Threaten Stacy some more

You stand up and walk over to Stacy's office to get her to deal with your chair issue, which is really her issue too according to company policy. Not that you've read company policy much, but it really should say that. You knock loudly on her door, and barely wait for her to open the door before you speak.

Sophie: "Stacy, it turns out my new size requires new accommodations. Specifically, a better chair for my desk. A bigger desk wouldn't hurt either, on that note."

Stacy peeks her face through the door slit, hoping it's not you, but it is.

Stacy: "Aww hell... See the thing about that is, we don't got the funds. The policy is from 2004, and it was written with the intention that any applicants over 6 and a half feet tall would be rejected, so we wouldn't have to buy chairs like that."

Stacy's eyes go a little wide as her gaze wanders back to you.

Stacy: "But uh, that's not gonna fly with you, is it?"

Stacy panickedly looks around her office.

Stacy: "Tell you what, you can have this sofa! Barely anybody uses it anyhow. Do you... need help moving it?"

Your eyes light up a little when Stacy offers her sofa; it's still not exactly your size, but it'll still fit better, and it looks way more comfortable than your office chair.

Sophie: "Oh, nice! I think this'll do, thanks. Don't worry, I'll get it back to my cubicle."

In a subtle flex, you lift the whole sofa onto your arms and carry it easily to its destination. Real-life giants are almost always enfeebled by their uncontrollable growth, but you seem even fitter than before.

As much as it would still be nice to have a bigger desk, having a whole sofa to sit on makes up for it for now. You get a decent amount of work done before it's time for lunch. You head out to your car, but upon remembering how uncomfortable it was to drive it here, you start to wonder if you can run faster with your larger size, and take off toward the nearest fast food restaurant.

Your athletic abilities are magnified commensurate to your growth. You can run at around +15% your previous top speed, though this difference comes solely from having longer legs. To you, it still feels exactly as running at your previous top speed. What's more notable is that you don't seem to get tired nearly as easily either, despite being notoriously flabby.

People in the streets look at you as you pass. You don't look like a regular tall person, because your proportions are the same. You imagine that this will become much less jarring when/if you grow beyond the confines of what's possible for humans.

Your office isn't far off from the city center, the restaurants of which are reliant on the hordes of hungry blue collar workers. You go to your regular place for lunch, a bistro called McGuffin's Muffins, and order a bacon and eggs footlong. After receiving the food, it strikes you how small the portion looks, so you order a second one, and eat them back to back. You don't worry about the prospect of increasing grocery bills - you're sure that you can leverage Stacy for a raise as well.

As you eat, you can't help but notice how people stare and ogle at you. The attention is almost intoxicating. They whisper in hushed tones, secretly film you for posting on the internet, they blush and readjust themselves in their seats. It's turning you on as well. You finish your meal and gracefully exit the bistro.

You know a back alley nearby, but you're not really the type of person to do that kind of-... oh, too late. You're already giddily touching yourself with your skirt at your feet.

The attention, the awe, the constant feeling of being the center of attention, the POWER, the sheer aura... It all comes crashing down upon you, and you reach an orgasm within a minute of starting.

Thirsting for more, you go again, and again! Three orgasms, not even five minutes apart. Gawd it feels good to be you, you think.

It's only then that a problem arises. You realize that you've grown again. It's difficult to say, but you estimate that you're now about ten feet tall, which happens to be exactly correct. Your clothes no longer fit you at all - your shirt and blouse are torn apart, and your skirt would rip if you tried to pull it up a single leg.

You may be letting your growth go to your head, but you're not quite ready to break public indecency laws by being seen naked. You take what remains of your skirt and your blouse and try to stretch them over your nipples and vulva, tying them in place so at least you're not completely naked. You may look like a stereotypical stone age woman, but at least you're a babe.

You step out of the alley and start heading back to work, hoping to further intimidate and/or arouse anyone to refrain from calling the police in the event that your excuse for an outfit falls off before you get there.

Your office comes into view faster than you would've anticipated. Thank goodness, because your presence causes cars to skid off the road.

You manage to crawl inside the office lobby. Stacy comes running downstairs as you do, apparently having heard the approach of your footsteps.

Stacy: "Oh no, you're not coming in here, missy! Our floors can't handle your weight. I'm gonna..."

Stacy considers her options.

Stacy: "T-tell you what, how about I send you home on disability? That'll keep both our skins firmly intact."

You shrug and smile.

Sophie: "Sure, far be it from me to say no to a day off! See you later, Stacy! Let me know when you figure out my accommodations! Maybe I can finally work from home like I wanted to in the first place!"

You turn around and start crawling back through the exit, giving Stacy a good view of your mostly uncovered butt, and stand up to start running home, as there's no way you'll fit in a car at this point.

Unfortunately, your home is several miles away from work, so it would still be quite an ordeal to get home on foot even at this size, and especially while naked. You figure that it's better to masturbate even more, so that you'll grow to a size where you can reach home in a few steps. You head down the next deserted alley you can find and rip off what little you're wearing to indulge in your horniness.

You imbecile. You numbskull. What will you be doing at home? You couldn't fit in through the front door at this size, let alone if you grow even further. Stupid, stupid!- Ah, your hormones have raced ahead of your reasoning, and you're already masturbating without an idle thought to hamper your progress. Typical.

Again, you cum, again you grow. The growth seems to be geometric in nature, as after only two orgasms, you're 17 feet tall. On the plus side, at this size you'd be strong enough to carry your car home with you. On the downside, you won't be needing a car anymore. Or is that really such a downside? Striding around the city, with the cool drafts of the inter-building chasms tickling your body, feels so lovely...