Sometimes you just wanna grow . . .
I may be in the minority here, but I spend a good chunk of my time just daydreaming what it would be like to grow. I feel like there's two sides to any size kink. You either love size or you love the process of getting to that size. I enjoy both, but moreso the latter.
The more intense thoughts usually come while I'm soaking in the tub. I imagine how my skin would feel while I grew. How would it happen? Would it be from the center, or from the ends? Would my ass slide across the tub or would my head and feet just move in opposite directions? I love these ideas so much.
Whenever I'm walking on tile, I always look at two or three of them and imagine my feet spreading across them. Four or five of them. Five or six of them. It's a train of thought that just leaves me so flustered.
Of course, I have shrinking fantasies that happen the same way, but that's a story for another day.