Lara was conflicted. On the one hand, this was obviously fake. On the other hand, if it wasn't then she'd be an idiot to take an advantage of it.
"I'm tall and busty," typed Lara.
Oh my god this is almost too easy, said a voice in her head. Lara frowned for a second and decided to ignore that errant thought. Nothing was happening. Lara smirked, stood up and strode to the middle of the room.
"Oooh, look at me," said Lara, lifting the back of her shirt up over her midriff and backwards so that the shirt stretched against her chest. "I'm getting so tall! Look at these breasts, I'm straining at the shirt! Ooo--ooh!" A little tingle was running through her body. She glanced over at Dave, whose amusement was giving way to concern.
"You okay, honey?"
"I-I-oh hell yes I'm okay!" The tingle was intensifying to an electric pulse, spreading out from her chest and down her limbs. Several muscles were twitching oh-so-pleasantly. "Oh, I have no idea what--" she glanced down at Dave again. He looked further down than normal. "Did...did something happen?" Dave's eyes were widening.
"Uh, babe, I think it's--it's." Lara managed to put two and two together and looked down. The floor was getting further away. Her eyes widened as she snatched at her belt. Her pants were starting to tighten in on her as she dropped trou and pulled her legs to freedom. Her view of the still-retreating floor was getting obstructed as her breasts were swelling further and further forwards, replacing her view of the ground with a tableau of expansive, jiggling cleavage. Lara smiled in spite of herself. This was more than what she asked for but she couldn't complain. She hardly noticed the bra strap giving way.
"Holy shit, Dave I'm huge! This is incredible, I'm --ow!" She bent down and rubbed the back of her head as she looked up at the dent she left in the ceiling. "Oh fuck yes," she whispered. She turned back to face Dave. Well, where Dave would have been if she weren't 8 feet tall and packing cleavage she could smuggle a prize-winning watermelon in. She bent over a bit and craned her neck. Dave had backed up into the corner. "Holy shit, Dave, you know what this means?"
"Th-that you're 8 feet tall?" Lara laughed, sending a tsunami through her strained top.
"Well, yeah, but A, I can do this!" She took a few giant steps forwards, relishing the sight and feeling of Dave's head vanishing between her breasts. He put up a token resistance, but was either too horny, baffled or terrified to really try to escape. "And guess what part B: is!"
"Mpphmmmmng!"
"That's right, babe! I can do anything I want!"
"Mmph?!"
"Oh, don't worry cutie," said Lara as she stepped back, "I'll make this fun for you too. If you're good--" she booped Dave on the nose "--I might even let you take a turn!"
"But--"
"Oh, that might be a good idea," said Lara. "Sit down."
"I--Okay--" said Dave as he began to sit.
"Too slow, babe," said Lara, smirking as she lifted Dave off the ground and sat him down in front of the computer. Before Dave could say anything, she turned around and lowered himself onto his lap.
"L--Lara this is a bit too much--" groaned Dave under the strain. Lara grinned and swiveled her hips a bit, grinding herself against her husband's overburdened lap. She could feel something pressing up against her.
"I can feel one thing that disagrees, dear," she said, "But hey, let's see where we go from here. One step at a time, right?"
She turned to face the computer and weighed her options. How to go about this?
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