She’s getting too big for the apartment.

The next morning was the first in a long while where Tom wasn’t immediately aware of his wife’s presence the second he woke up. It quickly became apparent that this was because she wasn’t in the bedroom. Instead, all she’d left behind was a note. “Getting too big for the apartment, went here:” followed by an address. Curious about what that meant, he got dressed and headed out to where she’d said, hoping to see exactly what was going on.

It turned out that she’d gone to a public park, and after he drove up, she came out of the woods. By this point, Sarah was a little over ten feet tall, and she looked down at him in a way that made him both horny and more than a little scared. “So, uh, honey, why are you out here?”

Before answering him, Sarah reached out and grabbed him with both hands, lifting him up to her eye-level. Her face was stoic, and he couldn’t tell what she was feeling or thinking. “You did this to me, didn’t you?” Unable to deny the truth of what she was saying, Tom kept silent. “Haven’t you noticed that whatever clothes I wear grow with me? These pants and shirt are the only thing that fit me now. That’s no second puberty, it’s magic, and you haven’t seemed surprised by any of it.” Feeling well and truly caught, Tom just hung his head in shame. “Oh, I’m not mad, tiny boy. I actually love this. Being so big...has been amazing. I’m just a little worried about attention from the wrong people. Make it so no one treats me like a monster, and maybe I’ll still let you help me cum.” That said, she set him down and walked away, leaving Tom to think about this. The coin was supposed to be about her, right? Should he do this for her, or try and reverse it?