I stared back with my hands in my pockets and smiled warmly, recalling her delicious cinnamon aroma. Reham shook her head, smirked, and hurried up the steps without another look.
Watching her bound up on those long sleek legs, I realized she was quite tall. Six foot, perhaps? Maybe... she could be a little taller. With a devious grin, I giggled a little as I wished for her to ever so slowly, minute by minute, hour by hour, gently, and pleasantly turn into a big tall lady giraffe. Quite... literally.
That ought to convince her!
We’d be seeing each other again quite soon, I giggled.
* * *
As Reham skipped up the stairs her mind was racing and the encounter with the American guy named Joey got stranger and stranger. She tried to shake it off, ignoring the weird tingle that shot down her spine as she hurried toward the big hall for her professor’s lecture.
It had been... a trick. Yes, a trick from a horny boy trying to win her favour. Nothing more. He had googled her, or stalked her, or something to that effect. It was nothing and she should be careful not to engage with strangers in the future.
She adjusted her Hijab again, panting a little and wondering why she felt so warm and tingly all of a sudden, but she shook it off and headed to the lecture hall, passing through the big doors with several other classmates she didn’t remember the names of and hurrying down the hall to get a good seat.
She wound up sitting mid-row in the circular hall and took out her laptop from her bag for note making. She couldn’t shake the weird twisty feeling in her stomach for some reason, and sighed in frustration. Focus now, she thought, there’s work to do.
The professor was already set up and took stock of the room for a few minutes as he launched the overhead projector on the big screen at the front of the room. The lights dimmed somewhat, and with relief the young tall Arab girl leaned back in her seat and relaxed. The Joey incident began to fade from memory as the professor began to speak.
Economics, charts, social concerns, and an analysis of capitalist history danced by for nearly an hour. All the while, Reham squirmed in her seat every once in a while and wondered why she felt so weird. She couldn’t possibly have known that she had begun to gradually expand in size and height, beginning her hours long journey into becoming the tallest animal in the world. A little swell of her rump here. A little bulge of her already shapely breasts there. An eighth of an inch in height soaking in over twenty minutes. After an hour, the fine dark hairs on her smooth skinned body began to lengthen at microscopic scale. So little and so subtle as to be unnoticeable, but it was all going to add up to something quite substantial over the good course of time.
By the time the lecture was done two hours later, Reham had pages of notes and an unusual snugness in the waist band and thighs of her slacks. As the hall began to empty, she packed up her things and stood for the first time, noticing... something. Something was off. Just a little. She blinked, confused, and looked down at her feet. Her toes were a little cramped in her off brand sneakers, hitting the front of her shoes. Why... did they feel so tight?
She shook her head, deciding she was just being crazy, and grabbed her books. She had quite a bit of home work to do tonight as she worked on her assignments. No time for friends, not that she had any, and no time for messing around.
As she walked out of the hall, her pant legs crept up a little higher as her legs lengthened, hovering just above the top of her shoes. Likewise, her torso was starting to elongate in small amounts as were her arms. Her usually billowy turtleneck sleeves were sitting above her wrist now.
Uncomfortable, tingling, and generally weirded out, Reham began to walk home after the lecture. Her apartment was a few blocks away and it would take about forty minutes to get there.
As she walked down the street she began to notice stranger and stranger things. For one, her whole perspective was off. It seemed like she was taller, which due to her stretching body, longer limbs, and lengthening neck bones was true. From just shy of six foot the changing girl now stood a little over 6’3”, which was quite an increase in so little time. Her shape was changing too. Her hips were wider, her bum was bigger, and her legs were getting longer and longer, the cuffs of her pants rising above her ankle now as the fabric was forced up by her tightening proportions.
She itched the back of her neck absently, failing to notice that little black hairs were climbing up to meet her scalp that hadn’t been there earlier. Had she checked under her sweater, she would have seen the same little hairs growing down her back and starting to cover around her sides.
God, she felt weird. As she approached her apartment she flicked an ear unconsciously, completely missing that it had grown to a point on the side of her head and that indeed, she could flick her ears. She felt... itchy. Warm. Like she had to get out of her clothes. All the while, she grew.
If one had seen Reham at the point she unlocked her apartment’s main door and began to thud upstairs, they would have seen an unusually tall 6’6” woman with a slightly flattened nose and startlingly long eyelashes above and below her eyes. Her clothes looked far too tight and too awkward for her body, with the same dark little hairs starting to emerge around her wrists and her ankles.
By the time she turned the key in her door and stepped in, she knew something was very wrong. She felt taller in the door frame. A quick glance down shocked her. Her pants were above her ankle. Another glance at her sleeves revealed longer arms. Startled, she saw her larger bust and broader chest.
Once she got in, she immediately began to strip, leaving a trail of shoes, socks, clothes, and even her Hijab behind her as she hurried to the bathroom.
Reham stood in front of the mirror completely naked and in shock, gently touching her cheeks and her chin. The figure staring back at her was not her normal self. Far from it, she could see how hairy her skin was and how much more ample her chest was. Far from the beginning or the end of her differences, however, she took in her increased height, the stretch of her proportions, the way her fingernails and her toenails were rapidly turning from a healthy white to a strange hard gray texture.
She pulled back her long flowing black hair and gasped as she saw her ears, which were now big, oval, and coming to a point on top. She brushed the top of her head and felt the start of two bony horns as bumps on either side of her skull.
Her face, though! Her face! Her nose was almost being pressed down, squashing toward her face with the nostrils growing wider and more prominent. Her lips had... pressed forward. Her mouth was a little wider too. Her cheeks seemed further out, more angular. Her eyes had long and lustrous lashes growing out from them. She blinked several times and was startled at their strange and enhanced beauty.
As she watched in the mirror, she realized that as the minutes ticked by she was progressing. She could actually see her face shifting and her body growing. It was strangely weird and erotic. She should be freaking out, she should be screaming and looking for help, but as she hit 6’8” she was utterly fascinated by the process, wondering what was happening to her.
She let out a gasp of realization as her very smart mind put two and two together. Joey... the ring...
She looked down at herself, the growing hairs almost a quarter inch long covering her whole back, the top of her round shapely new ass, and most of her sides. She brushed her hands over the fine coating of emerging fur and giggled as it tickled her palms. Down her long long legs and her curving thighs she felt lean muscle where there hadn’t been before. The same thing was happening over her arms. She flexed and was shocked to see she had growing biceps forming under her thickening skin.
Her neck, though... it was so long. She reached six foot ten and looked down onto the bathroom counter, eyes wide with wonder. She felt the growths on top of her head and gently clutched her now quite big ears, watching them react with a twitching flick.
She raised an eyebrow as the ridges over her eyelids began to grow and the structure of her face continued to animalize. She turned to the side to examine her profile and smiled in fascinated disbelief as she saw that her face was growing longer and longer, her nose and lips pushing forward by the second in... pleasing little bursts. She watched the shape and angle of her face change for several minutes, growing taller, stronger, leaner, lankier, and more inhuman moment by moment.
Almost forty minutes after she had gotten home, a seven foot Reham emerged from the bathroom, ducking a little under the door frame as the top of her ears brushed the top of it, and looking like a strange mix of a hairy, lanky, horse faced woman.
“Joey...” She whispered the name, blinking as she heard her slightly deeper voice, and decided there was little she could do but ride this out and hope for the best.
She stood in the living room, growing ever taller and less human, and stood in the late afternoon warmth of her apartment climbing toward the ceiling. Her hair began to lengthen dramatically, leaving only her chest and midriff bare, and she seemed to be lightening to... was she becoming a blonde? She reached down with thickening fingers and rustled her normally well kept bush, seeing little hints of orange and brown start to fade in to her body hair.
It was all so weird and wonderful that she decided to sit down on her couch and just let it unfold. Sitting in the living room changing in size and species, the formally arab woman could actually hear her bones and her muscles shifting and growing within her 7 and a half foot frame. A strange bump above her butt began to emerge, and as she brushed her slightly shrunken palms and juuust melding fingers over her front, sides, and back she gripped the very start of a growing tail tip.
It was too much. It was too weird. It felt too good. The tall naked quarter giraffe woman looked down at her thick and heavy fingers, starting to sprout hard pointed nails, and then down at her damp pussy lips, tucked between a hairy furry groin.
Well, she shrugged, might as well enjoy it since it feels so good. She began to probe her nethers with alien fingertips and pressed down a thick index finger tip into her wet and ready folds, squeezing down her clit with pressure and starting to circle her fuzzy fingertip over it.
Five. Ten. Fifteen. Twenty minutes went by and the now eight foot woman was gasping, long face aimed up at the ceiling as fur climbed up her now foot long neck and began to cover her front, breasts, and stomach. Her giraffe pattern was beginning to emerge all over her straw golden fur, now quite long and increasing in plush thickness and warmth by seconds.
She opened her eyes during her intense masturbation, feeling her body change and grow, and gasped out loud in shock as she realized what she was becoming. She touched her still growing muzzle in her free hand and let out a ridiculous laugh of delight as her toes began to tingle and pull together into hard cloven hooves.
As she came from the stimulation several minutes later she drew back a huge three fingered hand and felt big powerful muscles flex in rapture as orgasm raced through her. It felt so good she needed another one right away, pausing to look over herself and lick her huge blue tongue over her lips in pleasure. She spread her huge thick thighs and wondered how she could get herself off not that her fingers were stiffening and hardening into hooves as well.
So looked over herself, realizing she was big, strong, and well over eight feet now, but still absolutely small compared to what she was apparently destined to become. Her loins twitched in need, lips puffing up, even her pussy growing bigger, and watched her tail slide down the back of the couch and emerge behind her big butt. She grinned with big teeth and decided that while she was still upright she might as well go get her favourite vibrator to help make the experience even better.
She carefully crawled off the couch, realizing her ankles were rising up now and her thick powerful legs were getting insanely long, seeing her fur – still sparse in places- thickening and getting longer and fluffier. She liked it... she liked the feeling of her changes. The tug on her neck was really picking up now. She paused, crawling across the living room floor, and glanced in the far away bathroom mirror, startled as a full giraffe face stared back at her with wide eyed surprise.
“Ohhh...” she whispered, blinking as a momentary pang of awareness caused her to think that letting her humanity slip away further and further and loving it was ABSOLUTELY WRONG.
She shrugged, her elbows starting to stiffen as the joints bulged and began to change, and decided there was little she could do about this anyway. She knew exactly who and what was doing this to her. She carefully pulled her fully hooved “hands” forward and slid her delicious furry body into the bedroom.
She spied her long pink vibrator at the bedside and realized sheepishly that... she had no hands anymore. But, she did have a three foot long neck and a quite flexible new mouth as she hit ten feet tall and her back legs started to pull in the strangest way. She climbed over the bed carefully, her ballooning weight pressing down on it and making it creak, and felt a rush of excitement as her heart began to swell in her chest to pump blood more efficiently around her larger longer form.
She grabbed her vibrator in her mouth, moaning as her neck shot longer with a lovely stretch, and lowered her head between her tightening arms, which now bent in quite the wrong direction than they used to, closer to front legs than arms anyway.
She used her knobby elbows to grip the base of her toy and was delighted as it buzzed to life and began to vibrate in her mouth. She looked down at her unfathomably tight and peach colored pussy, starting to pull back toward the crack of her large ass, and grinned as she realized she could bend her neck down to reach.
She slipped her vibe inside of herself with ease and held it steady in her mouth, moaning and clenching her eyes as pure pleasure began to burn through her changing body. Another hour blissfully went by. The emerging giraffe had not one but two delicious orgasms in the meantime, neck stretching, all four legs growing, huge tits shrinking, body barrelling. Little by little there almost no human left as a particularly lean and lovely ten foot giraffe masturbated herself on her former bed, her tail slipping down and eagerly wagging from above her shapely thighs, her long legs shaking as she stretched out on her back and held the vibrator planted between her meaty rear.
She grew and grew. She moaned and mmmphed and ooohhed sweetly as it felt better and better. At last, completed, she let out a happy sigh and withdrew her dripping vibrator in her mouth. Panting, Reham the twelve foot giraffe turned over onto her side and felt the last wonderful twinges of orgasm fade. She looked over herself and studied every detail, from her perfectly manicured cloven hooves to the gorgeous splotches of brown and tan over her furry hide.
This sure beat home work! Or indeed, her average every day life.
She giggled a little as Joey’s condition that she enjoy herself was still in effect... what was a giraffe to do?