Mini-Giantess. 8' 4". Muscles hard, but preserving a feminine outline.

The difference was unmistakable. 5' 7" was tall for a woman. Over 6' was uncommon, over 7' was rare for human beings regardless of their sex. "E" cup breasts were uncommon and often a source of back problems.

But what was happening to your girlfriend now was entirely entirely new territory.

You saw her grow 3" before your eyes the night before. You were still looking down at her when she was 5' 7". But now she looked down to you from more than two feet over you. You were eye level with her still still huge breasts, which had swelled only in proportion to her height. They were now, apparently, gravity defying, sitting on her chest round and pert as a pair of oranges the size of basketballs. Everything else about lacked anything beyond bare-minmum body fat.

Did standard expectations of human anatomy and medicine even apply here? How is it that your Carrie could be this impossible goddess standing over you?

You realized that you had been staring in amazement at your towering amazon. Carrie had noticed, she started showing off her body proudly. She still had a feminine outline and looked more like a giant-sized female athlete than a body builder.

As she twirled and giggled girlishly, she also flexed. Her thighs and butt buldged with tone muscles, and her slender waist rippled with wash-board abs.

"So, are you going to measure me or not?" She said teasingly.

You shake yourself out of your trance as she hands you the measuring tape.

You stand on your toes this time, and stretch above you until you find the right matk on the tape, right at the top of Carrie's scalp. "Eight feet, four inches." You gasp.

"Wow! You did give me a lot to work with!" Turning to you and swaddling you with her strong arms, she whispered in your ears, "Do you like your giantesses, submissive or dominant?"