Mark once again selected Eve’s height. He slide the bar to the right and watched the value increase. He liked tall women. But, how tall should me make her? They were on the second floor and inside his bedroom, he couldn’t go crazy with her height, even if the idea excited him. Quickly googling some statistics, Mark had the info he needed. Hitting apply, Eve groaned in excitement as she felt herself grow again.
Her top once again filled as her torso elongated and her jeans began to cling to her legs as they lengthened. The growth was quick. Soon, the seams along Eve’s pants began to pop as her calves and thighs increased in proportion with her height. Grunting in pain, Eve tried to stay still as the pressure on her legs became very unpleasant. A loud ripping noise followed by Eve’s relieved sigh filled Marks room as her jeans popped open along the seams length. Eve giggled in arousal as she looked down at the tattered remains.
“Sorry, I guess I should have told you to take them off first,” Mark blushed.
“No. I wanted to burst out of them. I wanted you to make me so big they couldn’t contain me anymore. How big am I?” Eve asked.
“8 feet tall exactly. I wanted you to be able to walk indoors,” Mark explained.
“That’s all? Okay,” Eve said, disappointment clear in her voice.
“How tall do you want to be?” Mark asked, fear and excitement in his words. Eve smiled at Mark greedily.
“You could never make me too tall,” she assured, her eyes burning with arousal, “but this isn’t about me. This is about what you want.”
Marks face and neck were completely red and his pants were struggling to contain the bulge in his crotch. “Stand up,” Mark ordered. Eve gave a sultry smirk as she put her hands on the floor and straightened her legs. The rags of jeans just barley reached below her knees. Then, she began to lift her torso upwards. Slowly, teasingly. Just as Mark wanted, her head just brushed against the roof as she stood fully upright. Her shirt barely qualified as she only reached half way to her belly button. Eve’s grin couldn’t get any bigger as she put both palms flat against the ceiling.
“Watch out for doorways,” Mark warned. Eve’s eyes sparkled as she looked her “big” brother. She licked her lips as she wordlessly begged for more.