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Not long after you and Frankie became a thing, you got diagnosed as a carrier of the GTS virus. You were left wondering, "Is this the end for us?" She was already tall enough to make heads turn.

Thinking back, you met Frankie on this unique dating app called Short-Kings, which was all about connecting guys like you, who had a thing for taller ladies, with women who preferred dating shorter dudes. You weren't short, standing at a decent 6 feet, but your perfect match had to tower over you a bit. It wasn't some weird dominance thing; you just found taller women irresistible.

When you first swiped through the app, you stumbled upon Frankie's profile. She was gorgeous, towering at 6'9", and the ace middle blocker for the San Francisco Golden Lions, a pro women's volleyball team. Plus, she captained the US women's volleyball team. She had an impressive track record, with her college team winning the division one title every year she was there. Upon graduating, the Golden Lions signed her immediately. You were in awe - she was a total catch. You doubted she'd go for someone like you, but to your surprise, Frankie messaged you first. Talk about a good start!

Your first date with Frankie took place at Golden Gate Bridge Park. You strolled through gardens, visited museums, and learned about each other. Frankie was a breath of fresh air – funny, friendly, and surprisingly easy to talk to, considering her height. As you both were relishing some ice cream near the fountains, Frankie popped the question,

"I haven't had this much fun in ages. Most people only see the volleyball stats, but you've made me feel...well, normal. How about another date?"

That led to a string of fun dates, and before you knew it, Frankie asked you to move in with her. All seemed perfect until the day you got that bombshell call from your doctor. Hanging up, you couldn't help but wonder, "Is Frankie going to leave me now?"

It was game day, and Frankie was packing for the stadium when you walked in. The Golden Lions were on the brink of securing their third consecutive title. She looked at you and asked,

"Hey, babe, how was the doctor's appointment? Everything alright?"

A cold sweat ran down your forehead as you muttered,

"I...uh...got diagnosed with something... Something that might...rock our boat."

Frankie immediately dropped her bag and rushed towards you. Kneeling down to your level, she gently grasped your hand and asked,

"What is it, babe? Please, tell me."

With a heavy heart, you squeezed her hand,

"I'm a carrier for the GTS virus. I completely get it if you want to call it quits. You're already so tall, and I don't want my condition to mess up your career."

Frankie let go of your hand and rose to her full height. This is it, you thought. But then she spoke,

"Seriously? You think I'd leave you over this? I love you. And honestly, I wouldn't mind getting the virus. My league is starting a new GTS division. After I win tonight,I'm ready for a new challenge!"

Stunned, you could only watch as Frankie pulled you into a bear hug, lifting you off your feet,

"Don't you dare think I'd leave. I wouldn't have had you move in with me if I didn't see a future for us."

She let you down, picked up her bag, and headed for the door,

"Now, let's get going. I've got a championship to win. And later, you better brace yourself!"

That night, you experienced love like never before. Whether it was the euphoria from her third consecutive league championship win or the anticipation of becoming a towering goddess, it didn't matter. All you wished for was for the night to last forever.

The next few days were blissfully ordinary. Frankie had a week off before she needed to be at the mandatory OTA's for the US team. You both started your days with a jog, followed by a hearty breakfast at a local diner. It was on a Wednesday when it happened. You were a bit behind Frankie, marveling at her tight gym shorts, when she stopped. Unaware, you bumped into her, landing on your butt. And then, you saw her...growing.

"Oh my... Babe, this is it!" she exclaimed, looking excited.

Her feet rapidly outgrew her running shoes, and her chest expanded beyond the capacity of her sports bra. As the last shreds of her clothes fell to the ground, she looked down at you with a playful grin,

"So, babe, any guesses on when I'll be lifting the GTS league trophy?"

Speechless, you could only stare at your ever-growing girlfriend as she passed 25 feet, reminiscing about the time you'd downloaded the Short-Kings app and thanking your lucky stars for the turn of events in both your lives.

Description
Not long after you and Frankie became a thing, you got diagnosed as a carrier of the GTS virus. You were left wondering, "Is this the end for us?" She was already tall enough to make heads turn.

Thinking back, you met Frankie on this unique dating app called Short-Kings, which was all about connecting guys like you, who had a thing for taller ladies, with women who preferred dating shorter dudes. You weren't short, standing at a decent 6 feet, but your perfect match had to tower over you a bit. It wasn't some weird dominance thing; you just found taller women irresistible.

When you first swiped through the app, you stumbled upon Frankie's profile. She was gorgeous, towering at 6'9", and the ace middle blocker for the San Francisco Golden Lions, a pro women's volleyball team. Plus, she captained the US women's volleyball team. She had an impressive track record, with her college team winning the division one title every year she was there. Upon graduating, the Golden Lions signed her immediately. You were in awe - she was a total catch. You doubted she'd go for someone like you, but to your surprise, Frankie messaged you first. Talk about a good start!

Your first date with Frankie took place at Golden Gate Bridge Park. You strolled through gardens, visited museums, and learned about each other. Frankie was a breath of fresh air – funny, friendly, and surprisingly easy to talk to, considering her height. As you both were relishing some ice cream near the fountains, Frankie popped the question,

"I haven't had this much fun in ages. Most people only see the volleyball stats, but you've made me feel...well, normal. How about another date?"

That led to a string of fun dates, and before you knew it, Frankie asked you to move in with her. All seemed perfect until the day you got that bombshell call from your doctor. Hanging up, you couldn't help but wonder, "Is Frankie going to leave me now?"

It was game day, and Frankie was packing for the stadium when you walked in. The Golden Lions were on the brink of securing their third consecutive title. She looked at you and asked,

"Hey, babe, how was the doctor's appointment? Everything alright?"

A cold sweat ran down your forehead as you muttered,

"I...uh...got diagnosed with something... Something that might...rock our boat."

Frankie immediately dropped her bag and rushed towards you. Kneeling down to your level, she gently grasped your hand and asked,

"What is it, babe? Please, tell me."

With a heavy heart, you squeezed her hand,

"I'm a carrier for the GTS virus. I completely get it if you want to call it quits. You're already so tall, and I don't want my condition to mess up your career."

Frankie let go of your hand and rose to her full height. This is it, you thought. But then she spoke,

"Seriously? You think I'd leave you over this? I love you. And honestly, I wouldn't mind getting the virus. My league is starting a new GTS division. After I win tonight,I'm ready for a new challenge!"

Stunned, you could only watch as Frankie pulled you into a bear hug, lifting you off your feet,

"Don't you dare think I'd leave. I wouldn't have had you move in with me if I didn't see a future for us."

She let you down, picked up her bag, and headed for the door,

"Now, let's get going. I've got a championship to win. And later, you better brace yourself!"

That night, you experienced love like never before. Whether it was the euphoria from her third consecutive league championship win or the anticipation of becoming a towering goddess, it didn't matter. All you wished for was for the night to last forever.

The next few days were blissfully ordinary. Frankie had a week off before she needed to be at the mandatory OTA's for the US team. You both started your days with a jog, followed by a hearty breakfast at a local diner. It was on a Wednesday when it happened. You were a bit behind Frankie, marveling at her tight gym shorts, when she stopped. Unaware, you bumped into her, landing on your butt. And then, you saw her...growing.

"Oh my... Babe, this is it!" she exclaimed, looking excited.

Her feet rapidly outgrew her running shoes, and her chest expanded beyond the capacity of her sports bra. As the last shreds of her clothes fell to the ground, she looked down at you with a playful grin,

"So, babe, any guesses on when I'll be lifting the GTS league trophy?"

Speechless, you could only stare at your ever-growing girlfriend as she passed 25 feet, reminiscing about the time you'd downloaded the Short-Kings app and thanking your lucky stars for the turn of events in both your lives.