of you made your chest tighten. She was magnificent. She was a goddess.

“Babe!” she shouted, voice booming. “Focus! I’m still growing!”

She was nearly nine feet tall now.

You jerked your gaze away, forcing the image from your mind. Then your eyes landed on another storefront. A card shop. Posters of Pokémon packs plastered across the window.

Your mind latched onto it. Mr. Mime. That painted-on grin. Those dead eyes. The weird fingers.

What are you hiding, Mr. Mime?

The thought was so disturbing, it derailed every thought in your head. The magic fizzled instantly, cut off like a switch.

She exhaled hard, towering over you, glaring down from what felt like a second story.

“How could you do this to me?” she hissed. “You’ve embarrassed me in public! You’ve made me a monster!”

“You’re not a monster,” you said, heart hammering. “You’re… really hot like this.”

Her lips twitched. She folded her arms, looking down at you with narrowed eyes. “Well. In that case… I am really hungry. A giantess does need to eat, you know.” She smirked. “I’m glad you’re paying tonight.”