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Plot:
You catch me masturbating to macrophilia porn in our living room after you get off of work from your office job which angers, confuses, and disgusts you. You lecture me about getting a job and being more responsible now that I graduated from college – which turns into mild verbal humiliation and domination. Compares me to your co-worker's sons and their accomplishments. Suddenly, you grow several inche...
This is from a custom Audio request. I put in backgrounds from general to video clips that go with the story line.
Contact me for all of your custom requests.
Plot:
You catch me masturbating to macrophilia porn in our living room after you get off of work from your office job which angers, confuses, and disgusts you. You lecture me about getting a job and being more responsible now that I graduated from college – which turns into mild verbal humiliation and domination. Compares me to your co-worker's sons and their accomplishments. Suddenly, you grow several inches taller with your dress clothes expanding with you, which you notice immediately with confusion. You ask me if you just grew taller, if I saw that, and how that happened, etc. You again grow several inches taller much to your panic, asking if I’m doing this to you, discussing how big and swollen you’re getting, asking why you’re growing taller, glancing down and referencing how large your feet are becoming in your dress shoes. You begin to slowly grow taller much to your panic, ordering me to stop growing you as you’re getting close to the ceiling, you don’t want to damage the walls or ceiling, you’re getting too big and too tall, lots of references to your dress shoes growing larger and how big your feet are getting and how large they already were at their original size. You start cussing and moaning, torn between arousal, anger, and panic. You repeatedly order me to stop this or else as you’re not my porno, this not being a joke, and the problems you’re going to have with your new size such as not going to be able to fit through doors, and not having any other clothes that will fit you, etc. Your head reaches the ceiling which arouses you greatly and you internalize the role of growing into a giant. You taunt me and ask if I’m turned on by your Step Dad having a growth spurt and becoming a giant, muscular man just like in my porno. You’re to sit down as you continue to slowly grow taller. Your legs and feet in your leather dress shoes slide across the floor and you notice me fixated on your growing feet causing you to realize I must be into men’s feet. Once they reach the opposite wall you’re to fold your legs as you continue to slowly inch taller. Once your head reaches the ceiling again while sitting, you’re to crane your neck and hunch your shoulders inward. Your growth stops and you order me to worship your feet. Extensive discussion about how large your feet are now in your dress shoes, how you could accidentally step on or crush me, if I like what I’m seeing, ordering me to sniff, kiss, lick, and worship your huge shoes. Eventually you ask me to remove your dress shoes, tease me about needing both of my hands because of how much your feet have grown and taunt that I might not be able to take them off without your assistance. You end up having to assist unlacing and removing them. Ends with dress sock and foot worship and becoming verbally aggressive and domineering.
