☆Bri's captions ☆

Oh, golly... This is probably related to one of my captions... Uh... I seldom remember them.

The sound of Cam's bones cracking and joints popping made it next to impossible to sleep next to her. Still, I tried to comfort her and be a supportive lover. No matter how weird I found her hobby.

She groaned and stretched every day. Public or private. Completely obsessed with herself. So obsessed. As a joke, I told Cam the only gift I could ever hope to give her that would make her truly happy is more of her. She didn't realize I was joking and I could tell by her look of realization I had awoken something primal in her.

So, begrudgingly I scowered all available markets, both on and offline to find anything that wasn't a scam or illegal. I didn't need the former but most everything that made someone bigger was *very* illegal. If Cam was any less conceited I wouldn't've done it.

Her excitement warmed my heart and she adored that I went out of my way for her so far. Every inch, heck, every centimeter I watched her giggle and blush and smile so wide that it looked like it hurt. It wasn't pleasant on the ears and it... looks painful... But she's so happy that I couldn't possibly care.

Since the shrinking virus hit, it's been a real test of character to see who is and is not a morally depraved person. Nobody thinks they're evil until they can do whatever they want with several of their family members. Still, eventually a vaccine began to be distributed, well... Less a vaccine and more an antidote.

The antidote simply grew the person 5 feet taller, which, for those affected was a dream come true. It didn't cost anything and would be delivered by mail. One such shrunken folk had a normal wife named Kriss. Kriss was so happy with her new comparative size, she picked up the habit of wearing sexy lingerie and looking down at her partner with an almost predatory look.

Kriss was only growing crueler and crueler the longer her poor significant other remained shrunken. Less willing to accept small mistake and more willing to punish. Keeping things on higher shelves, walking right through them and Kriss even has gone so far as to refuse to let them leave the house. With some excuse about hawks.

When the antidote finally came, the only person who could reach the mailbox was Kriss, who shook the unmarked package before asking, "What *is* this?"

"It's the antidote to the shrinking virus. I'm gonna go back to normal!"

"Oh..." She threw it on the ground. Smashing it to pieces. "Oops."

Her partner's heart was shattered with the package. That was their ticket to normality gone in an Instant. Despite hardening heart, Kriss still decided to give her shrunken partner a chance to call on the big phone to have another delivered.

It didn't even take a week. The package was identical and Kriss would have been fine to simply give the package to her partner but her partner's big mouth accidentally said.

"Be careful! Don't accidentally use it on yourself!"

"It... works on me..?"

"Yeah, you would waste it though." The shrunken partner was surprised by the frantic yank of the box away from them.

"I could be *bigger?*"

Much more the latter than the former, my process consists of seeing the image that arouses me and using that stream of consciousness to imagine what world justifies the captured girl.

I have a million-billion things I wanna say to anyone who wants to get started writing! But here's the non-obvious lessons I learned the hard way!

Well, I certainly procure them, I guess I don't really *make* anything... But I've taken images for transformative caption purposes all this time. I just think images of pretty girls are cool, and I've never super considered where they come from!

Some of them have been from ads I got, some of them are screenshots of videos or thumbnails. All that really mattered to me was them being a large lady or being from below angled!

AI's facilitated that, by way of essentially letting me make a bunch of meaningless images that I can append to my stuff at will!

No caption, but I *will* answer most anything sent to me today, and be cleaning out my inbox! Here's a few basal ones, that I need to get outta the way first~ 1.) I am 5' 5". 2.) I'm in college for illustration. 3.) I'm single, and *very* lesbian. (Link from LOZ is cute, tho.)

If anyone asks these questions to me again, they're getting ignored, hope you understand! ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

"Ahh, this is the life! Isn't it?" Taylor asked her tiny man-servants. "Yes, goddess. Yes!" They frantically affirmed her, knowing very well the consequence of disobedience. Taylor only needed to get someone to break up with her to use her ability. It was a power worth trading her soul for, she figured.

Taylor's vacation was filled with questions from others... Why was she so tall? Why were her "children" so scared of her? Why was she dragging them around like little boy puppets? Like water off of a ducks back she simply laughed them off.

Taylor enjoyed her island getaway as anyone else might if they had 10-odd smaller ex boyfriends worshipping them hand and foot. Like a queen. They knew they had no chance surviving in normal life anymore so the best they could hope for is the off chance that Taylor took mercy on them and kept them alive.

Taylor wasn't very motherly to them. She was demanding, and had grown much accustomed to being served hand and foot. This was so routine to her it wasn't even special. Her expectation was that she would get what she wanted or ELSE. That else, usually entailed being smothered or crushed.

Even when she found a delightful boyfriend yet again, her expectations of him were unorthodox. Treating him as less a peer and more another servant. He questioned her why she kept calling him "normal sized" but shrugged it off as her just being freakishly tall. When he inevitably told her that it didn't seem like things were working out, she wasn't the least bit angry...

She'd just gained an 11th member to a very special club.

Problem of Evil [Goddess TF Caption]

"Yes~ DIE FOR ME! You insignificant little parasite! You LIVE to please me, so why not die for me?!" The muffled cries of Anna's most recent sacrifice were snuffed out quickly by the dagger hitting the stone altar through the victim with a satisfying *clink.* The soul seeped deep into Anna who took it in graciously.

"All that matters is *me!* I *will* ascend to godhood, I *will* become beautiful..." The mantra she'd told herself since she started her cult became closer and closer to reality. Anna's routine was simple. Indoctrinate her small group of child acolytes, drug her adult acolytes, use them how she pleased but most importantly... End their lives on the ritual altar to accept their soul into hers.

It didn't even feel good, in fact, it hurt. Anna suffered continually for no better reason than the pursuit of eternal power. Eventually, after countless hours and almost a decade of ritual sacrifice. She allowed her mortal body to perish, accepting the power of the thousands of souls which clung to her into her spirit.

She woke with a start in a plane beyond description. She didn't hurt. In fact she didn't feel much of anything... The only thing to see was a small cyan and green marble in the center of the room. Earth.

So destructable! SO WEAK AND POWERLESS TO HER GODHOOD. Finally, she had everything she wanted. Anna's spirit could level the entire planet. Leaving it as smoldering rubble for her own amusement. And yet, she didn't.

For all her rhetoric and greed, it was almost beautiful. Watching countless lives live and die through years. Bonds and deaths, births to cultures she never saw in her mortal life.

"How could I... ruin this..?"

It humbled her. The idea of the world going on without her didn't frighten her anymore. In fact, she found it peaceful. Her hectic life making others suffer was absolutely meaningless on a macro scale.

She watched her old acolytes live and die. Their children, their children's children and their children to. Fighting to avoid rotting then rotting away. It made her giggle.

Every-so-often she would find a small human and imbue them with a disproportionate amount of energy, making them better, bigger, faster, smarter, stronger. She found it so... eye opening to watch them die. Their lives were so brilliant and yet, life moved on.

She mostly sat and watched, though. It was more comforting that way. Days turned to years, turned to centuries, turned to millenia. Before she knew it, nothing remained. Nothing she knew at least. Not even life.

Anna envied that which died, for now she realized that her godhood simply meant that no one could save her. There she sat, in a plane beyond planes unable to waste away. She was content.

Every cell in my body was screaming to do something, but, of course, I didn't. I couldn't tell the story if I did. Instead I froze up.

I didn't know it back then but Eva was a size-shifter. Looking back, I think she was just trying to be helpful. She saw something amiss on the roof, and, rather than making someone normal grab a step ladder, she just decided to grow in public to fix it, just this once, while no-one was looking.

So when I walked into the room and saw Eva had turned into a titaness by the time I came back, I just stood there, she stood there, both of us shocked by the same thing but for different reasons.

She deflated down and essentially resigned herself to the fact she was busted. My friends came back, and her friends came back. We all sat down, and she told me later she expected me to say something. To out her as being some kind of freak.

But, I didn't.

See, truth be told, and don't tell your mother I said this... I wasn't frozen because she was colossal or even because I'd never seen a size-shifter before. I wasn't scared of her, and I didn't want to run away...

I froze up 'cause she looked so damn cute.

Bonnie loved to tease me by growing in public. She knows it embarrasses me but as a size-shifter, she only has to care about regular people if she feels like it and my being her significant other doesn't change that.

She loves her clothes ripping off her body, and the sensation of wind becoming more fierce, despite the fact she's showing an egregious amount of skin, in fact, more skin that anyone else even *has!* Modesty, I suppose is a normal person problem, and those fears leave you when you can tower over your mom and dad since 7.

She looks down at me, taunting me to chastise her. She's grown to love the sensation of being disciplined because she finds it endearing. The idea that anyone could do anything to her is so ridiculous as to be comedic.

After she's done with her little outburst she offers her hand to me, which is about the size of my entire torso and just expects me to keep walking. I couldn't possibly match her gait or even see since her shadow would blot out most light.

I only have one tool in my arsenal, to keep Bonnie in what could maybe vaguely be called line...

Not giving her the satisfaction.

I don't even look up at her. She calls out in increasing desperation for my attention, and I simply ignore her.

She's learned 2 things, however true. She won't touch people while she's big because she doesn't want to hurt them, and she really lives for attention. Her love language is quality time, that's the only power I have over her.

She stamps her feet and gets louder and louder trying to make me react, but that's exactly what she wants, so I neglect her. Waiting patiently for her to get bored, as she always does. Paying literally no mind to anyone or anything watching us or Bonnie herself.

Eventually, as usual, she begins to shrink back down with a big pout on her face, back to a sensible size.

"You win..." She hugs me, and I hug her back.

" Just keep pumping. *Ah~* Don't stop. *Never stop.* Yes, *you...* I'm talking to *you.* You're doing *such* a good job, making me *bigger.* It may not mean much to you, what you're doing... But it means the world to me. I hope you forget me, then find me again and feed me that intoxicating attention~"

"I wonder how I've found *you* specifically. Am I a dream, a post on the internet, a trusted friend~? I don't really keep track of all the ways I get attention anymore. All that matters is that *you.* Specifically *you.* Feed me. Make me bigger, make me *better!* Worship me, like your *god...*"

"I can feel what you're doing. I always can, however small. Devoting your intoxicating attention to me. Pumping and pumping more to me, my image... It's all I could ever ask of you. It's all that *really* matters~"

"I want to see you tomorrow, and the next day, then the next ad infitum. Please keep me treasured, however I look to you, know that I love you, I *need* you~"

"You're cute~"

I was much too starstruck to say anything. Seeing an Astrogirl in person was mind breaking. She was twice my size and four times as beautiful. Astro was a company commercializing gene manipulation for children to incredible results. I had to say something.

"Am... I in your way, ma'am?"

"Ma'am?" *She giggled. "I'm 18~ If you were in my way, I'd move you."

Her coaquettish nature sent shivers down my spine. She was just having fun. I didn't want to embarrass myself around her. I felt like I was making every mistake possible, but she found me endearing.

"N... nice to meet you."

"Don't be nervous, actually, *do...*" She broke the touch barrier by leaning down and smothering me in her hair, to pat me on the head like a toddler. "Are you going to be that small forever~?"

"Yeah..."

"Cool! You're so lucky~"

It seems like I could do no wrong for this gal. She just kept complimenting me, and my every word was gold to her. In the moment, I felt like a floundering fish.

"Are you going to hurt me?"

"Do you want me to~?"

"N... no?"

"Then probably not~"

Before I could shuffle out of her shadow, she stopped me and picked me up by my armpits.

"Can you tell me more about your strange height? What's it like being... YOU sized?"

There's no way to prepare yourself for being just... bigger. Not that that stopped everyone from trying. Doctors knew for YEARS before it was going to happen that Camille was bound to be taller than most girls. Something about overproduction of HGH and her bone plates having a rare genetic mutation. Camille wasn't a sciency sort.

Camille was put into specific classes from a young age teaching that everyone was equal. Nobody is better than anyone else just because they're taller. The message was instilled in her since she was five. But even so, the effect of far too much power on a young girl's psyche is much too potent to be trained out of her.

Camille's physical aggression was directly proportional to her height. As was her ego, and simultaneously her insecurity. Being so different from other girls was more a danger for the other girls than Camille, who could not be trained to stop grabbing and hitting others. She had no compassion for smaller life forms. Especially ones that weren't ostensibly cute. This continued into her adulthood despite her claims she's outgrown that childish behavior.

She was arrested on battery and assault charges once a month. She couldn't fathom she had done something wrong, going so far as to casually mention in an interrogation about a recent domestic abuse charge. "He was petulant. He needed to be trained. Nobody told him how to behave around me."

This became known as the Camille complex. A direct antithesis of the napoleon complex. One who was born with significantly more stature proportionally loses empathy and respect for anyone born smaller than them.

Reasons to Tip Sweetie-Bri

1.) She's not working right now.

2.) She needs it more than you.

How about a caption about a woman who finds out how to grow by disenfranchising money from people and then she finds out how to get money by doing the same to corporations. And then she gets very big by doing the same thing to governments?

Upward Mobility [Giantess Growth Caption Commision]

Despite the process being BAFFLINGLY simple, Veronica was an airhead and requested myriad re-explanations of how her new implants worked. The scientists had perfected explaining it in 2 sentences for her as they awaited the dreaded 7-word sentence.

"So... What did you do to me exactly?"

"Imagine that inside of your body is a bunch of little house guests! These guests are powered by *money* in *this* bank account to make more of themselves. Now, since they're polite house guests, they dress up the exact same as your normal body, so they become more of *you!*

"So... The implants eat money and... become more of me?" There was no chance anyone could explain to Veronica the currency gas-cycling e-mechanism so... they just nodded. Veronica was overjoyed! "Then I'm going to get *all* money!"

On impulse she immediately pumped the account full of her entire savings. $60,000. pulsed through her veins and her body began slowly inflating her feminine curves. She didn't mind at all that her underwear was all that remained of her cute outfit as she continued to ascend, eventually totaling about 12 centimeters taller. The height looked good on her, and the scientists were relieved the job was well done. After much of what Veronica probably thinks is contemplative thought. The epiphany dawned on her, realizing how small-time she was being.

Veronica left out for bank after bank post-hast. Not even bothering to change clothes. She had credit as a notorious impulse purchaser, so many banks were dying to put a credit card in the girl's hands. She signed any contract that gave her a 6-figure credit limit. She must have felt like a genius when she pumped 12 maxed credit cards into her body. $1.2 million dollars.

Her body trembled, but not painfully as she struggled to maintain footing. No clothes fit her figure anymore, but she wanted to see her results anyways. It wasn't stopping. Watching her veins swell, her muscles tense, her curves explode. It was exhilarating! Eventually finalizing with her being over 12 feet tall! But 4+ meters wasn't enough for her! She had another of her "good ideas."

"I bet supermarkets and stuff have money!" The eager giantess streaked from building to building. Unsurprisingly. It was a giant woman screaming "GIVE ME ALL YOUR MONEY" worked to great effect and she was raking in thousands more. Veronica was *juuust* smart enough to know that items cost money, too. So, she was quick to snag expensive goods and make it off like a literal bandit. As the cash flowed in, her growth was exponential.

She began with a few centimeters, then grew meters and now was growing tens of meters. Once she hit 100 feet tall, the milestone put an excited pit in her stomach, she wanted more... But she'd looted most every convenient place... "Who has the *most* money?" The titan knew just who to ask.

She knocked on window after window until she found someone who claimed to be a CEO. The mass hysteria and her total ignorance that the police were trying to arrest her was endearing if anything. Veronica was looking for sponsorships. She would sign any contract that would give her cash up front. As afraid as these shrewd businesspeople were, they were more excited by the possibility of *not dying.* Millions of dollars were given to this newfound giantess. Veronica was so excited! She had no concept of how much money was a lot, but she knew her "house guests" would be happy.

Bigger, BIGGER. The ground was so far away that it was often blotted by clouds. Roads couldn't fit one of her feet. No scientist imagined that Veronica could get a hundred million dollars as quickly as she did. The only place left to ask, wasn't too far. Not that anything was far away from her anymore. Veronica collapsing on her knees in front of the buildings sent a huge rumbling earthquake through the capital. She stooped low enough that her huge face wasn't obscured by the sun anymore.

"Hey... You guys *make* the money, right?" She asked the entirety of the federal reserve at once. Rumbling the building with her voice. "Can I make a withdrawal? All of it?"