You aim the remote at Emily's belly button and gently push the growth button. Like with the television, it's hard to tell that anything is happening at first, but then you notice her bare feet slowly creeping toward the edge of the bed. There's still plenty of room left when you pull your thumb away. Even though she's a heavy sleeper, there's still a chance that Emily might feel the sheets move beneath her and wake up, so you don't want to make her too big. A little bigger wouldn't hurt, though.
"Mmm," the girl moans after putting on another inch.
You immediately stop and take a step back, mind racing to come up for an excuse as to why you're standing in her room, watching her sleep. Emily's eyelids tremble for a second, then she rolls over so that she's facing you with a grunt and begins to snore softly. Unconfined by a bra, her large breasts force the tank top up a little higher, enough that you can see a hint of areola. Only seconds later, the girl's nipples stiffen beneath the white fabric.
"Must be a good dream," you tell yourself silently. "Maybe she's thinking about Mitch."
Pointing the gun at her stomach again, you place your thumb over the growth button so that it barely brushes against the fleshy surface. How big would you say she is now? At a guess, you'd place her at about five-foot-nine. Definitely taller than that dorky boyfriend of hers, that's for sure, but still a solid inch shorter than yourself. Just a few seconds more and she could take your place as the tallest in the house, at least until your father returns home. It's not like she'd stay that way. All you have to do is hit the restore button and she'll fall back to her original height.
A thought occurs to you. How funny would it be to let Emily wake up and find herself at this size? The girl would absolutely flip. Then, before she could show anybody, that's when you shrink her back down to normal. No one would believe such an impossible story. Everyone would think she'd lost her mind.
You stand there, goosebumps forming on the backs of your arms, until you finally decide to…
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