To be taller

"I guess I've always wanted to be taller," Ms. Swenson said.

"You have to use the words 'I wish' or it doesn't work," Jeremy informed her.

"Whatever, I wish I was taller," Ms. Swenson scoffed.

Jeremy watched excitedly as like magic, Ms. Swenson began to rise slowly upwards.

"Holy crap!" Ms. Swenson gasped and quickly stood up from her kneeling position. She stared down at her limbs as they elongated before her eyes. Jeremy relished the view as Ms. Swenson's eyeline rose to meet his own and then surpassed it. Because of his half-leaning position against the desk behind him, Jeremy soon had to look upwards at Ms. Swenson. Her head rose higher still, Jeremy's face was in line with her collarbone now. He couldn't help but glance down at Ms. Swenson's tantalizing bust as it ascended closer and closer. Finally the growth slowed and came to a halt.

Ms. Swenson's loomed over Jeremy, her bust hanging directly in front of his face. She had to be at least 7 and a half, maybe 8 foot tall Jeremy estimated. She wasn't outside the realms of human possibility, but definitely abnormally tall for a woman her age.

"I guess you should have specified how much taller," Jeremy chuckled and held out his hand.

"No kidding. I can't believe it actually works!" Ms. Swenson replied incredulously as she handed the rock back to him. She examined herself in Jeremy's nearby closet mirror, twisting her waist around to check all the angles. Her body hadn't changed much except for her limbs becoming longer to achieve her new height. Her blouse and skirt had tightened slightly and now looked ill-fitting, but were still intact.

"Could you be a dear and let me even it out a bit though? I didn't want to be stretched into a gangly basketball player!"