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"Hon, when did you shrink? And why does everything in our home feel like a playset?"

Your wife towered over you like a modern-day Gulliver amidst the Lilliputians, her head mere inches away from making friends with the 12-foot ceiling. One hand cradled her enlarged breast, her face a puzzle of confusion and wonder.

"Feeling a bit dizzy here," she mumbled, her speech slurring as she swayed slightly like a skyscraper in a breeze.

"Darling, I think it might be time for you to lie down," you told her, your voice hinting concern. "I think you have the GTS virus. Let me ring up the doc."

Your cell phone barely made it out of your pocket when a rumble, akin to the sound of distant thunder, echoed from your wife's belly.

"Uh-oh," she barely managed to whisper.

Her body trembled as if she were a marionette on a string. Her sexy aqua lingerie, the one you gifted her last anniversary, ripped apart under the strain of her expanding body. She fell to her knees, suddenly too colossal to stay upright. With a grace befitting her new scale, she reached out and pulled you towards her expanding chest.

Her growth didn't cease. Like a scene from a comic book, she swelled bigger and bigger, reducing your apartment walls to rubble. Her feet broke free, crashing through the walls, while her head shattered the rooftop like it was made of paper. Soon, your apartment was all but a memory and your wife, in all her naked glory, stood tall at 60 feet. Tears welled up in her eyes as you looked up at her.

"I suppose," she said, her voice a trembling whisper, "we're not settling for our usual Netflix and chill tonight, are we?"

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"Hon, when did you shrink? And why does everything in our home feel like a playset?"

Your wife towered over you like a modern-day Gulliver amidst the Lilliputians, her head mere inches away from making friends with the 12-foot ceiling. One hand cradled her enlarged breast, her face a puzzle of confusion and wonder.

"Feeling a bit dizzy here," she mumbled, her speech slurring as she swayed slightly like a skyscraper in a breeze.

"Darling, I think it might be time for you to lie down," you told her, your voice hinting concern. "I think you have the GTS virus. Let me ring up the doc."

Your cell phone barely made it out of your pocket when a rumble, akin to the sound of distant thunder, echoed from your wife's belly.

"Uh-oh," she barely managed to whisper.

Her body trembled as if she were a marionette on a string. Her sexy aqua lingerie, the one you gifted her last anniversary, ripped apart under the strain of her expanding body. She fell to her knees, suddenly too colossal to stay upright. With a grace befitting her new scale, she reached out and pulled you towards her expanding chest.

Her growth didn't cease. Like a scene from a comic book, she swelled bigger and bigger, reducing your apartment walls to rubble. Her feet broke free, crashing through the walls, while her head shattered the rooftop like it was made of paper. Soon, your apartment was all but a memory and your wife, in all her naked glory, stood tall at 60 feet. Tears welled up in her eyes as you looked up at her.

"I suppose," she said, her voice a trembling whisper, "we're not settling for our usual Netflix and chill tonight, are we?"