Role Reversal
by Bikeman




It had been years since my wife Erica and I had taken a vacation. We are both in our mid thirties and I have a fairly successful brokerage office in our small town in rural Wisconsin. Our marriage is solid, but we had gotten into a rut lately and needed something to jump start our love life again. This was just a little four day weekend escape, to getaway for a while. We were in New Orleans to see the sites, eat some good Cajun cooking and forget about everyday life, if just for a few days.

On our second day there, we were walking around the French Quarter and Erica noticed a small Voodoo shop nestled near an alley way.

"Lets check it out" She said suddenly excited "It might be fun"

We stepped inside and started looking around the dimly lit shop. There were potions and dolls and lots of other weird thing on shelves all over the walls. I was getting ready to drag Erica out when a curtain in the back of the room flew open and a little old black woman emerged. She looked intently at my wife, completely ignoring me and said in a thick Jamaican accent, "My child, I felt your need from the other room, come to me."

To my amazement Erica approached the old woman, almost as if in a trance.

The old woman spoke again, "You feel trapped in a meaningless life, helpless and unable to change. I can help you take control of your life."

What the hell was this crazy old crone talking about my wife and I were very happy, I gave her everything any woman could want. We had plenty of money, she had expensive jewelry, beautiful cloths, anything money could buy. What more could she want?

"You are looking for a change, something to put a spark back in your existence."

Now I was getting pissed, Sure things hadn't been overly exciting between us, but this was starting to get insulting. My wife was happy with our life, wasn't she?

The old lady continued, "Here my child, take one of these tablets, once a day, as long as you want a change." as she handed Erica a small bottle of pills.

Erica took the bottle and simply stared as the old woman turned and walked out the way she had come in.

Now that was strange. I grabbed Erica's arm and dragged her from the store. We walked a few blocks without saying a word. Erica just looked down at the bottle in her hands with a dreamy look in her eyes. Then suddenly she broke out of the trance and stuffed the bottle into her purse. She looked up at me and smiled meekly and said, "Lets eat, I'm starved."

We quickly found a nice restaurant and ate dinner quietly. Finally Erica broke the silence.

"What do you suppose that woman was talking about?" she said as she took out the bottle and shook out a pill into her hand.

"I don't know, but she gave me the creeps", I said.

"Yeah, but I'm kinda curious about what she meant, what do you suppose these pills are?" she said looking at the pill in her hand. Then before I knew what was happening my usually cautious and nervous wife plopped the pill in her mouth and washed it down with a gulp of wine.

"What are you doing!" I exclaimed, "You don't know what they are, who knows what's in those things!"

"Oh don't be such a worry wart, let's just enjoy dessert and the rest of this night."

We talked a little about the old lady and how silly the whole thing was over dessert. Suddenly Erica looked up at me with sultry eyes. "I feel tingly and warm all over. I want you right now!" she said in a husky voice.

She grabbed my hand and got up sauntering around the table. She bent down and gave me a long passionate kiss while gently squeezing my crotch with her other hand.

"Let's go back to our room, Now!" she whispered sexily in my ear.

It had been a long time since we had made love. I've been busy at work and frankly had grown bored with our love live. She is a beautiful woman, but has never shown much interest in sex, least of all initiating it. Now I was extremely turned on. I called the waiter over, paid the bill and we practically ran out of the restaurant.

We quickly hailed a cab and headed back to our hotel. The entire ten minute ride Erica was all over me. Kissing me, rubbing her hands all over my body, at one point she even tried to unzip my fly. With all my self control I held her off until we got to our destination. I threw a twenty dollar bill at the driver, grabbed my wife and we ran into the hotel and up to our room.

Once in our room we were all over each other. Erica ripped my clothes and pushed me down onto the bed. Then she began to slow strip. When she removed her blouse my eyes popped out of my head. Her bra could barely contain her bulging breasts. It looked like her C cup bra was two sizes too small. Next she removed the bra and those monsters sprung loose, freed from their tight confines. They were huge at least DD's but still firm and pert.

Erica looked down with surprise at her new breasts and began to squeeze them in her hands. Then looking up again at me climbed onto the bed and straddled me, stuffing one of those beautiful boobs in my face. "Well this is a change", she said in a lusty whisper.

I wasted no time in grabbing her tits and began squeezing them and sucking her nipples. As I was doing this she mounted me and began thrusting up and down on my rock hard cock. We fucked and I sucked for what seemed like hours. Then without warning milk began flowing from my wife's nipple. It was warm and sweet and only heightened my arousal. I drank in that delicious nectar as we made passionate love. The more I drank the more excited I became until I came collapsing with my wife on top of me and my body tingling all over.

"Wow, that was incredible" I said, "I can't ever remember you being that hot. What came over you?"

"Hmmmmmmmm," she moaned, "it was incredible. I don't know, maybe those pills......"

"They must be some sort of Aphrodisiac. I may have to thank that crazy old lady", I said as I slowly drifted of to sleep.

The next morning I awoke refreshed and rejuvenated. I rolled over and looked at my wife, god she is beautiful I thought. She slowly woke up as well and looked over at me.

"Morning," she said smiling. "Last night was incredible. What got into us? We haven't been like that in years."

"I don't know, but I like it, and want more!" replied grabbing her. We kissed and fooled around for a while before getting up. Erica got up first and I watched her walk across the room to the bathroom. Some how she looked different, sexier, more voluptuous.

After she finished showering I got up and jumped in. When I came out of the shower Erica was getting dressed. She seemed puzzled. "What's wrong?" I asked approaching her.

"I'm not sure, but my clothes feel tight, I must be gaining some weigh eating all this Cajun food."

"Well if you are, your putting it on in the right places because you look fantastic." I said as I hugged her and bent down for a kiss. As we parted I noticed something peculiar. I'm six feet tall and Erica is only five, usually when we stand facing the top of her head comes about to my shoulders. This morning I could have sworn she almost came up to my nose. I quickly dismissed it as we fondled each other. I began to reach inside her shirt and fondle her breasts. She moaned and rubbed against me but then pushed away.

"Honey, I'd love to fool around but I'm famished. Hurry up and get dressed and let's get some breakfast."

I was disappointed but complied. We'd have plenty of time for that later. I quickly got dressed. I noticed that my clothes seemed a little loose. All the activity from the past couple days must have been paying off. I dismissed it and we went out to eat. When we got to the restaurant with a buffet breakfast, she quickly went to the buffet and loaded her plate. I wasn't feeling hungry so I just got a couple of things. She wolfed down her plate and went for seconds. I barely touched mine. She ate two huge plates of food and I just picked at my meal. I'd never seen my petite wife eat like this. I figured she must have burned off a few calories with our activities last night.

We walked around and saw the sites all day. Erica commented on her clothes being tight and even mentioned her shoes being uncomfortable. I couldn't keep my eyes off her. She looked absolutely gorgeous, and seemed to get sexier by the minute. I still couldn't shake the feeling that she seemed taller to me. As the day progressed she continued to stop at street vendors and get food, hot-dogs, candy, beingets everything she could get her hands on. At lunch and dinner she ate appetizers, the meal, and desserts. I, on the other hand, ate hardly anything. Nothing sounded appetizing to me, except my beautiful bride that is. She kept looking better and better. Her clothes did seem tighter, they clung to her, accentuating her more obvious curves. After dinner she pulled out the bottle of pills and smiling at me took one. Almost instantly that lusty look appeared in her eyes.

"God I love these things," she whispered, "they make me feel so alive, like my body is charged with energy.....sexual energy."

She leaned over the table, flashing a fair amount of cleavage in the process. She grabbed my hand and began sucking my fingers like they were little cocks, looking at me with a hunger in her eyes that was unmistakable. I wanted her so bad.

Quickly we got up to leave, almost forgetting to pay the check. And practically running to our hotel. When we finally got back to the room we were all over each other. I ripped off her clothes and she tore off mine. I stood back and looked at her, as if for the first time. She had definitely changed. Her legs looked long and lean, her hips flared out emphasizing her trim waist. Her breasts seemed even bigger, if that was possible. I was mesmerized. She sauntered up to me and began kissing me with a passion, like we hadn't seen each other in weeks. I kissed her back, exploring her new body with my hands. Erica had always been small and thin and I had always wished she could be taller and more voluptuous. It appeared I might be getting my wish.

Erica directed me to the bed and pushed my onto my back and straddled me. She lead forward and pushed her milky breasts in my face as she guided my cock into her hot wet pussy. I began sucking on one and then the other. Again the sweet milk flowed from her breasts. I drank it down eagerly, now suddenly ravenous, craving this sweet nectar to satisfy my hunger. We made love with me drinking in that wonderful milk. My body began to tingle, all my senses were heightened. This was even better than last night. I'd never felt such ecstasy. Again we came in unison and collapsed beside each other. I could definitely get used to this. We drifted off to sleep in each others arms.

The next morning when I woke up Erica was already up. I got up and got the shock of my life when Erica came out of the bathroom. Erica was as tall as I was! I was looking her straight in the eyes. She noticed it too. We were both shocked.

"My god what's happened? I'm as tall as you!" Erica exclaimed.

I stared at my wife with mixed emotions. I felt a little intimidated by her size. I was used to her being much smaller and now she was my size, making me feel smaller and not as in control as normal. But I was also extremely aroused by her new statuesque body. She looked like a super model, tall, curvaceous and sexy.

"I'm not sure honey, but I think it has something to do with those pills the old woman gave you. Somehow they are changing you. Making you taller, I don't understand how or why this has happened but it's undeniable that you've grown." I said.

Erica smiled, "This is my dream come true! I've always hated being so short. Now I'm tall and sexy, I love it! Come here lover."

She grabbed me and pulled me closer passionately kissing me. She was much stronger and quickly took the lead in our lovemaking. She pulled me on top of her as she fell to the bed. We were at each other like animals. Hard fast and savage we fucked. We went at it for what seemed like hours. During a brief rest I looked up at the clock and jumped out of bed.

"Shit! We're going to be late for our flight if we don't get going!" I exclaimed.

I jumped in the shower and quickly got ready. Erica got dressed, squeezing into her cloths which were obviously far too small for her. Luckily she had some shorts that had stretch waist band and some open toed sandals she could just cram into. She borrowed one of my shirts to wear. I threw some cloths on as she finished packing and we rushed out the door. We checked out and caught a cab to the airport. We rushed to the gate and just made our flight.

As we found our seats I began to notice that my cloths felt a little baggy must be that I haven't eaten in a couple days. But even my shoes felt loose, could they have stretched with all the walking? I was trying to deny what I knew might be happening to me. The flight seemed to go on forever. Erica and I barely spoke, each of us lost in our own thoughts about what was happening. I didn't know what to do, how tall was I now? How do I reverse the process? A thousand thoughts flew through my head.

After we finally landed and we were standing in the isle I looked around at the other passengers. A lot of the women were close to my height and most of the men were taller. I felt small and out of place.

When we got off the plane, I went to get our bags, Erica said she'd meet me there. After a few minutes she showed up eating a Big Mac and she had another in the bag.

"I was just so hungry I couldn't wait, would you like the other burger?" she asked.

I declined, I wasn't hungry. Before the bags arrived she finished the other sandwich. We got our luggage and found our car. I had to move the drivers seat up a bit to drive comfortably! We had a good hour ride home. One the way Erica insisted we stop and get something to eat. We hit a drive-thru and she ordered two meals. I again, ate nothing. I was starting to feel hungry, but the thought of food made me nauseous.

When we got home I threw the bags in the living room and went to find a tape measure. After I found one I went to our bed room and found Erica swallowing another of the pills!

"What are you doing!" I exclaimed, "Don't you realize what those things might be doing?"

"They're making me taller bustier and built like an amazon. What's wrong with that? It's my dream come true." she replied.

"Honey, I don't think that's the only thing they're doing. I think I might be shrinking."

"That's impossible!" she said, "People don't shrink. It's just me that's changing, right?"

"Let's find out. Here back up to the wall here and I'll mark off your height and you do mine."

We both made marks on the wall they were almost identical heights. I measured them and was shocked to find that we were both five foot-six inches tall! This was insane. I'd shrunk six inches in two days! I was in shock.

Erica seemed a little worried but then started smiling, "I don't know about you, but I'm finding this very sexy. I feel so good and in control. I've always felt self-conscious about being so small and you so much bigger than me. Now I feel better about myself, sexy and very horny."

She put her hands behind my head and pulled me to her and kissed me passionately. I tried to pull away but she was as strong as me now. I got away, but stumbled and fell on our bed. She was on me in a flash kissing and caressing me. In the process she tore her shirt off, revealing her naked breasts. The site of those beautiful soft globes made my mouth water. Suddenly I was famished. I was craving her breasts like a drug addict needing a fix. I forget all about what had been happening the past few days and wrapped my mouth around one of her erect nipples. Immediately I was rewarded with a mouthful of warm sweet milk. I sucked for all I was worth, swallowing every precious drop. Erica moaned and cried out in pleasure as I nursed on her breasts. It was like I was possessed, I couldn't get enough. I felt that now familiar tingling sensation saturate my entire body.

When I finished at my wife's breasts, we tore our remaining cloths off and made love. The entire time my body felt electrified, super sensitive, enhancing all my sensations. It was fantastic. Erica was moaning and screaming with pleasure until we came as one and passed out from exhaustion.

I woke up later that night and looked over for Erica. She was gone. I crawled out of bed dreading what I would find. Had I shrunk more while I slept? Had Erica grown? I didn't want to know the answer. Erica was drunk with the new power those pills were giving her. I had to get rid of them. I found her purse and rummaged through it looking for the bottle. I couldn't find them. Then I heard something behind me.

"Looking for something dear?" Erica asked.

I turned around dreading what I'd see. My God! She towered over me. I couldn't believe it. I felt puny compared to her. I backed away, suddenly frightened of my wife who only a few days ago was a foot shorter than me.

"My God, your tiny! Look at you." she exclaimed, as she walked toward me.

As she approached, I felt smaller and smaller. She wasn't only taller but bigger all over. Her curves were even more pronounced, so was her muscle tone. She had muscle definition on her arms and legs. She was truly turning into an amazon. She looked a lot stronger than I was now. How humiliating, not only was I now smaller than my wife, but most likely weaker too! She kept advancing until I was backed up to a wall. She put her arms on my shoulders holding me against the wall. I tried to move, but she had better leverage.

"What's the matter little man? Your not scared of your 'little' woman are you?" she said smiling.

I slowly shook my head, looking up to her face. I barely came to her nose. She leaned forward and gently kissed my forehead. I felt small and helpless and very intimidated by my towering wife.

"Do you know how tall I am now, my little cutie?" she said kissing my forehead and face as she talked, "I'm five foot nine, almost as tall as you used to be, and look at my body. I'm getting stronger and more muscular, I bet I'm stronger than you now, little guy. Let's see how short you are now, come on."

Erica dragged me over to the wall where we had measured ourselves earlier that day. She had stuck a measuring tape to the wall beside the marks we'd made. I saw the new mark she'd made for herself far above my head. She pushed my back to the wall and made a mark at the top of my head. She let me turn around to look. Five three! I was a shrimp!

"There there honey, it's not so bad. Your taller than I used to be and your so darn cute." she began kissing my face again. "I think I'm going to enjoy this, I like being this tall and having you shorter."

"What!?! Are you crazy? I hate this. We've got to figure out how to stop this. Where are the pills? You've got to stop taking them. This can't continue. I can't afford to shrink any more."

"I've hidden them. I figured you'd want to stop me from using them and I don't want to stop. I like being bigger and stronger. I like being in control. I've always been small and weak, pushed around by everyone because they were bigger than me. Well no more. I'm now tall for a woman and as strong as most men I bet, but I want to get bigger. I love you but I won't let you get in my way. Actually I enjoy looking down at you my love, I think its extremely sexy."

I was in a daze. Here was my formerly tiny, mousy wife suddenly becoming a domineering amazon overnight. I didn't know what to do. I had always been in control of my life. With my business, my social life and definitely with my wife. Now all that was changing. How would I be able to face the world again, now shorter than almost everyone I knew? Who could I turn to for help? I didn't know.

"Erica please stop this now. Hasn't this gone far enough? You're scaring me. I love you and would do anything for you, but not this, please. Let's stop this now and figure out a way to get me back to normal."

Erica simply smiled down at me, "Don't worry my love, I'll take care of you. Everything will be all right." She hugged me tight and held me, rocking me gently back and forth comforting me. I began to feel better.

We spent the rest of the night relaxing in front of the fire place. Talking and fooling around. I had to admit I found her very exciting now. She was like a goddess, beautiful, sex and strong. Somehow we'd get through this and life would get back to normal. I was exhausted from the events of late and fell asleep in her arms.

The next morning I woke up famished. I went to the kitchen to get something to eat but nothing sounded appealing to me. I finally forced myself to eat some cereal. As soon as I ate it I felt nauseous and ran to the bathroom and puked it all up! I tried eating other things with identical results. By now Erica had heard me and come to me with a worried look on her face.

"What's wrong love?", she asked concerned.

"I don't know. I'm starving but I can't keep anything down. I don't feel ill, just weak." I said looking up at her. I still couldn't get used to the fact that she was so much taller than me.

She held me with my head on her shoulder. I felt her breasts pushing against me. I looked down at them and instantly my mouth started to water. I hungered for the milk that they provided. She seemed to know what I needed and grabbed one of her breasts in her hand and guided it into my mouth. I couldn't resist it even though I knew the possible outcome of drinking the milk. I clamped down on the offered nipple and sucked for all I was worth. Sweet tasting warm liquid filled my mouth. I grabbed the breast with both hands and sucked as my wife held me. I instantly felt better and stronger. My hunger quickly dissolved. After a while Erica switched breasts and I suckled the other. God did it taste good!

After I finished I looked up at Erica. She was looking down at me with a warm loving smile while she softly stroked my hair. I felt much better now, full and contented. Again my body began to tingle and I watched in amazement as very slowly Erica appeared to grow before my eyes! The shrinking was continuing! After a few minutes the sensations stopped and I looked up at my wife who now looked even larger! I couldn't see over her shoulders! She was huge! I stepped back, afraid again and feeling even more helpless.

"That was incredible, I saw you shrink before my eyes! That was so cool! You're even smaller now. Come on let's see." She grabbed my arm and pulled me along behind her as she rushed into our bedroom and pushed me up to the measuring tape. She marked my height and let me look. Five feet even! I was the same height my wife used to be! I was a midget!

Erica backed up to the wall and handed me the pencil. I had to stretch to make the mark and I could barely reach the top of her head on tiptoes. While I was trying to make the mark she grabbed me under the arms and lifted me up with ease, smiling with satisfaction as she did it. She was much stronger than I was. She must outweigh me by seventy pounds or so. I finally got the line drawn she put me down. As I descended I felt increasingly smaller. When I was finally on my own two feet I looked up at her. I was looking up under her chin as she stood there looking down her nose at me. Her breasts were at my shoulders and I was looking straight at her collar.

We looked up at the mark I had made for her and saw it read six feet tall. She was as tall as I used to be and I was her old height! We had completely reversed roles!

Erica started to laugh, "Well how does it feel to be short my little love? A mere five feet tall? Are you enjoying it? I know I like being your old height. This is wonderful. I feel so strong, confident powerful. I'm in control of things now."

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Well since I'm the size and strength you always were, and you're my old size, I'd say I'm the "man" of the house now. I'm in charge."

"I'm still your husband and I'm still the man of this house, no matter how tall you get. You just remember that!" I was starting to get angry. I don't like to be pushed around and no woman was going to be in charge while I was around.

"Oh really? Little man." Erica said slowly as she looked down at me. "And just how are you going to stop me. Your not a real man any more. Your barely larger than a boy and you will do as I say. There are definitely going to be some drastic changes around this household starting now. You will listen to me, I'm the boss and if you don't like it, well too bad, you're to small to stop me."

I looked up at my wife in awe. This was impossible and I wouldn't put up with it!. "Now hold it right there. You are still MY wife and you will listen to me."

Erica just laughed, "And how do you think you can stop me, little man? I'm bigger and stronger than you. You're no match for me. Face it, I'm in control of our marriage now and you will obey me from this point on!" She poked me in the chest with her index finger, setting me back a step. "And if you don't do as your told I will make you, by force if necessary."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I had to stop this and stop it now! I was getting madder by the minute and was about to blow. I pushed Erica back way from me. "I will not take orders from you or any woman. I'm the man of the house and I do as I please!"

I barely budged her. She quickly grabbed me, picked me up and threw me to the floor. I tried to fight her, but she was too strong. We wrestled for a few minutes but it was a hopeless fight. She pinned me down and pulled my arm behind my back, holding it there easily. She slowly increased the pressure until it began to hurt. I fought with all my strength but she had leverage and was far to strong for me.

"Apologize to me and say you'll do as your told" she said calmly but firmly.

"No! Never!" I screamed.

She increased the pressure until I thought she'd tear my arm off and repeated her order. I tried to fight it but the pain was too much for me to bare. I finally relented. "OK, you win! I listen to you! You're the boss! Please let me go!

Erica released me and stood up, leaving me lying on the floor rubbing my sore arm. From this angle she looked even larger more towering. "Good, now that wasn't so hard was it honey?" she said smugly. "Now be a dear and go cook me some breakfast. I'll have a three egg omelette, some bacon and toast. I'm going to go find something to wear."

"Yes dear" I answered meekly, "But can I get dressed first?" I couldn't believe I was asking my wife for permission to get dressed.

"No, I like you naked, besides none of your clothes will fit you. Now get going."

I slowly slunk into the kitchen and started cooking. I felt even more vulnerable working nude. By the time I finished with breakfast Erica arrived in the kitchen. She was dressed in one of my old shirts and my sweatpants. The shirt and sweats were both tight on her around the hips and bosom. Now I felt even more exposed and helpless, cooking for my fully clothed wife while I was completely naked.

"Bring it over to the table and get me some coffee and juice." I complied and then she told me to sit and wait for her. After she finished eating she got up and casually told me to clean up and join her in the living room when I was done. My god I was her personal servant now! I dutifully cleaned up the kitchen and joined Erica in the living room. She was sprawled out on the couch watching TV. She signalled me to sit on the couch near her feet.

"Ah, now this is the life. I get to relax on the couch while you get my meals and clean up. I think I'm going to like this. Why don't you rub my feet dear?"

Now I had to rub her feet! This was getting even worse. I was used to working all day and coming home and having my wife wait on me hand and foot, now I was the one doing the serving. I took a deep breath and began massaging her feet.

The rest of the day progressed like the morning. Erica had me put away our luggage, do the laundry and clean the house, all in the nude. She would occasionally check on me. She was a demanding taskmaster. She would make me redo chores she felt weren't up to her standards. She would also fondle me, playing with me and teasing me steadily. She would come up behind me and rub up against me with her large body. She kept me in a state of constant arousal, further enhancing my feelings of exposure by having me naked and aroused in front of her.

I cooked all of her meals and snacks during the day. I on the other hand, ate nothing. Still the thought of food made me sick. I hadn't eaten any food in days but I felt fine. After dinner Erica sat on the couch again and had me make her a drink. When I served it to her she showed me one of the special pills and smiled.

"No honey please don't", I begged, "I'll do whatever you want. I'll wait on you hand and foot, anything, just don't make me shrink any more, please."

"Well my little love, how is that any different from right now? You'll do what I say, you have no choice. I want you smaller. Then you'll be even easier to control. Won't that be fun?" She then swallowed the pill and smiled at me.

I tried to stop her from taking the pill, but it was not contest. She pushed me away easily. She quickly became very horny and began rubbing her breasts and pussy through her cloths. I just stood there watching, enjoying the show. My wife had previously been very reserved and would never had played with herself in front of me at least. But since these changes had taken place in our lives she was much more uninhibited.

"Oh I'm so horny my love. Undress me." she stood up and had me take her clothes off.

I took off the sweat pants, she wasn't wearing any underwear. She stood straight as I tried to take off her shirt. I could barely get it over her head, standing on my tip toes, and no way could I get it over her arms, which she held up over her head. Erica stifled a giggle at my efforts. She let me struggle for a minute or so and finally let her arms down so I could get her shirt off.

She sat back down on the couch and spread her legs. She began playing with herself again, moaning softly. She continued pleasuring herself, smiling at me the entire time. I was getting extremely excited watching her show. After a few minutes she spoke in breathless gasps, "Oh, get down between my legs and lick me, make me cum!"

I was a little reluctant to do this. Our sex life had always very conventional, straight missionary position. Erica had always been very conservative about sex. We usually just had sex and that was it. Now she was pleasuring herself in front of me and wanted me to perform cunnilingus. I'd never done this before, up until now, in our relationship we had sex when I wanted it and how I wanted it and that was it. Doing something like this had never entered my mind. Now Erica was demanding that I lick her pussy!

Erica noticed my hesitation and snapped, "I said, get down between my legs and lick me, NOW!"

I dove between her legs and touched her lips gingerly with my tongue. Erica moaned and thrust her hips to meet my tongue. I got a little braver and explored further. Erica moaned even louder encouraging me along. I got more enthusiastic and began licking faster and harder, probing deep inside her with my tongue. Erica bucked and screamed with pleasure. She grabbed my head and pushed my face against her hot wet pussy. I licked and sucked frantically, driving her over the edge. She came and covered my face with her juices and clamped her thighs around my head. She crushed my head between her thighs as she came for what seemed like hours. Just as I was about to pass out she released me and I fell to the floor.

"That was incredible," she whispered breathlessly, "I've never cum like that in my life, that felt so good. I like having you serve me for a change."

I was very excited also. Looking up at my amazon wife knowing I'd made her feel so good had brought me near the edge. I climbed up Erica's body and slid my erection inside her. She responded and thrust up to met me. She grabbed my ass and pulled me up deeper into her. We fucked with total abandon, moaning and crying out in ecstasy until we came together. I relaxed on top of Erica with my head nestled on her pillowy breasts while she gently stroked my head.

After a while I realized I was famished. I went to the kitchen to find something to eat. I searched high and low, but couldn't find anything that sounded good to me. Finally I tried to eat some of the leftovers from Erica's dinner. As soon as I took the first bite, I felt sick and spit it up. What was going on? Why couldn't I eat and why hadn't I starved to death yet?

As if she knew what I needed Erica came up behind me and hugged me. "Hungry my little man? I know what you need."

With that she turned me to face her. I looked up at her smiling face and then down at her beautiful milk filled breasts. She squeezed them in her hands and then guided my head down toward her right breast. I knew what would happen if I drank her milk, but I also knew that I needed it to survive. Somehow with all the changes to my body I was now dependent on her milk for sustenance. I couldn't control my need for it. My mouth watered and my stomach growled. I grabbed the offered breast with both hands and wrapped my mouth around her erect nipple. Instantly the milk began to flow, filling my mouth with its warmth. I swallowed as fast as I could, filling my empty stomach. I felt better immediately and sucked with new energy. Erica moaned with pleasure and pushed my face into her soft breasts almost smothering me. I continued to feed off my wife's breasts until I was full and could take no more.

"There, wasn't that good my little one?" Erica said in a condescending voice, "Feel all better now? Mommy's milk fill you up?"

She was treating me like a child now! I was beginning to realize that I couldn't survive without her to feed me and protect me. I was more like a small child than a husband to her now. And she seemed to be enjoying the new roles.

My body tingled all over stronger that ever before and I felt a little dizzy. The feelings increased in intensity then I felt a sinking sensation. I looked up at Erica as she appeared to grow above me. Her shoulders rose higher above me and her breasts rose up to meet my face. By the time the feelings stopped I was looking straight ahead at her breasts. Erica was giggling in delight. She up her hand on top of my head and then brought it to the middle of her chest. I was only chest high to my wife!

"Oh you're so tiny and cute my love." She bent way down and kissed the top of the head, like one would a child. "And you are mine, now come on"

She dragged me to the bed room and marked her own height on the wall, I now couldn't reach that far. She looked at the mark puzzled. "Still six feet even, I haven't grown at all since last time. Hmmmm, well that's fine, if I got any taller I'd be too tall anyway. Let's see about you my tiny one"

She backed me up to the wall and marked my height off. I was now four foot-six inches! I'd shrunk six inches since this morning! But the total difference in our heights was the same. It appeared the energy that grew her was now transferred to shrinking me alone. I was shrivelling away faster and faster!

"Four feet-six inches! My but we are getting small." she said giggling. "You're just the right height now for feeding aren't you, my little baby, I mean man?"

She pulled my head to her bosom and practically suffocated me. "Oh I love you so much my shrimpy little husband."

She let me go and then bent down with her hands on her knees until she was eye level with me. This made me feel even tinier. "Now here are the new rules of the house. I'm the boss. You will do whatever I say without hesitation or you will be punished. You will treat me with respect at all times, I will not tolerate any different. Do you understand?"

"Punished what the hell are you talking about? I'm your husband not a little boy, and I'll not be treated as such, do 'you' understand." I yelled up at my towing wife with my hands on my hips.

"Well from my point of view, you're as small as a child and right now you're acting like one. Maybe I'll treat you like one." she said slowly punctuating each word by jabbing her finger in my chest. With that she grabbed me and picked me up. I tried to get away but she was too strong. She walked over to the bed and sat down still holding me. With almost no effort at all she flipped me over and laid me face down on her lap, with my dick between her legs.

"What are you doing?" I screamed.

"Why I'm going to give my bad little boy a spanking to teach him a lesson." With that she began spanking my bare ass. This was the most degrading and humiliating thing that had ever happened to me. To be turned over you wife's knee and spanked like a small child! She didn't hold anything back. It hurt like hell. I begged and pleaded for her to stop. I promised to be good and do whatever she wanted, anything, just no more. At that statement she finally stopped, but left me draped over her knees.

"Now that's more like it. You have to understand that I'm the boss. You now depend on me for everything, without me to feed you, you would starve. You need me to take care of you and protect you. I'm the head of the household now and you will treat me as such at all times. I will do what I want, when I want and you'll follow my orders. Any indiscretions will be dealt with, got it?"

"Yes ma'am. Anything you say." I said meekly, my ego completely defeated.

"Good, now listen to me for a second." Erica lifted me off her lap and stood me on the floor in front of her. Even with her sitting on the bed I still had to look up to her. She leaned forward till we were eye to eye. "Now I know this must be difficult for you baby and I do love you. So I'm going to stop taking the pills. I don't want you to shrink away to nothing on me. Now you've got to promise to behave. If you give me any problems controlling you at all, then I will shrink you even more until your completely helpless. Do you understand?"

"Yes dear, I'll do anything just don't shrink me any more!" I replied eagerly.

"Good boy" she said patting me on the head. "Now lets have some fun! Climb on the bed and lick me to another earthshattering orgasm."

The rest of the night I fulfilled Erica's every desire, licking, sucking, and kissing every inch of her body. She must have cum half a dozen times. I enjoyed exploring my amazonian wife's gorgeous body. After hours of love making we curled up together, with me in my giant wife's arms, and fell asleep.

The next morning we both woke up together. Erica kissed me and told me to go make her breakfast and come get her when it was ready. I crawled out of bed and after going to the bathroom went to the kitchen. I began to make my wife breakfast, but now noticed how much bigger everything appeared to me. The kitchen counter that used to come only to my waist was now chest high. I had to really stretch for things in the refrigerator. I needed some stuff from the cabinets and I couldn't reach. I struggled to climb onto the counter to reach it. As I finally got the spice I was trying to reach I heard a stifled giggle behind me. Turning around there was Erica watching me laughing.

"A major victory for my diminutive husband." she said clapping. This made me feel even more humiliated and puny. I couldn't even get a bottle of spices out of a cabinet without a major struggle. I put the spices on the counter and sat down to get off, but Erica held me back. Even sitting on the counter I had to look up to her.

She kissed me a few times on the face and neck and while setting me down on the floor said, "I really appreciate all the work you are going through just to fix me breakfast my dear."

I finished cooking breakfast and Erica quickly ate it. When she was finished she stood over me and asked, "Is my little man ready for his breakfast yet?"

I stared at her enormous breasts barely covered by my old bathrobe. "Yes my love I'm starving"

"Good, well as soon as you finish cleaning up in here, I'll feed you. So get to work." She said and left the kitchen.

I quickly cleaned up and went looking for Erica. By now my stomach was growling, I was really hungry. I found Erica in her walk-in closet admiring herself in the mirror. She looked like a goddess.

"Come here and stand by me, my love. I want to see something."

I joined my wife in front of the mirror and was shocked by what I saw. I wasn't prepared for the drastic difference between us. Seeing myself standing beside her really emphasized the differences in our sizes. I looked like a child compared to her! If it wasn't me in the mirror it would have been laughable. The top of my head barely came up to the middle of her chest. My shoulder and her waist were at about the same level. And she was so big all over. Compared to her my arms and legs looked like an anorexic child. I felt even more puny and pathetic than before. How could I face the rest of the world. How could I return to work. I couldn't, there was no way I was going to let anyone I knew see me like this. Looking at the reflections in the mirror I suddenly realized how small I had become and how complete my wife's power over me was. I was almost in tears.

Erica rested her arm on top of my head and looked down at me and then at our reflections in the mirror. "Amazing isn't it? You are so tiny aren't you my little one? But you are just the right size for this aren't you."

Erica turned me around, opened her robe and guided my head to her breast. I hungrily clamped my mouth around her nipple and began drinking her life sustaining milk. I nursed on one breast until she pulled it away and replaced it with the other. The whole time I was feeding she talked softly to me.

"That's my good boy, you drink it all down, make momma proud. Your just the right height for this aren't you my baby?"

When I was finished she closed the robe back up and patted me on the head. "That's a good boy, my love. Now lets go make love. You sucking on my nipples makes me so horny."

She threw me on the bed and we made love for hours. The rest of the week progressed like that. I did all the household chores. I cooked, cleaned, everything. Erica feed me twice a day and we made love whenever she felt like it. But I didn't shrink any further and she stayed at six feet tall. Early in the week Erica had called into my office and told my secretary Sasha that I had come down with a "little" something and would be out for a while. I still didn't know what we were going to do about the business. Someone had to run things. Erica told me that she'd figure something out. It was her problem now and that I shouldn't worry my pretty little head about it.

On Friday afternoon there was suddenly a knock at the door.

"Who could that be?" I asked.

"Oh it must be Sasha, I invited her over here to discuss the office." Erica replied casually.

"WHAT!?!" I yelled, "I can't let her see me like this! Why did you do that?"

"Well someone has to run the business now. So I called Sasha over to figure out the best way for us to do that. Now here put my old robe on and let's go greet our guest."

End part I