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She was quite the head-turner. Nearly 6 feet in height, long black hair with lipstick, eye-shadow, and curve-hugging clothes to match, skin as pale as fresh snow, G-cup breasts, an ass that filled most seats, and thicc thighs that could smother small animals. She had rolled her eyes at many badly stammered out pick-up lines, easily saw when men had erections in public over her, and when women seemed jealous towards her, or perhaps, even trying to hide their own attractions to her. Sometimes they even asked if they could feel her breasts, which was mostly lightly patting them or poking them. She laughed it off. At home, she had a non-binary partner, and they treated each other well.

She was already quite the head-turner. Then the global changes started happening. Most women were at or approaching her previous proportions, most men gained in genital size, but seemed to shrink in the rest of their size and their overall demeanors. Most women were out on the prowl, either for men to dominate or fellow women to have some fun with. Some things remained similar. Her face, her style, they were all recognizable. Perhaps her lips got a bit plumper, her clothes became even more revealing, both because of her new demeanor and other changes. But some changes were even more obvious. She was nearly 10 feet in height now. Whopping, wobbling N-cup tits could barely be contained and everything she wore almost always showed the full line of her cleavage. Her ass almost took up three seats, and the shorts and skirts she liked to wear now usually exposed half of her ass visibly. Her thighs were thicker across than telephone poles and could probably crush watermelons, while still retaining a tantalizing jiggle to them while she walked, matching much of the rest of her body. 

She gleefully dominated other women, who would’ve been walking wet dreams in previous society, but were almost not notable if she was around. These women madly and lustfully pawed and sucked on her bountiful breasts, which produced milk that slowly and subtly changed them to approach her level. But they’d have to have been sucking them every day of the year to even get to half her size. Men were even more powerless in her wake. Many of them came in their pants the moment she entered their view, and it was ridiculously obvious. Those that were lucky to last longer didn’t last that much longer, as she liked to directly tease them by sitting on their laps, wrapping her thighs around them, or “accidentally” shoving her breasts against them. If she came in contact with a man, they all came, sooner or later.

When she got home, her partner happily approached her, gave her a hug, then pulled back and morphed. They felt like being on top that night, and they were pretty much the only person who ever got to say that they were on top with her. Whatever changes they controlled themselves to have for fun, they could go for hours, and she greatly enjoyed that. 

No picture here, didn't have one, plus I wanted to have my own imagery here in the words.