The notification on your phone worried you. It said the door to your research lab at home had been opened, but you were certain you had locked it. You fired a text off to your wife asking if she'd been in. When she hadn't replied after a few minutes you panicked and rushed to the airport. You were lucky to get a seat on the next flight home - you hoped your luck would hold.
The reason for your concern had started a few weeks ago, you'd finally cracked what you'd been working on for years - a growth serum. Officially it was intended to help agriculture and farming but your personal interests were what drove you - you loved tall women. It was what originally drew you to your wife, she was almost as tall as you. However, in recent years your interest in her was fading, you worked alongside many younger women at the University - some of who were taller than your wife. The growth serum was a chance to change all that.
Your wife was keen to be your guinea pug - she was aware that your eyes had started to wander recently. You'd given her a small dose and brought her up to your height. You'd had a week of passionate love making before she suggested she have another dose. You couldn't see the harm and dosed her up to being a foot taller than you. You were in heaven but it was only a few days until she started suggesting again that she should have another dose. She became irate when you said she was tall enough. You realised she was now stronger than you when she grabbed you and forced you to dose her bigger against your will. She was clearly getting addicted to getting bigger and it was becoming impossible to deny her.
You were glad when the conference came round, it gave you the perfect excuse to get out of the house and across the country. While away it gave you time to think. Your wife was crazy, maybe it was time you left her. Plenty of the girls at the University held a flame for you - sure, they weren't as tall as your wife but you could fix that now. Maybe you could make yourself a bit bigger too, just to avoid the same problems arising again. It was when you were pondering this that you got a text from your wife asking if she could have the code for your lab. You responded back to say no. You knew she wanted in to get her fix - you sent a follow up text saying you were cutting her off for her own good. She'd sent an angry reply accusing you of wanting to hoard the serum for yourself and your 'whores'. You'd been married too long, she knew the way you thought.
It was not long after you received the last message that the alert about the lab door being opened came through. While sat on the plane you wondered if the alert had been a mistake, the code was impossibly long and your wife's fingers were probably too big to punch the codes in now anyway. The door was reinforced so there was no way she could have broken in... at least, not before you'd started dosing her. You'd forgotten to factor in her increased strength. Your stomach sank - the door would have been like cardboard to her now. Your only hope was that she wouldn't have found serum in your mess of a lab. You knew you shouldn't have your phone on but you needed to send one final text to your wife, "My flight lands in 15 minutes - please don't do anything before I come home, xxx".
You were nearly home when you heard gasps from along the plane and saw people gawping out of the windows. You turned to see what they were looking at and saw your wife emerging from the clouds. She was enormous and still growing. She spotted your plane and smirked.
"Hey fucker!" her voice boomed across the sky, rocking the plane worse than any turbulence.
She gave you both middle fingers as she continued to grow.
Your luck was definitely out.
Meta: I always have respect for collagers who can do the whole view through a window look, I don't know if its worked here. I hoped the light shining off the glass overlapping the model would sell it but now I'm not sure. Thanks to ripstang for providing some of the cut outs I used in this collage from the giantess city forum.
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