Slow and Steady, for Now.

Considering your options, you realize you’re in a very unique position here. Felicia is right next to you, yet since you are both sitting down at the table it will be harder for her to notice any changes happening to you, or any relative change in your sizes compared to one another. As for whatever changes you make to her, she made a fatal mistake telling you how unsettled she feels already. As long as you can keep her from realizing the physical changes happening to her as they take place, you feel confident you can either keep Felicia from noticing her changing body, or at the very least gaslight her into thinking that its somehow part of this bad (and soon to get worse) day!

“Its ok to feel off once in awhile”, you try reassuring Felicia “You usually seem so relaxed so I’m sure this is just some sort of bad day. No biggie, right?”

“Well,” She says, looking back up at you, her frown softening, “I guess you’re right. I hope I’m not sick or anything, I feel like the older I get the worse coming down with something feels”

“I'm sure you’re fine, and besides, you’re not that old. And you definitely don’t look it”

For a moment, Felicia looked as if she was going to make a face at you. After all, she has been the target of more than one suggestive comment from you in the past. Even you can admit they weren’t all in good taste, either. But to your surprise, she instead relaxed, and even flashed you a hint of that million-dollar smile: “Thank you, Marcus, that was sweet. I feel like I needed that”.

“Not at all,” you reply, quickly obscuring your comically devilish grin with your tea glass. Is this how the angler feels when luring in prey?

Felicia, seemingly reassured for now, starts going off on a condemnation about so and so neighbor with such and such’s wife. Not that you have ever once shown an interest in Hector and Felicia’s neighbors, but both of them have looked down on you long enough that they feel like its their right to unload on you whenever they feel like.

Funny, one more tap on your phone and you’ll be the one looking down on her. Knowing that the changes will take place almost immediately, you just keep smiling and nodding. Finally, Felicia finally goes to take a big sip of her drink, and you tap away: Another inch and a half from her and an extra three proportional inches from you.

Just as you expected, you feel the familiar sensation start in your chest right away. Bringing your drink up to your lips to mask your reaction, you relish in the pleasant sensation of getting bigger. Once again, you not only grew two inches taller, but your body grew in proportion. Whereas your clothes were snug before, they are noticeably tight now, especially around your crotch as your underwear struggles to keep up with your new, bigger proportions. Though you wont steal a glance just yet, the light, energized feeling you are once again left with confirms that your muscles got just a bit bigger yet again. Thankfully, you notice your gaze only get a little bit higher as your seated position partially hides your growth. Your plan is working, for now at least.

Felicia, on the other hand, must have once again experienced a wave of dizziness come over her, as she has managed to accidently spill her tea all over the front of her dress. Even as she brought the glass to her lips, you watch in awe as it seems that her muscles tighten all at once, and just as suddenly relax, as if deflating.

Incredibly, and even more satisfying than feeling your own growth, you can _watch _Felicia shrink. As her body relaxes, it visibly gets smaller in her chair. Since she is seated, her dress, once completely dominated by her prodigious bust, has become noticeably baggier as it sags downwards over her shoulders, partially exposing a bra strap as the dress fails to adjust itself lower on her body. In fact, your rapidly returning boner takes great pleasure in noticing that you can now just barely see the top of her deep cleavage as her dress no longer qualifies as form fitting. It lasts only a few moments, but with your laser focus on Felicia, you delight in watching as she diminishes, simply taking up less and less space, her head coming up just noticeably shorter than it did the moment before.

Almost as soon as it began, but not soon enough to save herself from making a mess, Felicia manages to partially come-to. With a cute little “eep!”, her body goes through a delayed effort to keep from pouring tea all over itself.

You are able to feign surprise well enough as you offer her a napkin from across the table, which she, caught up in her bewilderment, completely ignores. We'll just see how long she can keep ignoring you at this rate, you think to yourself.

By your reckoning, you are now just about 6'0, with an even more toned body to boot. Felicia, on the other hand, has shrunk down to about 5'7. Not a huge difference, but considering you were once nearly half a foot shorter than her, if you wanted to keep up the ruse, you had to come up with something quickly lest she caught on. Considering your newfound muscle, who knows what else has changed.

Or, you could skip straight to rubbing it in her face. Besides, you think as you brush a hand against the tent in your pants, feeling downright stuffed in your now too-small underwear, it’s not the only thing you want to rub in her face.