You'd always been the bread winner.
Your beautiful wife had trusted you with making and managing the money for the two of you and it had worked out well so far. You now had a small fortune in your bank account and a big house. Was it wrong that you wanted more?
Everyone dreams of being richer or having a more lavish home - but you dreamt of something else; a bigger wife. You'd always loved the fantasy of giant women and now you had the money to make that a reality. Luckily for you your wife was into the idea too - it was one of things that had brought you together.
Putting your wealth to work, you invested in research that could one day lead to ways to enlarge your wife. After a few years of repeatedly increasing the financing your were pumping into the research projects there was a break through. A therapy which would cause whoever underwent it to permanently grow. It was just what you and your wife had dreamt of. The problem was the cost - it would take away the majority of your sizeable fortune, but you were prepared to make that sacrifice..
It was now several months after she'd undergone the therapy. Her growth was slow but constant and your wife was now a bona fied mini-giantess. You were lucky your house was so big, she was now nearing its roof in height.
The ongoing costs of her growth were starting to add up now though. Larger and larger meals were required to meet her growing appetite. She also constantly needed new clothes to meet her increasing size. Today that was made clear when you walked into the living room.
"Honey, I need a new dress." she told you in her booming voice, before turning around to show you the problem with the one she had on, "This ones too short now - look, you can see my ass."
The sight of her gorgeous, shapely and giant ass distracted you for some time.
Eventually you snapped out of your stupor and set about the task at hand.
"Sure thing babe." you told her, whipping out your phone and bringing up the site for the custom tailor you'd gotten her last dress from. You eyeballed her measurements, rounding up to account for any growth that would happen between now and when the clothes would be ready, and punched them into the site. You went to checkout and were greeted to a message you'd not seen before when you tried to pay.
"Insufficient funds."
You panicked, had you been hacked? You opened up your banking app to check what was going on. Your panic only increased when you realised you hadn't been hacked - you'd spent all your money. The cost of the research, growth therapy and the costs of keeping your giant wife clothed had caught up with you.
You started to think of ways to claw back the money. You could sell a few things, maybe your guitar selection or the cars to start off with?
Maybe you could cut back on your giant wife's clothing, after all - she was just going to outgrow it all. The way she was flaunting her ass at you right now was making it clear she was obviously ok showing off her enormous figure.
Your mind rolled back to the idea of selling a few things - and you realised something. There was something big you could sell easily: the house. She was going to outgrow it eventually anyway, you might as well sell it before her expanding body crashed through it someday.
The value of the house could finance your wife's clothing and food costs for a life time, you'd just have to scale back how you live. You'd have to find somewhere both cheap, but also big enough to house your growing wife. You were about to look up the costs of the old warehouses on the riverside before another idea struck you.
The scientists who had developed the therapy had mentioned that if your wife were to undergo it again her growth rate would increase exponentially - the value of your house was just enough to afford a second course of the treatment.
This was an insane idea of course, it didn't solve your current predicament at all. The costs for your wife's food and clothes would be insurmountable if her growth rate increased the way the scientists predicted, plus you'd have no money left after paying for the therapy anyway. But you couldn't shake the idea.
"Babe, instead of new clothes... how would you feel about getting bigger instead?" you enquired.
Your wife squealed with excitement in response.
You dialled the number to call up the scientists and set things in motion. Sure, you'd be penniless soon, but you were sure you could work something out with your money skills. Failing that, your wife would soon be big enough to just take whatever was needed for you both - who'd be able to stop her?
Maybe it was time to let her be the breadwinner.
Meta: I've been neglecting making collages of giantess' with fantastic asses, so I couldn't pass up using this picture of zeldalover2009. I like the idea of a mini-giantesses inside, but its so hard to find indoor spaces which are tall enough to fit them in, but it looks like converted barns are a perfect solution. They're homely but many have this two-floor thing going on which is the perfect space to cohabit with a mini-giantess... until they get too big for it.
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