Her machine allowed you to modify her body with your mind. She hooked it up to you so she could become your dream girl - but you loved your geeky wife just the way she was.
"Is this is it? I'm just the same!" she complained, "Come on - do something!"
"Ummm... ok then." was your dumb reply as you tried to think of anything you would change.
Tentatively you upped her breasts a few cup sizes.
"There, hows that honey?" you asked, proud with your handiwork.
But it wasn't enough for her, "This isn't working, you're being too reserved. Tell you what... lets try something else."
She marched over to you and tinkered with the device connected to your head. After a few moments she'd finished and stepped back.
"What did you do?" you asked as she looked expectantly at you.
"I swapped it to use your subconscious thoughts as a template - I wanna know what you really want." she explained before excitedly squealing, "Ooooh, the changes are starting - I can feel them... and they feel big this time!"
Your jaw hung open as you watched the figure of your wife morph before your eyes. Her clothes ripped as insane curves burst out of them from everywhere. Her breasts quickly overtook her head in size, her ass plumped out behind her until they were as equally humongous and she grew taller and taller the whole time.
The changes eventually slowed when your wife was nearly double your size. You didn't know where all the extra mass for her now massive body had come from - you just knew it had gone to all the right places.
Your wife inspected her huge body with a look that was equal parts satisfaction and excitement. When she was done she slapped her gigantic booty causing a deafening reverberating clap to show her approval of your changes - before changing her attention back to you.
"So this is want you really want huh?" she teased shimmying her new curves in front of you, "I like it, but to be honest... its still kinda tame compared to what I was expecting."
Almost as soon as she finished her sentence her eyes widened in realisation that something was happening - her body was growing again.
"Wait, I'm still getting bigger? Oh honey..." she cooed as her growth accelerated. Soon she was having to duck to avoid hitting the ceiling, then had to drop to all fours. She quickly surpassed being triple her original size, then reached quadruple shortly after.
"Honey?" she asked, wracked with worry, "Can you please stop? I'm running out of room, plus - I'm not sure how reversible these changes are going to be."
But that's the thing with your subconscious, you don't really have much control over it.
Meta: Brittany Elizabeth constantly pumps out photos that are perfect for making giantess shots from. Her enjoyment of having extreme dimensions translates really well to someone who would enjoy being big all round.
I've had this idea for this caption for a while. I love my wife how she is, even if given the option I wouldn't change a thing about her. But in my head is all this love of extreme sizes - if my subconscious was in charge who knows what would happen?
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