“A temple for meditation… a beautiful silk kimono with gold accents… seems to have an energy all its own… begin to relax… rippling across your delicate skin… becoming aroused… you rise and grow… one hundred feet tall… people below you are the size of ants… aggression and dominance… let the monster out… step on houses… grab for a man who is no bigger than your finger… drop him in your panties… he willingly crawls into your womanhood… the pleasure of these tiny bodies assaults your nervous system… worshiping you like a goddess… forcing you past your limit…”
Please listen to my voice, and commit what you hear to memory. (Full Transcript Below)
I am going to ask that you take a moment to relax your body and mind. Allow the rest of the world to slowly fade away, all of the sounds around you becoming distant until my voice is the only thing your mind can latch on to. It is as if you are floating in a vast ocean; the only ones here are you and me. Nothing else matters but my voice and the images that it can etch into your being.
Imagine now that your body is resting just below the surface, bubbles popping against your skin as the warm current carries you along. You are relaxed, at peace with yourself and the water around you. Your mind grows more hazy the more you float in this water, more susceptible to my words and their effects on your senses.
Allow the light of the sun to gradually disappear as the water pulls you deeper and deeper into its depths. The darkness is warm and soothing as it drains you of all thoughts and emotions. All that matters is my voice, which can shape your mind, your body, and your soul.
I want you to blink a few times for me. Each time you blink, you feel a light spasm flow from your neck down your spine. It radiates either side of your waist and hips, just a faint shiver every time you blink. The more you blink, the more you shiver, and the more you realize that you are completely under my voice’s control. Keep listening to my voice, and allow me to shape you again and again and again.
When next you blink, you find yourself within a temple for mediation. On the table beside you are garments folded neatly for your use. slowly you undress and then don each in sequence: a pair of white underwear with matching thigh high stockings, a beautiful red silk kimono with gold accents, and finally a pair of black clogs. Twirling in the mirror, you admire the material and the way it makes your body look. Already, you can feel your confidence beginning to grow.
You walk calmly though the doors of the temple and into a large courtyard. The sun is warm and the grasses wet from a recent rain. The scent of summer is stimulating to your senses, and you feel your body warming as it reaches spiritual equilibrium. Sitting down upon a blanket, you cross your legs and begin to relax even further than before.
Your thoughts wander to the outfit you wear. It seems to contain an energy all its own, rippling across your delicate skin. You question if it is perhaps a living, breathing garment, and your thoughts become more active as a result. Despite your best efforts, you feel yourself becoming aroused, and the perception of your shape beginning to expand.
Only when you open your eyes do you realize this is no fantasy. Everything around you – the temple, the trees – all of it is becoming smaller as you rise and grow. Soon you are twenty feet tall, then thirty, and it doesn’t appear to be stopping. Only after you’ve more than tripled the height of the trees does it level out. You are now one hundred feet tall, and surprisingly your kimono and lingerie have all expanded with you. The kimono has to be the source, but none of that really matters to you right now.
Rather, something else is occupying your mind at this very moment. From this height, you can see the city looming around you; the people below you are the size of ants. They look so fearful, so helpless, and it excites you. Aggression and dominance dictate your actions as you jump forward, landing on a set of parked cars and destroying them. The building they were parked by is half your height, so you wind back your fist and punch through it. Smoke billows out as the debris rains down in the streets.
You have always known deep that a monster lived inside of you. Now, you have been given a gift which allows you to let the monster out. You run forward and begin to step on houses, flattening them instantly. You can faintly hear the panic below, and that only serves to arouse you further.
Kneeling, you grab for a man who is no bigger than your finger. Pinching him softly, you drop him in your panties so that he is nestled against your slick womanhood. He seems to protest at first, but eventually the scent becomes too alluring, and he willingly crawls into your womanhood. You grab another and do the same thing. This man decides to take your ass instead. The pleasure of these tiny bodies assaults your nervous system and you fall over, your back flattening three buildings at once.
Amazingly, more tiny humans begin to climb onto you, as if worshiping you like a goddess. You can feel them climbing into your kimono, tenderly teasing your breasts, your navel, sliding into your stockings to trap themselves between your toes. Some climb into your mouth to be swallowed up. Every thought becomes a lust filled haze as you reach down to rub your womanhood through your panties, sloshing around the victims inside.
The arousal builds, and that seems to trigger yet another spurt of growth. Gradually you approach one hundred fifty feet, and then two hundred. Rolling around in ecstasy causes you to flatten more people, more vehicles, more buildings. Gradually you try to stand back up, but doing so changes the position of the tinies inside you, causing them to bounce back and forth and forcing you past your limit. Letting out a scream that shatters windows for miles, you cum, sending a torrent of juices downward, flooding the streets and growing to five hundred feet before the climax is finished.
This is your own personal giantess heaven, a world in which the pleasure shall continue to grow along with your body. The more you destroy, the bigger you will grow. The tinies have become too small to even notice, so you go in search of bigger things to satiate your arousal. Jumbo jets, cruise ships. These will be your new toys to achieve your satisfaction.
You shall remain in this world, bound by these sensations the more you lose yourself to my voice’s commands. You shall commit these visualizations to memory until they are an integral part of your being. As you play this recording again and again, you will fall deeper and deeper each time, more and more connected to the images my voice has etched into your mind.
Even as this recording ends, allow the process to further sensitize your mind to the manipulation of memory, the implantation of subtle changes and effects which you can feel at the back of your subconscious throughout the day. Relax and accept these alterations as natural, as if they had been there all along. Relax… Relax… Embrace your new reality…