Jenn and Michael were happily married, but the last few months had been pretty hectic. Michael was working on a contract job, and Jenn was a paralegal while also working on her JD. They didn't have a lot of free time, but Michael's contract period had ended and Jenn had one of her few free nights: they were going to make tonight special. To celebrate the completion of his contract (and the accompanying bonus), Jenn agreed to indulge in his fetish and splurge on getting some shrinking pills. He had to go to a doctor and get a prescription for them, and since their limited insurance didn't include shrinking as a valid treatment for ED, it was fairly expensive.
Finally, Jenn got home from work that Friday night and date night went into full gear: candlelit dinner, music, flowers, everything. Once they were in the bedroom, she put on her laciest, thinnest lingerie while he sat on a stool, waiting for the pill he'd taken at dinner to kick in.
"Mike, aren't you going to change?"
"Not yet, honey. Just wait."
He felt the effects of the medication begin to permeate through his body, and he noticed that his clothes were feeling looser than they'd been only moments ago. His point of view began to lower, and in just a few short minutes he was so small that his clothing had fallen off him and the stool.
"I guess you're changed now, honey?" Jenn giggled. "Then let's get this show on the--"
Her cell phone rang.
"It's the firm. Sorry, honey, this should just take a minute."
Michael would have been more annoyed at the delay if he weren't still utterly fascinated with his new position in the world. Everything looked different when you were only a few inches tall. His wife looked even more gorgeous as a giant than as normal-sized person, and he hadn't thought that was possible. He just stared at her while she was on the phone, completely entranced and absolutely not paying attention to what she was saying until she hung up.
"Shit. Michael, there's something at work that's just come up. I have to go now."
She looked as angry as he'd ever seen her, and it was, for him, both terrifying and arousing. He tried imagining how his giantess wife might punish him if her anger were directed toward him. Ooh. He shivered in delight. And then her words sank in.
"But what about tonight? We just spent a small fortune on this!"
A smile spontaneously broke out on her face. "Oh my god, you're squeaking! You sound so precious!"
"Come on, Jenn! We've got to do this now."
"I don't think you can tell me what to do, little man."
Ooooh. Another shiver ran down his spine.
"I have to go in to work. But you're right, we can't waste this." Her expression changed from firm to thoughtful, "I have an idea. I assume you'll like it, but it doesn't really matter because I want to do it." It wasn't her fetish, but she was really getting the into being a giantess. She stood over the stool, looming over him like a colossus and pulling the crotch of her black thong to one side.
"What are you... No, wait! Don't!" He was only half-serious; he wasn't sure exactly what he was getting into, but this was exactly how he'd wanted his wife play into his fantasy.
"Oh Mikey, I can see why you like this. I'm getting hot."
He could see that. Not only was she lowering herself closer and closer to him, but she was holding her pussy lips wide open, and it was frighteningly easy to see that she was getting wet from this. The pink slit was grimacing at him, clearly drooling at the thought of swallowing him whole.
"Now just hold still. And... there!" She dropped entirely onto the cushion, and her outstretched labia engulfed her miniature husband in the biggest, sloppiest kiss she'd ever given him. She thought he felt delicious as he struggled to get out. For his part, he was so captivated that his mind was devoid of all thought except for admiration; his flailing movements were his body's automatic reaction to being trapped under a relative hundred tons of woman.
"Oh Mikey, you feel so great down there. Prove to me that size doesn't matter. But I've got to go now."
"Wait, don't go!"
"Oh my god! I have no idea what you said, but your tiny body was vibrating like heaven. Keep doing it!"
"I said, Don't--"
At that moment, he felt a huge finger press against him, pushing him further into her cavernous cunt until only his head and upper torso remained outside it.
"Honey, I've got to get dressed before I go back to work. I hope you don't mind." A snap right above his ears and a sudden darkness told me that she'd let her panties close around him. He finally figured out her plan, and it was time to embrace his role in it.
As she put on work-appropriate attire, she could feel her toy husband squirming around in her crotch. He was kicking his legs inside her vagina, he was massaging her vulva with his free arms, and...
"Fuck. Ohhhh."
And he seemed to be motorboating against her now completely engorged clitoris. It was taking all her willpower not to bring her hand down and masturbate over her husband. He didn't need help with doing his job, and she had her own job to get to. Before she walked out the door, she pulled open her pants to ask him one last thing.
"Hey, is this going to be a see-your-doctor-if-it-lasts-longer-than-four-hours sort of thing?"
Michael hadn't read all of the warning labels on the bottle, but this was one he had; he'd wanted to be damn sure about how long this golden opportunity would last. His shouted answer was barely a squeak to her, and she could more easily feel the vibrations of his body as he yelled up to her.
"Oh no, you're my goddess for the next 24 hours!"
He could see her face leaning over her open panties; she had her professional face on, and her expression was almost completely neutral, but he could just make out the upturned corners of her lips and a devious gleam in her eyes.
"Great."
She stuck a finger down in her underwear. Michael felt it push on his head at the same time as a tug from her vaginal muscles pulled on his lower body. A second later, he was completely swallowed.
"But actually, I'm always your goddess."
She closed her pants, walked over to the car, and drove to the office. Instead of a long boring night of arcane legal documents, she had the unbelievable and secret pleasure of being worshipped by a full grown man entirely possessed by her. When another paralegal asked why she was so gung ho about this after being called in on a Friday night, she told her, quite honestly, that her husband was an understanding man.
"He knows how to make these things better."
"So you'll be doing something with him later?"
"If he's still up to it by then."
"Of course he will be: he's a guy."
Jenn gave her co-worker a puzzling smirk.
"Oh, but he's very busy right now."
Very busy.
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