"Hey, wait a second!" Eileen blinked again, her gaze fixed on Ty in sheer astonishment. "Did... have you already transformed yourself? You weren't exercising at all, were you?"
"Uh... no, ma'am." Ty gulped, offering a sheepish smile. "No, I wasn't."
"Incredible!" Eileen gasped. "And you... you minimized Dustin. You made him small?" She delicately held her fingers up and brought them together with an adorable expression of enthusiastic disbelief.
"Well, not exactly. I sort of made him... small. Like a little boy," Ty explained, on the verge of laughter.
"You made him younger?!" Eileen squealed. "Oh my God! That's incredible!"
"Yeah..." Ty realized the extent of his abilities. "But it felt wrong. Because I didn't just make him young; I also altered... like... the fabric of the universe."
Eileen covered her mouth with her hands, her eyes widening further.
"I made it so that he had always been that way. And everyone believed it had always been like that. But it felt wrong." Ty recalled that unsettling sensation.
"Ty!" Eileen began, her voice tinged with intrigue. "Can you enhance my height, you know make me taller?"
"What?" Ty responded sharply, snapped back to the present. "Uh..."
"I want to tower like those basketball players," Eileen explained, gesturing to the NBA. "The ones in the NBA."
"Not the WNBA?" Ty wondered, curious about Eileen's preference.
"The average height of WNBA players is around 6 feet," Eileen began, her tone explanatory. "While the average height of NBA players is around 6 feet 6 inches," she clarified, "It's evident who's taller."
"You want to be 6 feet 6 inches?" Ty asked, a hint of confusion in his tone.
"Yes," Eileen replied, "I'm sure you understand, Ty. Being shorter than everyone at 5 foot 2 inches, I've always dreamt of looking down, at least physically, to someone."
Ty empathized; he knew the struggle of feeling small and the desire to be larger. "Are you sure about this, Mrs. Paulson?" he inquired.
"Moved on from the 'Ma'am business' to this 'Mrs. Paulson business,' have you?" Eileen teased. "I told you to call me Eileen, Ty."
"Alright... Eileen," Ty acknowledged. "Are you sure you want to be tall like that?"
"I just want to give it a try," Eileen assured Ty.
"O-Okay," Ty took a deep breath. He fixed his gaze on Mrs. Paulson, whose eyes widened, and he closed his own eyes, concentrating on the transformation. He willed Mrs. Paulson to reach a height of 6 feet 6 inches.
The stunning Brazilian woman gasped sharply, her visage contorting into the most profound expression of shock and bewilderment ever witnessed. Seated in her chair, she locked her gaze onto Ty, her mouth agape as her body elongated, her legs extending from her dress, her midriff stretching the fabric of her shirt, and her arms emerging from their sleeves.
With deliberate movements, Eileen regained her balance, towering above Ty. She peered down at him, her eyes glimmering with wonder.
"H-How does it feel?" Ty whispered, barely audible.
Eileen bit her lip, eyes wide, suppressing the pleasure she wanted to express audibly. "It... it feels amazing, Ty."
"You appear considerably tall," Ty remarked, stating the obvious.
"You appear remarkably small and cute," Eileen replied, her gaze softening. "Even with your enhanced physique which I know you didn't train to get, I feel this undeniable urge to envelop you in a hug and wrap my arms around you." The statement held a maternal sort of affection that Ty found himself enjoying.
"Say Ty," Eileen began, could I ask you for another favour?"
"What?" Ty asked a bit too caught up in the Brazillan Beauties new form to initially process Eileen's request. "I suppose," he offfered.