I'm Monica. I have pale skin, blue eyes, and long red hair that has always had black highlights at the tips. I'm a kind, gentle, yet also playful kind of girl...although I'm like 22-ish years old now.
As a child, I was always the shortest kid in class. And oh boy did I HATE it. Fortunately though I had my older siblings, Max and Lynda, to lean on, and my friends Lucas and April. The latter also happened to be the tallest girl in class, being nearly able to look most first-graders in the eye. But still, I didn't get away from bullies all the time. I strongly wished to grow bigger because I was sick of the bullying and help from others when I couldn't reach something on my own.
When I was 10, my body started blossoming, and I was no longer the shortest kid in class. At first bullies picked on me for having breasts by 11 or 12, but that quickly changed for two reasons. For one, once puberty started going through them, my early curves started becoming very attractive and no longer something to pick on. For the other, I was going through growth spurt after growth spurt, and they became unwilling to pick on a 13 year old girl that was as tall as the average adult man. As I grew bigger and curvier, I was greatly enjoying being the tallest person in class, having become taller than April.
To my slight disappointment, I stopped growing when I was 18, but it hardly mattered by then as I had grown to my current height of 7'5" with G-cup breasts and an ass that put a certain celebrity's to shame proportionately. And I LOVED it. I finally had my revenge on all the boys who bullied me, and I didn't even have to lift a finger. They were that scared and humiliated over having tormented me for so long only for nature to turn the tables severely in my favor. I effectively ruled school from that point on, but I tried to remain as nice as possible. Oh there was still the school queen bee and all that, but I was considered the goddess of the school.
And now as I think back, I realize something. I rather like the title of goddess. Sometimes, I wonder what it'd be like if I never stopped growing? Or if I could begin growing again, never to stop? I want to be a real goddess, now! Certainly being one would make it much easier to find clothes that can fit me, even keeping whatever I have on growing with me. I have nothing to hide on my body, but being naked 24/7 for the rest of eternity...doesn't appeal to me much at all.
"Heh. That's a wonderful fantasy, Monica. Too bad it'll never happen. Just enjoy being the 7'5" bombshell of a girl you've grown up to be, and not focus on the impossible." I say to myself out loud. Indeed, I'm very happy being so monstrously tall, being one of the tallest women in history and all, but sometimes I can't help but fantasize about becoming...more. Much more.
I have no idea that I'm about to be proven delightfully wrong about it being impossible...
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