As we walked to the mall, I could practically feel Michelle's embarrassment at the looks people were giving her.
Poor Michelle looked ridiculous. She had literally stretched taller, and at her new height of 7'8" tall her slim already lanky body looked like a pulled elastic. Add to that her poorly fitting clothes. No wonder people were staring! I loved her at the height she was, though, but wouldn't mind her a little more proportional.
I wished Michelle's body would gain back her original proportions and shape while at her new height, retroactively growing her into her new size.
"J-Joe..." Michelle gasped. "I feel weird again."
"Here..." I pointed down an alley. "Quick." I wished nobody would see us there.
Michelle put her back to the red brick wall of a building and began to pant. "I feel..." She stretched, not taller, but more even. Her torso seemed to grow, her skinny limbs thickened. Her clothing strained against a much bigger body. "Oh God!" She whimpered, hearing the seams of her pants popping. "What's happening to me now?"
"You're catching up to yourself!" I offered, amazed by seeing this process unfold.
Both cuffs of her jeans popped and tore, and she winced as the pants began to split right down the sides. "Oh shit!" Her shirt rode up to below her now scaled up breasts, accentuating them tightly, and her shoes tore apart from her bigger feet. Her jacket tore away just as easily, shredding itself and falling down her arms in tatters.
She stared down at herself, her half ruined clothes, and then down at me. "Joe..." She saw me staring, and blushed deep red. "I-I don't know what's happening! Help me!"