SOME SIDE EFFECTS MAY OCCUR
By LEM




Amanda heard Jack enter the apartment. His movements were brisk and loud, which suggested he was either happy or angry. "Did you find a job today?" she asked hesitatingly.

"Nope, something better. Are you in the bedroom? Stay there, I have a surprise for you."

"Do I have any choice?" she replied.

"Nope." Jack, a 25 year old man about six feet with generous dark brown hair, ran in and flashed a small package at his wife, a year younger and six inches shorter than him, and with short sandy hair.

He held out the box proudly. "Taa-daa! The answer to all our problems!" Inside were several pills.

She looked at them suspiciously. "Are these drugs?"

"Nope, they’re regular medicine, and wait’ll you see what they do."

She examined the box. "I don’t know, Jack, these don’t look like regular prescription."

"That’s because they’re not on the market yet. I’m getting 200 bucks just to test ‘em!"

"Test them? What do they do?"

"They make guys potent. Doc says this thing will be the miracle drug of the third millennium"

She read the package. The notes seemed to go on forever. " ‘Some side-effects may occur?’ What’s that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, they always put that on. Those don’t mean anything."

"Jack, you’re not really going to take any of those, are you?"

He leered. "As a matter of fact, I already did." He jumped on to the bed. "Care to go for a test-spin?" Amanda sighed. There seemed to be no way around it, so she joined him.

One thing was for sure: the stuff was making him super-horny, even more so than usual. But she wondered if there might be side effects after all. Jack, to her surprise, felt leaner, lighter, more compact. Not in any obvious way, but just enough so that the lovemaking had a curious new feel to it.

Before long, she was at least as turned on as he. "Jack," she whispered between kisses," does this stuff make you lose weight?" He laughed. "What?"

"It’s just that, you seem kind of...toned."

"Well, maybe they should make a new version for girls, because your ass feels enormous tonight...in a good way of course."

"Jack!" She playfully swatted him. When he finally finished, Jack turned over and went out like a light. Looks like the miracle drug doesn’t change everything, she thought. She looked him over. He had DEFINITELY lost weight. She lay down with her back to him, just missing an astonishing sight, for Jack, still in his afterglow, began dwindling at an ever-so-gradual speed....

The next morning, she awoke while the clock still had ten minutes before its alarm went off. In this twilight time, her mind often wandered to strange, erotic places, places she’d never tell Jack about. Heck, if she ever did tell him he’d laugh or call her crazy or both. Probably both.

She paused. Where WAS Jack? Usually, his presence in the bed was unmistakable. His superior weight would make the bed sag in his direction, and his big body would give off heat. Now, the bed felt different. She was sure there was someone or something in the bed with her, but it was smaller than Jack. Smaller than her.

She slowly turned, fearing what she might see. A snake or other wild animal could be small but deadly, and a sudden move may wake it or provoke it. After she craned her neck around as far as she could, she just managed to spy her mysterious bed-mate out of the corner of her eye, and the amazing sight made forget her stealth and spin around in bed to gawk at it head on.

There, before her eyes, was a sleeping Jack reduced to half his height. Only his arms and shoulders were above the covers, but it looked like he had all the same proportions he always did. The effect wasn’t of a child or a midget, but an actual living doll-man. Amanda had always had a secret fascination with dolls, but this was a doll like no other. It breathed. It was warm. Yet, she wondered, could it really walk and talk?

Part of her doubted if what she was seeing was real. The twilight of dawn sometimes cast illusions, and she half-believed that the impending alarm would shatter the spell. Just then the snoozing Jack’s hand reached out and lay on her breast, sending a rush of sensations through her. Yes, this miniature husband was real. She felt her nipple become hard in his hand, but Jack’s only reaction was to lazily smile at how surprisingly huge his dream wife’s boob felt. Amanda had the sudden desire to descend on the little man...

The alarm clock went off, making her jump back. She almost couldn’t believe her eyes when the tiny Jack sat up in bed like he did every morning. His eyes were bleary and his face showed exhaustion. Big or little, Jack was not a morning person. His hand shot out to turn off the alarm, missing it by at least a foot. He muttered under his breath and tried again, succeeding only in whacking a pillow. She reached over and got it for him, waiting for his next move. He turned over and went back to sleep.

This was too much. "Jack, Jack." She gingerly nudged him. He snarled and sat up again. "Awright, awright, I’m up already," and his hand pushed her away. She was so surprised she drew away from him as if in fear. Jack was so groggy and heavy-eyed that he didn’t notice anything was different!

Jack had to get up early for his appointment at the temp agency, and he hated getting up early. He dropped out of the bed, exhausted yet desperate to get his morning routine over with. Because of this, he was oblivious to his new height, about three feet.

The unusually long drop out of the bed startled him a little, but not enough to wake him up. Amanda, did take notice, however, and in her astonishment remained absolutely still, not sure if what she was seeing was real. The sight of Jack as a three-foot midget was startling but somehow intriguing.

The next few moments made her feel more at ease. To her surprise, Jack went about her morning routine as if nothing was different! He usually wore pajama bottoms and boxers, but as he approached the bathroom they fell to his ankles. He ignored them and proceeded to the bathroom. Amanda looked at Jack’s pajama top, which she was wearing. Jack always said it looked sexy on her because the fit was so loose. She giggled quietly as she thought how it now fit her a lot more snugly than it would him.

She could see his perfectly proportioned little body enter the bathroom and step into the shower. She smiled as she saw him splattered by the jet pulse massage setting, which she usually used. With his eyes shut tight, he tried to adjust the showerhead, which was far out of reach.

He walked out of sight and then reappeared in his bathrobe, which now dragged on the floor. The sash was dragging as well, tripping him up a little as he obliviously went about his routine. She pulled the covers over her head, trying to suppress her growing laughter. "What you doing still in bed?" he asked groggily.

"Oh, I’m just tired," she replied. She was glad she’d done this now. A good look at her would surely snap him out of it, and she wanted to see how long he could go on before he noticed.

"Well, get out of bed and get breakfast on the table, girlie!" He slapped her bottom with a force that would have stung if he’d been his normal size, but now it felt like a little love tap. She began to think how she was now far superior to him physically, which sent her mind racing in several directions. She always like being lifted by Jack, but the thought of her lifting him was exciting too.

She peeked out of the covers and saw Jack reaching for his white collared shirt in the closet. The hanger was out of his reach, so he impatiently tugged at the shirt until it fell to the floor. It fit like tent, the tails going to his ankles and the sleeves falling way past his hands. Poor Jack! He still didn’t catch on! He just rolled up the sleeves and buttoned himself.

But when Jack reached for his pants, she knew it wouldn’t be much longer before he caught on to what had happened. As he stepped into them, he found he had to gather up the legs just to get his feet out of them, and that the waist was far to big. He tried to tighten his belt, but the smallest notch was anything but a tight fit.

He was so preoccupied with this that he didn’t notice Amanda creep out of bed and walk up behind him. His eyes, no longer bleary, finally took note of his predicament, though his gaze remained focused downward. "Amanda, there’s something wrong with my pants!" he cried.

Behind and above him, he heard her surprisingly loud voice say merrily, "I know. They’ll look better when you put your hat on." From out of nowhere, an oversized hat dropped on him and covered his eyes.

Amanda just couldn’t resist playing her mischievous little game. Here was her handsome husband, shrunken and done up like a little baggy pants comedian. He yanked the hat off with one hand while holding up his pants with the other. The sight that greeted him caused his jaw and his pants to drop at once. His little wife towering over him like a 10’+ giantess! She grinned. "How about some pancakes? Maybe a short stack?"

For a few seconds he stood motionless, unable to believe what he saw. Then he noticed her pointing to his left. He turned and saw their reflection in a large mirror, and it was clear that everything was its normal size except him. Then he turned and ran, leaving her and his pants behind.

"Hey, come back!" She ran after him, her long legs covering ground faster than his little ones. She scooped him up as he was trying to open the front door. "Let me go!" he cried frantically, and he was still big enough to put up a fuss.

She managed to carry him into the bedroom, where she tried to calm him, but he only became more violent as he tried to escape her clutches. Unable to think of any other solution, she sat on the bed, spread him out on her lap and administered a couple of slaps to his bottom to quiet him down, her hand easily spanning the length of his newly miniaturized tush. She didn’t apply much force, but he yelped loudly with each contact, and to her surprise, the target area was crimson colored in seconds. She released him, and he stood at her feet, massaging his tender backside and looking up at her with a newfound respect.

She was surprisingly pleased. While Jack had flown off the handle before, she’d never had as easy a time calming him down. "Relax!" she reassured him, "I’m only saving you the embarrassment of walking outside three feet tall with your pants off."

He calmed down and began to size himself and her up. "What happened? You look so, so huge."

"It must be that potency stuff you’re testing. Guess it has some funny side effects."

"I’ve gotta call Doctor Argaiv!" He ran to the phone. After a few minutes, he hung up. "The call was forwarded to Europe. The Doc’s at a conference. He said he’d take the first plane in and be at the office tomorrow morning. He wants to examine me first, but he says he figures that the shrinking is definitely a side-effect of the drug."

"So are you going to get any smaller?" she asked in a voice that tried to hide her hopefulness.

"No, I only shrink when the drug works so as long as I don’t orgasm I’ll stay the same size."

Is that so, she thought wryly.

Jack was totally disoriented. He was now going to spend the day in his apartment, which now seemed like an oversized mansion, complete with 16-foot ceilings. He might’ve gotten used to it if not for Amanda, who strode around like a regal giantess, fearless and careless.

Of course, that was an unfair way to think about it. She was being very understanding about the situation, and he was just getting paranoid because his new size made him nervous. She went to a lot of trouble, for instance, to help him out with his clothes. She must have spent an hour in front of the dressing mirror with him, trying to find some clothes to fit, having him try on one article of clothing after another. She’d have him put on a pair of pants and then lift the waistband up to his armpits, shaking her head and saying, "No, these are much too big," or she’d put a shirt on him and gather up more material in her hand than there was on his body, remarking "No, you’re much too little for these." If anything, she went beyond the call of duty, continuing to try clothes on him even after he’d given up hope. And she seemed to have a new way to compare his old garments to his new size every time and she always had a remark ready...

No. He was getting paranoid again. Maybe it was the time he tried on a T-shirt and it turned out to be one of hers. After he took it off, she put it on, and it was a perfect fit. Snug, even. The experience certainly was belittling, and the sight of Amanda in just her T-shirt and shorts (why did she have to wear so little today?) made him all the more uncomfortable.

She finally fixed things by attaching strips of cloth to a pair of boxers to make sort of a pair of lederhosen. He cringed as her hand accidentally brushed his crotch a few times during the fitting. More than a few times, actually. When he viewed the result, he thought it made him look even more comically small than before, especially standing next to his towering wife. (It seemed he couldn’t look in a mirror without her being nearby, but that was probably just his imagination again.)

In the kitchen, Amanda was having the time of her life. Poor Jack was determined to ignore her obvious teasing, which of course made it more fun. Suddenly, her ears heard his tiny footfalls approaching the kitchen where she was preparing lunch. She waited until the last moment and -

"Oops." She stepped in front of the doorway at the last second, and Jack’s little body collided into hers like it was a softly padded wall. "Oof," he said with his head buried in her tummy before he bounced off and landed onto the shag carpet. She bent down to help him up, giving him a tantalizing look at her bosom. "I’m SO sorry," she said with sincerity, "I had my eyes straight ahead and I guess I didn’t see you."

He tried to say "It’s all right, I can help myself up," but before he was half finished her strong hands had grabbed him under his arms and pulled him up. Then, just for an instant she lifted him clear of the ground, his tiny feet dangling over the floor. He was back on the floor before he could say anything, but she saw his face go wide with amazement as he felt his little body completely supported by her loving arms.

"That-that’s okay, he said weakly, "I barely felt it." He glanced to his crotch to see if his makeshift clothes were giving away his excitement. They were. He quickly adjusted his shorts and tried to act unaffected. "So, uh, what’s for lunch?"

"Chicken cutlets. You want your usual portion?"

"Sure," he said, then he realized that his "usual portion" was now more than he could eat in a day. As she expected, however, he as too proud to correct himself and ask for a tinier portion.

"It’ll be ready in a second. Oh, could you do me a teensy favor?"

"Name it," he said, pleasantly, but she saw his discomfort at her use of the word "teensy."

"Could you get me the small can of tomato soup on the shelf?"

He sauntered over to the cabinet, but when he spied the can, he saw it was on a shelf five feet high, well out of his reach. He tried several ways to grab it, first stretching, then hopping. "It’s next to the peas," she said with her back turned so she could pretend to be unaware of his struggles. Of course, she was able to see everything from the reflection in the window over the sink.

Determined to accomplish his task, he silently sprinted to the footstool, struggled with its unfamiliar size and weight, and clambered up it. With a feeling of triumph he grasped the elusive can with both hands, but as he turned to descend he saw that Amanda was standing right next to him now, towering over him even while he stood on the stepladder. She disinterestedly took the can from his hands - unlike him, she only needed one hand to hold it - and put it back on an even higher shelf.

He looked amazed. "What-why did you..."

"I just needed to check the expiration date. Oh, it wasn’t any big trouble, was it?"

"No, course not," he said, exhausted.

"Anyway, lunch is served." Jack went over to his place setting, sat down opposite her, and fairly disappeared behind the table. She had ‘neglected’ to provide him with some phone books and she knew he would rather die than ask her for one. She dug into her modest meal, and he stood on the chair, attempting to keep up with his equally sized, yet far more daunting dish, clumsily handling his utensils and reaching his arms all the way out just to get what was right before him. She finished long before him, but kept her gaze on him, and as long as she did, he kept trying to eat.

Finally, completely stuffed with only a fraction of his meal eaten, he gave up.

"Uh, I guess I don’t feel like chicken today."

"Oh, that’s too bad," she said noncommittally, and she took his plate and quickly began polishing off all he had left. That was too much for Jack, and he wandered into the bedroom to sleep off his folly.

Amanda followed on him as he hefted his tiny body onto the bed and passed out. She crept up on him and observed his shrunken body on the bed. The excessive food he’d eaten had put him into a blissful slumber, and he no longer seemed afraid or upset.

She sat beside him, feeling the mattress give in to the weight of her bottom far more than it did for his whole body. Poor Jack, she thought, even the bed thinks you’re tiny. The day was warm, so he slept naked and uncovered except for his clumsy boxers. She marveled at his lean yet muscular body, perfectly reproduced in miniature. All her life she’d found tinyness fascinating, and here was Jack, three feet tall and just waiting to be smaller...

She resisted the temptation, but it seemed a shame to waste such a perfect opportunity. How frustrating that she had a miniaturized husband she couldn’t touch! If only that doctor hadn’t given him the warning, she would probably have had him in bed within minutes. On the other hand, maybe this possibility of further shrinkage wasn’t such a bad thing. If a three-foot husband was thrilling, how much more thrilling would an 18 inch one be? Or a nine inch one? Or smaller?

She tried to erase that thought. Still, there couldn’t be any harm in just a little touching, and he was asleep, after all.

Gently she reached out and began stroking his body ever so softly, starting with his dark brown hair, the part of him that was least likely to feel her touch. Then she traced his cheek and chin, moving down past his neck and over his torso, where she could still make out his individual ribs and abs. The only sign he gave of noticing was that his breathing became deeper and stronger.

Before she knew it, her hand had reached his waist. Hmm, got there faster than I figured, she thought. But then, it was a shorter journey since he’d shrunk. She hesitated just a moment, then undid the straps to his boxers. They came off easily, being far too roomy for him. It was just a matter of elevating his tush for a moment, and of course, he was light as a feather.

Jack stirred for a second and mumbled contentedly, apparently enjoying the feeling of fresh air on his privates, but he otherwise seemed to be in the deepest of sleeps. She saw Jack’s manhood, somewhat reduced but waiting for attention, semi-erect as it must’ve been all day. Was it the drug? Or something more?

She hesitated, still reluctant to cross the threshold, but finally brought down one index finger so that it touched him on his shaft ever so slightly. To her surprise, it became rock hard instantly, and Jack’s sleeping body arched its back upward, thrusting his pelvis towards her hand. She started to draw away, but his tiny arm grabbed her with surprising strength. Well, if that’s what you want, decided Amanda, and she placed her entire hand over Jack’s pride and joy, completely covering it.

Jack began pant, but his eyes remained shut. "Oh, Amanda, Amanda," he groaned with desire, "You’re so HUGE..." Amanda gasped. So Jack was as turned on by the situation as she was? Nothing was going to stop her now. She began lovingly stroking his member, only to stop once Jack’s convulsions seemed likely to get out of hand. No need to end things too quickly, after all.

She reached down and kissed him, feeling her lips completely encircle his while her giant tongue easily bested his small, delicate one in a wrestling match. She drew her arms around him. Lifting him up to her, while his tiny arms struggled to reach around her. She grabbed one of his butt cheeks completely in each of their hands, while his hands struggled down her back, unable to reach the same goal on her. She lowered him and guided his hands toward her derriere, which felt tingles of delight from the minuscule groping of her tiny lover.

Finally, she could wait no longer. She put him down and got up just long enough do doff her encumbering clothes, while Jack’s sleeping arms searched for her in vain. Finally, she lay down on top of him, achieving full body contact. She had considered other positions, but if the doctor’s shrinking theory was correct, this would probably her last chance to get on top of him with all of her weight.

It was like a new experience for both of them, feeling the caress of a lover so different in size! She mounted him. Jack let out a moan of ecstasy as his sleeping crotch found what it was seeking.

Jack’s subconscious mind marveled at the weight of his wife, who was now like a titaness favoring a mortal with her pleasures. Meanwhile, Amanda felt a rush of power at the tiny gyrating form beneath her, a form that could not escape her desires if it had wished to. The excitement built up in her until she climaxed. Her passions enlivened Jack, whose throbbing organ was doing an impressive job for its size. Then he arched up, almost lifting her gigantic body off the bed as he came like a fountain.

He collapsed back into a motionless sleep, only with a smile that spoke of pure contentment. Amanda, exhausted, flopped down next to him. Who knew that such a tiny mate would require such a workout? And in his sleep, yet! Jack sensed her presence and moved toward her. She placed his head on her chest and wrapped her arm around him. His body felt super-warm, and she wondered about the Doctor’s theory.

She didn’t have to wonder much longer. As the minutes passed, she could feel Jack slowly shrinking. Though it was almost imperceptible at first, she could feel a slight friction as his head remained on her bosom but his feet crept upwards, brushing against her hips. Her chest soon became too high a headrest, and he slid down onto her arm, his weight dwindling away. The whole time he seemed to glow with pleasure, and she almost wanted to wake him and have him describe the sensations.

After a while he stopped. He was one and one half feet tall and probably weighed only a few pounds. That meant he had gone from being a very small midget to the smallest man on Earth. In fact, he was about the size of a teddy bear, and so she picked him up and happily snuggled him for a few minutes. Finally, she tore herself away and quietly got up. His arms reached for her, but had to settle for grabbing a pillow bigger than himself. "That’s all right, Jackie-boy," Amanda whispered. "I’ll be back. We’re not done yet."

In the sitting room a short while later, she heard a groan from the bedroom.

"Oh, no, not again," she heard.

"Jack," she said innocently, "Is everything okay?"

"It’s the drug," he moaned, "I must’ve jerked off in bed. I shrunk again."

"Oh, you poor dear," she said, as convincingly as she could, "Do you need any help?"

"No, no," he said hurriedly. I wanna get dressed. It’s bad enough being small without being naked."

She waited for a few minutes, then heard him approaching the sitting room.

Remember, she reminded herself, look surprised. He walked into view "I think it—"

His words were cut off by the hysterical laughter of Amanda who nearly fell off of her chair. Jack was still wearing the boxers and suspenders combo that Amanda had whipped up, but he had to cinch up the suspenders practically all the way and the flopping boxers now went almost from his ankles to his armpits with the long tails of the suspenders dragging behind him.

She kneeled (a position from which she still towered over him) her giggles, unsurpressible. He looked up at her, mortified. "Boy, you’re really one to go to for sympathy."

"I can’t help it," she gasped. "You look so cute." Her hands reached out and pulled out the sides of his shorts, holding out the ends so the trunks took their original shape. Poor Jack! He barely took up a fraction of the space in his own boxers now! "You have got to be the tiniest man of all time."

Jack wanted to counter her, but what was the point? She was right. "All I know," he said, "Is that I’ve got to keep my self-control until this thing wears off. Who knows how small I could get?"

How small indeed, she wondered. To have a lover no bigger than her hand...

"Anyway," he added, glumly, "At least there’ll be no temptation on your part."

"What do you mean?"

"Look at me, I’m a shrimp. What could you possibly see in me?"

"Hmmm," she said pulling out the front of his boxer’s waistband, "You mean there’s something to see? Oh! There it is! Peek-a-boo!"

"Hey!" He yanked the waistband back from her and clutched it to his chest. "Anyway, you see my point. You may think I’m cute, but there’s nothing that a woman your size would be attracted to a guy my size."

"Oh, I see. Just like a guy your size would never be attracted to a woman as big as me." And with that she stood up to her full height, resting her hands on her prodigious hips and ever so slightly jutting out her goddess-like chest.

Jack looked up awestruck at her and made a dry swallow. "Uh, yeah. Just like that."

The day continued normally after that, or as normally as it could. Jack was now so small he couldn’t reach doorknobs. He could only barely reach a tabletop with the aid of a chair, and to move a chair was a Herculean task. Again, Amanda played along, finding subtle ways to tease him. When the evening came, her favorite trick was to put the TV remote in an inaccessible spot very time she finished using it. Once Jack, a born remote hog, saw where she put it, he was loathe to ask her for it, so he’d go clambering for it on the couch armrest, reading lamp table, or wherever it would be, usually having to drag something over to it to stand on. As soon as he was close to having it she’d absentmindedly pick it up again, change the channel to something he hated, and put it down someplace else.

When gave up and tried to sit on the couch to watch TV with her, she casually slid nearer to him and let her arm rest on his shoulder. He moved away, and then she moved sideways, putting her feet up on the couch. Jack, in the presence of her statuesque legs, found himself backed into the tightest of corners, almost pinned under her mammoth calves as her feet rested on the armrest. "Honey," he asked quietly, "must you to put your feet up?"

"Oh, are you running out of room?" she said, rubbing her legs together dreamily. Jack lost it. "I-I gotta go!" He slid out from under her, leaped off the couch and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door.

Immediately, he dropped his oversized boxers and studied his overexcited organ. "Oh, no you don’t, every time you get bigger I get smaller." He had to do something fast. Grabbing the back brush he stood on the side of the tub and nudged the shower knob to a slight cool drizzle, just right to cool off a man his size.

Jack went into the shower, trying to compose himself. The water was good and cold. As cavernous as it seemed, the bath and shower still pretty much worked normally for him, and he began to relax, feeling almost his normal size again.

Just as he was about to finish, however, he heard the door open. Amanda’s lofty form entered wearing a robe, which she soon abandoned. Her beautiful figure, 22 feet tall in Jack’s eyes, yet still perfect in every regard, stepped in and slid the shower door completely shut. "I hope you don’t mind, but I need a shower myself, and since there’s plenty of room for both of us, I figured, why wait?" Jack looked at the door, the handle of which was out of reach and even then would probably be too much for him. "Um, Amanda, could you let me out?" he asked meekly.

"Brrr, this is too cold," was all she replied. She turned the control so the water became steamy warm and increased to a veritable torrent. "Ahh, this is much better."

Jack persisted. "Amanda, please, this isn’t a good idea. You know, I’m trying not to get, excited." He certainly was excited, and there was no doubt that she could see the evidence. But she just rolled her eyes. "Oh, you men. You try to make something sexual out of everything. We’re just cleaning off, not having some sort of orgy, you know." Jack was almost dizzy-headed by now. One part of his mind was trying to grasp her logic, while the other part wanted only to grasp her body, which was right next to him yet tantalizingly out of reach. "I, I guess I see your point," he finally mumbled. "Nothing wrong with a shower."

She smiled. "Come to think of it, I think a bath would be better." She switched the plug on and poured liquid under the incoming water, creating a mountain of bubbles which gathered around her knees while Jack had to push his way through them like an explorer in a jungle hacking through high grass. "Plugh—Amanda," he sputtered. She peered down. "What? I can’t hear you in all that. Wait a sec and I’ll be down." She lay down, spreading her body throughout the tub and raising the water past Jack’s waist. The tub was now too slippery for him to escape and the water was too deep for him to sit in. Jack also realized that he was now standing between Amanda’s legs, and all that he had lusted for a moment ago was now within his reach. He swallowed nervously. The only thing he could think of to do was to sit on her right leg, just above the ankle. She giggled, "Jack, I can feel your little rear end." He stood up nervously. "I was just resting, I swear."

"Oh, sure, that’s what they all say. But Jack, could you come over here and do me a teensy favor?" He cringed. There was that word again. He hesitated, knowing that to approach her meant coming in contact with her—no, best not to think about that. "I know what you’re thinking," she said with an accusing smile. It’s nothing like that. I just want you to scrub my back."

"You-your back?"

"What, do you have some kind of back fetish or something? C’mon, Jack, try getting your mind off sex." Jack nodded, and proceeded to walk towards her. She was obliging enough to move her legs to one side, albeit by lifting one leg and moving it over him, a la Sharon Stone. "Don’t peek," she giggled." He gingerly moved up the right side of the tub, but getting past her hips posed a problem. "Just shimmy past them. But don’t dawdle, mind you. Else, I might doubt your good intentions." He laughed nervously and began to pass them, but found himself wedged in exactly halfway. "Ooh, Ooh, stop, you’re tickling me," she chided.

"I can’ help it, I’m stuck." But what a place to be stuck, he thought to himself. That ass, those tits—no, mustn’t think of that. But then she turned towards him, almost shoving a mountainous breast into his face. "Maybe I can help?" she suggested. Staring her face-to-breast, he could only stammer, "I, I, I, ---"

"Oh, brother. Here." And with that, she grabbed onto the sides of the tub and lifted herself up enough to let him pass by. The water level in the tub dropped considerably, and Jack was transfixed by the twin giant orbs of her buttocks, and another attraction that put even them to shame. Still easily within reach, he could go under her and reach up and grab -

"Anytime this year, Jack," her gentle voice boomed. Jack snapped out of it and moved behind her. Her sudsy form came crashing down, causing considerable waves in the cavernous tub. Jack was now a prisoner, surrounded by porcelain walls on three sides and his wife’s handball court of a back on the remaining side. But a lovelier wall he’d never seen.

She dropped a sponge half as big as his whole body behind her, and he proceeded to get to work. She purred and undulated with his every stroke, backing up until he was almost flat against the back of the tub. Her butt advanced on him, pinning his feet. "Uh, Amanda, can I get out now?" he asked as calmly as he could.

"Certainly, you’ve done an excellent job. Those little hands of yours are really thorough." Once again she lifted herself out, but this time she was further back into the tub where there was less room, and the only way past her was under her. But couldn’t, he shouldn’t—"

"C’mon, if you make me wait too long I’ll fall on top of you, and I don’t think either of us wants that," she warned. Holding his breath, he went under water, feet first and face up, like someone off a pool slide. There was barely enough room to slide under her without touching her. And before he could finish, there was less room than that. Jack found himself brushing face with her warm, gargantuan pussy. Her mighty giggle could be heard through the water, and when Jack emerged, her cool facade had melted and she was wearing the grin of the cat that ate the canary. Or was about to.

There was no more rational explanation. Instead, she gleefully drew him in with her legs, bringing him close to her, where her hands pressed him against her. "You are so cute at this size, you teeny little man, I have got to have you!" Jack could hold out only for a few kisses, then became as passionate as her. She leaned down toward him, allowing him to feel her giant boobs, warm and slippery under the soap and water. Then she brought him to her lips again, and as they kissed her giant hand stroked his groin....

It happened very quickly. After the rush of elation, Jack’s face went white with fear. "Oh, no."

"Ohhh, yes," giggled Amanda. She placed him down in the water. "Going down." Jack, awake for the transformation for the first time, felt a strange tingle, then a kind of dropping sensation. Amanda, looming above him, reassured him pleasantly, "Don’t worry, it doesn’t take long at all. And if I’m right, the sensation is really pleasant."

The sensation was kind of pleasurable, or so Jack would have noticed if he hadn’t been fixated on its effects. The whole world seemed to open up, expand, rise, and draw away at once, especially Amanda, who started to take on the stature of a giant from the world of fairy tales. Then Jack realized one more thing. The water, which had been a little above his waist, was climbing higher and higher as he shrunk. Soon...

"Amanda, the water! It’s too—blub!" He was now a nine-inch man in ten-inch deep water, swimming in his own bathtub. The giant world around him was now blocked out by the tremendous billows of soap bubbles that dominated the surface. It was if he had entered a strange, alien world.

Suddenly, he felt swelling in the water. From beneath him rose a gigantic feminine knee, holding him above water and then lifting him above the bubbles. He looked up at the friendly face of his wife, now fifty feet tall to his eyes. "Welcome to giantess island. Would you care for a free airlift back to the mainland?"

He wasn’t sure what she meant but he nodded yes. Her hand, more then half the size of his whole body, wrapped around his chest and lifted him dizzyingly high into the air as she stood up. Oh, the size of her! Against his will, he felt himself hardening again...

"...Again? Naughty little man, you just won’t give me a rest. Here, this’ll help you dry off. She dropped him into the breast pocket of her terricloth robe, which he soon felt moving as she put it on. The loose walls about him became taut as she drew the robe around the swell of her breasts. Try as he may, he couldn’t resist running a hand against the woolly partition that stood between him and his wife’s mound. As he did it, her heard her titter.

Light entered as he saw her open the pocket with her finger and peer down at him. Don’t you worry, Mr. busyhands, you’ll have plenty to feel soon enough, but for now I’m going to leave you hanging" With that she hung up the robe on a hook and when he looked again, she was in a night shirt and brushing her hair.

After a few seconds, he regained his composure and shouted, "Amanda! You did that on purpose! You deliberately shrank me!" He pointed an accusing finger, which he withdrew when she walked up to him and enveloped his hand in her loving lips.

"Why of course I shrunk you, with a little help from you, of course. Look how cute you are, all teeny-tiny. How could any girl resist you?"

He was flabbergasted by her confession, or rather her confirmation. "Then when I was napping--?"

"That’s right, I was your dream lover. And believe me, you had the time of your life, even through the shrinking part. It’s sort of a tingling sensation, isn’t it? I think you enjoyed it again in the tub, though you probably wouldn’t admit it."

"So that’s it? For the sake of some kicks, you made me, what, nine inches tall?"

"Don’t feel so bad. Nine inches is pretty big for a man," she giggled.

"You call this, ‘pretty big?’" he scoffed.

"Believe me, Jack, soon you’ll have a hard time imagining you were ever as big as you are now."

He gulped. "You don’t mean...."

She raised her hand up to his face. "Picking you up is fun, I’ll admit, but you’d be a lot cuter palm-sized, don’t you think?"

"You-you wouldn’t dare! I won’t let you!"

She raised an eyebrow. "You won’t let me? What are you going to little man, spank me?"

She laughed, but he was determined to retain his composure. "You got me before because my guard was down! But now I’m on to you and I won’t let it happen again! Remember, you can’t shrink me unless I let you!"

She extended a finger and gently rubbed his groin through the robe. "It’s this little fellow who’s in charge, not you, Jackie-boy. And he likes what I’m doing just fine."

Jack shuddered from her touch, but held his ground. "That’s where you’re wrong, Amanda! Unlike you, I have self control! That pill is only good for three more hours, and you can bet I can resist you until then!"

She put a thoughtful hand to her chin. "So, we have a challenge. The little Puritan versus the giant seductress." She went to the digital alarm clock and set it to go off in three hours. "All right, then, the clock is ticking. May the best woman win."

She walked to the closet. "You don’t mind if I get dressed for battle, do you?" She pulled out something that was on a hanger and wrapped in a plastic dry-cleaning bag. He wasn’t sure what to make of it at first, then it came to him. The lingerie! The expensive camisette ensemble he tried to give her last Valentine’s just before they had that big fight. She said she’d thrown it out!

"No!" he said, half-commanding, half-begging. "Anything but that! You swore you wouldn’t!"

"All’s fair in love and war, little man," she said as she slung the garment over her shoulder and exited the room. For some time - he wasn’t sure how long, as the alarm clock was out of his view - he heard the hairdryer going, then came another long stretch in which her heard her moving about, perhaps brushing, perhaps, donning make-up, perhaps, snapping something on. He considered trying to get out of the robe pocket, but it was a considerable drop to the floor - at last thirty feet by his reckoning - and the cloth of her robe had a soft velvet-like texture, making it impossible for him to be sure he could safely grip it all the way down

Jack was sure of one thing, however. When she took this long it meant it was a special occasion. Amanda’s beautiful, he thought, but when she puts her mind to it...the thought made his heart freeze. All the while he heard Amanda softly singing a little song to herself, and her obvious ease of mind only heightened his discomfort.

Suddenly the door swung open and she appeared, wearing the camisette like she’d been held over it and poured inside. Her face was done up lightly but skillfully, accenting her baby doll eyes and her rose lips. Her sandy hair was done up perfectly, with the deliberate exception of a single lock that hung down and touched her right eyebrow, lending her a slightly devilish look.

The camisette, a turquoise wonder, made her look curlier than she already was, from her rounded hips to her delicate waist, to what looked like an explosion of bosom at the top. Besides this, there were long white fingerless gloves, garters, stockings, high heels, and a lace generally everywhere except where it might preserve her modesty. "Boy, you sure don’t make it easy on a girl, Jack. Putting this thing on is about as easy as doing a tax form, but I have to admit, the end result is impressive, if I do say so myself." She did a model-like 360-degree turn for him, and at every angle she just looked better.

Jack was stunned. He was determined to hold his ground, but how? She practically had him seduced without touching him. Desperate, he jumped out of the pocket and began clambering down, despite his misgivings about clinging to the velvety material. Amanda, who spotted this while she was in the middle of a second turn, ran over to him almost immediately. She would have certainly caught him if he hadn’t lost his grip and come tumbling down.

Fortunately, the carpet was soft, and physics made the fall less painful for Jack than a proportionate drop at his regular size would have been. He was just a little winded. None of this was apparent to Amanda, however, and she looked down on her tiny man’s motionless body with concern, afraid to touch him lest it worsen some injury.

Jack sensed this and tried to remain motionless, giving him a chance to catch his breath and form a new escape plan. Unfortunately for him, her leaning body gave him a remarkable view of her accented bosom and one part of his body refused to stay absolutely still. "Jack?" she said, eyeing his movement.

She reached down a hand, but too slowly, and Jack bolted up and ran in the wisest direction, through her legs. Janet’s heels made it difficult for her to maneuver, and as she reached under her legs to catch the fleeing mini-man, she was sent completely off-balance, taking a rather unladylike fall to the floor.

Hearing the crash, he turned to see his giant wife in a rather unsexy pose, and couldn’t resist feeling a surge of triumph. The triumph was short lived, however, as he saw her get up into a sitting position and start removing her heels, her eyes peeled on him the whole time. And, to make matters worse, both doors to the room were shut.

He had only one hope. The bathroom was a worse dead end than the bedroom, but the door to the hallway had a small amount of space between it and the floor. If he could only squeeze under it.

He got down low. It was like crawling under a house, only with a giantess in pursuit. He heard the soft giant padding of her feet approaching him, but just as he thought he was through, his rear end got caught.

Amanda gazed down at Jack, whose cute little derriere left him in a somewhat exposed condition. She reached down. "Why Jack, You seem to be a little too big for this task. Didn’t I tell you I had a surefire weight lost plan for this little tushie of yours?" And with that she gave one of his cheeks a gentle pinch that sent him hollering and out on the other side.

Amanda was pleased. There was no way she could have yanked him from under the door without injury, but now they could resume the chase, a chase in which eight of his strides equaled one of hers.

Jack heard her calmly swinging the door open as he raced down the hall. He turned the corner, but knew it would be seconds or less before she had him in her sight again. He needed a hiding place fast. He saw his only possible refuge, a giant basket load of dried and folded laundry He clambered up the side and crawled in.

He managed to do so before she turned the corner, but it was too late anyway. His weight was just enough to make the basket rock slightly as he entered it, and was still wobbling just a little as she exited the hall.

She walked up to the basket. "Hmm, now if I was an iddy-biddy pip-squeak of a man, where would I hide from my giant sweetheart? The trash? Too yucky. The carpet? Too heavy. Under the couch? Too obvious. I know! In the kitchen cabinet." Jack felt hopeful when he heard this, but then she added, "But first I think I’ll make sure that nothing inappropriate got mixed in with these whites."

She picked up the load and announced loudly, "Okay, Jack, we both know you’re in there. Come out quietly and I promise to go easy on you."

Jack remained motionless, hoping she’d change her mind and go away. She sighed. "Alrighty, then. Let’s go husband hunting." She put the basket back on the floor, and there was a gigantic motion in the basket as Amanda’s formidable hand went in, groping around the laundry, searching for Jack like a prize in a cereal box. She came close several times, forcing him to dive further into the clothes until he was afraid he’d be smothered.

She grunted in frustration. "Okay you win, squirt. Looks like the only way I’m going to get you out of there is do wreck all my nicely folded laundry." With that she turned the whole basket upside down, pouring out all its contents. Still, Jack was nowhere to be seen.

She began spreading the laundry about, sure he was in there somewhere, but there was still no sign of him. She had almost decided she was mistaken when she saw one of the articles moving by itself.

One of Amanda’s white stockings was traveling slowly across the floor, led by a small moving shape in its toes. Obviously, Jack had gotten further into the laundry than he’d intended. She casually stepped onto the dragging end, bringing its progress to a halt, though the little man-shape in the toe fruitlessly continued to try to plow ahead. She picked them up and looked deep down into the leg where the befuddled Jack was. "Hello, Jack. Trying on my things? I didn’t think you were that sort of fella."

Her beautifully manicured giant hand reached in and pulled him out slowly. She then carried the little man over to the bed and sat him down on a satin pillow so smooth he could barely stand on it. She sat down near him, the giant bed yielding to her curves. Jack was breathless and tired, but otherwise no worse for wear. "Had enough, dearie?" she asked, "or do you want to play some more cat-and-mouse games?"

"Only...if...you play the mouse," he wheezed.

She giggled. "Now, I’m hardly the size for that, and I don’t care for cheese, so let’s just settle our differences here."

He shrugged. "Well, at least I showed you I’m no pushover."

She grinned. "And neither am I, which reminds me..." She picked him up, lay him across her lap and have his bottom a light, two fingered swatting. He yelped once or twice. "This is for making me mess up the laundry." The paddling was mild, but Jack’s rear was already so sensitive from the doorway incident that it made his eyes water.

When she was done, he ran away about a foot or so and turned around, looking up to her with a chastened expression as he rubbed his tender bottom. She certainly had his attention. "As you now see," she continued, "Naughty little men get treated naughtily. Would you like to find out how NICE little men get treated?" He nodded yes, then quickly changed it to no, then back to yes, then he dropped down and balled himself up in a knot of confusion.

He gazed up at her with a look of combined fear and desire. "But...to become so small..."

"Aw, don’t worry about it. I mean, you’re pretty small already, so what’s the difference? And besides, haven’t you considered the pleasures of a giant wife?" She arched her back, making a sexy pose.

He sighed and nodded yes. Here before him was a fifty foot woman, voluptuous and eager to please him. "How could I not?" But he persisted. "But I can’t let you make me smaller! I won’t!"

She lay out fully on the bed and raised herself over him with her hands on the sheets. "Look, let’s be realistic. Can you escape me?"

He paused. "No."

"Can you overpower me?"

"No way."

"Can you resist my advances for the next two hours?"

His penis twitched. "Impossible."

"Well, then, as I see it you have two choices. You can keep up this resistance shtick and get shrunk anyway, or..."

"Or?"

"...Or you can both have fun doing it together."

He thought for a moment. "It depends."

"On what?"

"If I get can a hold of those tits."

She giggled. "I thought you’d never ask." She rolled over onto her back and lifted him up, laying him across her swollen bosom.

"Whoa!" He rolled off and landed on her collarbone just under her chin. "They’re too steep!" He observed.

"As if you’d want it any other way. Here I can fix it so you stay." Without another word she grabbed him and tucked his legs into her cleavage. The tight, bosomy sanctuary almost made him lose control right then and there, but he managed to hold it back. Instead, he reached under the material with both hands and caressed her giant breasts, his hands just falling short of being able to grab both nipples at once.

"Bit of a challenge, aren’t I?" she teased.

"Well, I guess you’re ‘easy’ but," he added, looking at the expanse of woman he had to love, "NOT so easy."

"Wanna see an example?" She got up out of bed. He didn’t have to worry about falling, as her squeezed bosom held him fast. She stood in front of the full-length mirror, and he gasped at the sight of his miniature body ensconced in her curvy cleavage.

"God, I look tiny!" He exclaimed.

She laughed. "See? After awhile you get used to everything being so big and you almost think it’s normal, but then you see a comparison..."

She lay down again and released him by undoing her camisette a little. This had the fringe benefit of uncovering her nipples, which seemed as grateful for the release as Jack was. He immediately played with them. "Man, these are incredible!"

She smiled, aroused as much by little Jack’s excitement as his caresses. "Ever see a bigger pair, Jackie-boy?"

"Not in my life" he said, absorbed in the task at hand.

"Now, now, you enjoy those while you can, because I’ve got bigger jobs in store for you." She let Jack go on for a little while longer, then her loving but firm hand whisked him away, his arms still futilely lunging for her nipples.

"Hey, no fair!" He protested.

"Now, now," she countered, "you’re getting bogged down, and there’s so many interesting places for you to see, such as...." She brought his face to her lips and gave him a wet kiss that left his whole flustered face ruby-red with lipstick.

He shook his head. "Now those are what I call lips!"

She giggled in response. "Speaking of lips..." she purred, moving him south.

Now he began to struggle in earnest fear. "Amanda, no! Not down there!"

"Oh, come on," he reassured him "It’s not like you’ve never been there before!" And so Jack came to be lowered onto her crotch, which she had de-pantied while he was enjoying her breasts. There was no need for him to get her started, as the excitement of having a tiny lover had already aroused her. Her pussy was both open and lubricated.

She mostly pressed Jack to her, enjoying his confused struggles. A tiny man can move in so many different ways! All the time her hand stayed on him, adjusting his position. It held him fast, though this was hardly necessary, since her giant squeezing legs would never have let him go.

After awhile, a confused Jack managed to find the experience arousing in an overwhelming sort of way. He had been shrunk to the size of a plaything for his giant wife, true, but to be the inspiration for such mammoth moans and gyrations...the thought that he was satisfying this giantess’ appetite was thrilling

After awhile, though, merely playing wasn’t enough for her. She lifted him up, opened her legs, and began to insert him. Once again it was too much for Jack, who was unprepared for the ultimate test of his wife’s desires. "Amanda! Not yet I’m not ready for this."

"You’re nice and ready," was all she’d whisper in reply, as the little man had become thoroughly lubricated from her cuddling. She didn’t waiver from her intentions guiding him in feet first. Almost instinctively, he tried to spread his legs, as if this would somehow give him a foothold. It only caused her to giggle.

It was fun, but she wanted to return to the task at hand (so to speak), and by simply readjusting her hold she squeezed his legs together and inserted him properly. She only kept hold of his shoulders now, to be sure he didn’t wiggle out. Jack, a man proud of his "size" less than a day ago, found himself going deeper into a woman than he’d ever imagined.

Squeezed by her thick, warm embrace, he couldn’t help wriggling about, and she certainly didn’t seem to mind His horror gave way just a little to fascination as he sensed her reacting to his every move. Soon a rhythm had built that he was unable to control. Her hips rose and fell and he felt her squeeze and relax her grip on him as her hand guided him out just a little then guided him back in, with some imaginative variations.

Eventually it was like nothing less than being trapped in a giant feminine earthquake, with considerable elements of a volcano thrown in. Jack could only go along for the ride and hope for the best.

Finally, he heard a climactic gasp from her as a final gush of lubricant swirled about him. He felt a giant shudder like the one felt by the captain of the Titanic as it struck the iceberg, except this was anything but icy.

She let out a long satisfied sigh and looked down at him with grateful giantess eyes, giving him a congratulatory squeeze. He felt a strange sense of elation at having satisfied this titaness of a wife, and started shuddering himself. She sensed it and giggled in approval.

She took him out, gave him a giant congratulatory kiss, then grabbed a nearby silk handkerchief, dried him off, and lay him in her bosom for a well deserved reward and rest. This time, Jack merely lay against her cushions like he was in a giant easy chair, gazing lazily into her loving eyes.

After a short while, she broke the silence. "Tell me how it feels."

He thought for a moment. "Well, squishy, but good. Very good."

She laughed, making his "easy chair" swell and drop with her, and somewhat unsettling Jack’s rest. "No, I mean the shrinking. You came again."

"Oh, man," he sighed, "that’s right."

She smiled. "Guess I made you forget, huh? Got a little caught up in the moment?"

He glanced back at her nether region. "‘The moment.’ I never heard you call it by that name before."

She giggled again, and this time he nearly rolled off her, but she caught him and sat him back down. "Now, seriously. I’m probably not going to do this again, so I want you to tell me just what it feels like...or I might have to do it to you again just to jog your memory!"

He waived his hands. "No, no! I’ll tell you. I..."

"Well?"

"Well, it’s a little hard. I mean, I’ve only been nine inches tall for less than an hour, and with everything so different, it’s hard to tell if I AM shrinking."

"Hmm, I guess it certainly becomes less noticeable to me every time. I have an idea." Without getting up, she was able to reach around to her night table and pull out a 12-inch ruler which she held end up next to him on her chest. "Stand up and be measured, little fella."

He blinked. "What do you have a ruler in your night table for?"

She smirked. "Well, Susan and I were talking about our fellas, and we wondering how you two ‘measured up.’ I was going to see if I could get your length while you slept."

He grunted. "So much for that contest." He was surprised to see her hold the ruler up to his tool, marking off his tiny measurement with her fingernail. "Yep, no contest," she laughed. "But don’t worry. You’re still the biggest proportionate to your height, speaking of which..."

He looked at the measurement of the once-again vertical ruler. He was now a little less than nine inches tall. "Oh, no," he said, seeing the line that marked his new height slowly creeping up over his head.

"You do seem to be getting cuter," she grinned. "So what’s it like?"

He looked about. "It’s like there’s this funny tingling moving out of my cock and into my body. Actually, it feels great."

"Well, I’m glad it’s not just fun for one of us. Go on."

He was about eight inches tall now. "Well, it’s like everything’s receding away but getting closer at the same time...my god, you’re getting even bigger." Her giant hand, now nearly equal to his size and gaining fast, stroked him with a delicacy that belied its mass.

He tried to go on, but he was too tired. He drifted off in the near-literal embrace of her bosom, and she lay still, watching him become ever smaller. The sleight weight that bared down on her chest became almost infinitesimal, until he had shrunk to less than five inches. The breast, which he had been laying against like a boulder, was now like a hillside to him. She took out another silk handkerchief and placed it on him like an enormous blanket. The sleeping man turned as if to kiss her in thanks, so she held out her index finger to receive it. To her surprise he not only kissed it, but embraced it like a companion.

Well, she could sleep with him on her chest if she was careful, but not like this. Unable to pull away without waking him, she carefully slipped her hand under his body and lifted him out. With her arm bent at the elbow she was able to hold him close to her head. Lying in her open palm, his arms encircled her index finger while his feet cuddled her thumb. With her free hand she turned off the alarm. "Good night, sweetheart," she said, blowing him a kiss. He replied with a minuscule peck on her finger as she drifted off.

The next day, Amanda, clad in a cross between a Vogue outfit and a businesswoman’s suit, appeared in Dr. Argaiv’s office. Monica, the receptionist, a woman in her early 20s with granny glasses and dark hair in a bun, barely had time to address her as she walked towards the doctor’s office. "Excuse me, do you have an app-"

"I’m with Mr. Sherwood," she said as she opened the door. She marched up to the Doctor’s desk with Monica close behind her. Dr. Argraiv, a bespectacled man in his forties, slightly balding but otherwise trim and even handsome, turned away from his paperwork to regard the disturbance. "Excuse me, but unless you have an appointment, I’m going to have to ask you to leave."

"Oh, I don’t have an appointment, but HE does. She opened her small back purse and set it sideways on his desk. "C’mon, big fella. Showtime." She tapped the bag, as if cueing something. "Don’t worry. These are professionals." After a few moments, Jack Sherwood, now less than five inches tall, stepped gingerly out of the pocketbook and into the light, his only clothing an improvised black loincloth. Dr. Agraiv looked like he’d been served a plate of worms. Monica gasped in astonishment and was rooted to the spot. "Mr.—Sherwood?" she asked.

The tiny man looked to and fro at them sheepishly. "Hello, doctor. Hi, Monica." Monica’s eyes turned towards the stunning woman who had brought him in, and gave her a gaped look that said, "You two don’t—", and Amanda’s gave her a gleaming smile that said, "We most certainly do."

Only Argraiv seemed unmoved. "Monica," he said brusquely "lease shut the door and hold all calls. Monica turned around, shut the door, and returned to continue staring at Jack. Dr. Argaiv cleared his throat. "I mean, shut the door BEHIND you." Monica turned red and let herself out. Argaiv waived a pencil at Jack, but spoke only to Amanda. "Now, what is the meaning of this?"

"Well, every time Jack and I ‘did it,’ he..." and she gestured towards the 4 ½" result.

Argraiv’s tone was now openly indignant. "And you deliberately kept this up, after I warned you? After you saw the results?"

She gave a shrug. "Well, he is my husband, you know, and I don’t believe it’s the wife’s place to say ‘no.’"

"What!?" said Jack incredulously.

They both ignored him. Dr. Agraiv rubbed his brow in consternation. "This is a disaster. I was ready to come out with a mass-market version in a month. A month!" He sighed. This situation turned up in some tests, then something like it happened with a few rats, then when we tested it on apes -- " He rolled his eyes heavenward "—I really thought we’d ironed out the bugs, but it seems this shrinking side-effect is part and parcel with the drug. I’ll never get it on the market now."

Jack was stunned. "You, you knew?"

Argraiv grunted. "I suspected. But this confirms it. Had you controlled yourself, I might have at least gotten a few decent blood samples to study, but there isn’t enough blood in you now to fill an eyedropper."

Jack was now waving his arms, trying to get his attention. "Doc! Never mind that! What about a cure?"

"Or, failing that, perhaps some financial compensation?" interjected Amanda.

Argaiv crossed his arms. "No on both counts. This shrinking is a one-way street, I can assure you that. As for money, you signed a waiver, remember? And don’t think of suing or going to the media, because you agreed to absolute confidentiality. Break that, and I’ll have you for everything you own." With that, he turned away and went back to his paper, livid.

Amanda looked down at Jack, whose arms were outstretched towards the Doc in a pleading motion. She shook her head sadly. "C’mon, Jack. We’re obviously not welcome." She scooped him and walked out. As she passed through the reception area, she saw Monica’s eyes peeled on her and her pocket book. "Monica," the doctor’s voice barked over the intercom, "get me some coffee, and be sure they leave." Pausing for a second, Amanda turned and put her pocket book on Monica’s desk. "We’ll go in a sec. Monica, would you mind watching Jack while I go to the little girl’s room?"

"Would I! Oh, yes!" she replied, probably more eagerly than she intended to.

Amanda tapped the purse. "C’mon out and be sociable, Jack." Then to Monica, "Remember, look but don’t touch." As soon as she was gone, Monica put her face up to the purse and stared inside. "Jack, I mean, Mr. Sherwood, are you in there?"

Jack cringed and slowly stepped outside. "Hi again, Monica." If it wasn’t for Amanda’s warning, I’d be in the palm of her hand right now, he thought.

She grinned excitedly. "Well, I’m really sorry for all the trouble you’ve had."

He shook his head quietly. "That’s okay Monica."

"I don’t mean to stare so much, but I’ve never seen a man so sm-uh, your size."

"That’s all right, I haven’t seen that many women your size, either."

Her eyebrows raised. "Oh, do I look like big to you?"

"Well, you’re a couple of thousand times my size, so yes, I’d say you look big to me."

She giggled. "Oh, heh-heh, I guess I would, wouldn’t I?" She leaned in closer and whispered, "Do you think giantesses are pretty?"

"If I didn’t I’d be a lot taller than this." This made her giggle again, but before she could ask another question, Amanda scooped him up and Dr. Agraiv barked for his coffee again.

Outside, Jack popped his head out of the purse. "What took you? Any longer and I think she would have stuffed me down her shirt!"

"I figured you’d be more upset by how the Doc you, or rather, how he didn’t treat you."

He sighed. "We’re licked. I’m stuck at this size forever. Though I figure you can’t be too disappointed."

"To tell the truth, I wouldn’t have minded getting you back to normal and starting it all over." She puckered her lips. "But you’re too cute to fret about."

"Not to mention broke."

"Oh, we’ll have to see about that. Now get in there before everyone thinks I like to talk to my purse." With that she gently nudged his head in and closed the purse.

A few days later, Amanda scooped Jack up into her purse and proceeded into town without telling him why. When he sensed her entering a building, he shouted, "If you’re not telling me where we’re going, can I at least look?" He heard the clasp being undone. When he peeked out he saw they were back at the Doctor’s office. "Amanda, are you’re crazy. We won’t get the time of day from him."

"You’re right. But we’re not here to see HIM." She rapped at the door and after a long wait, they saw a shadow approach the shaded glass in the door. "We can’t see anyone right now," a female voice said. "Try back in a few days."

"It’s me, Monica. Amanda."

The door swung open and Monica, swathed in a big white lab coat, put her arms around Amanda. "I’m so glad you came back! I felt terrible about the way he treated you the other day! Did you bring Jack?" Amanda pointed to the purse. Monica gave him a little wave. "Hi, Jack!"

In a second, there were inside. Monica brought them into the inner office and sat down lazily at the big desk. "Now, what can I do for you?"

Jack as confused. "Wait a minute, what about Dr. Agraiv?"

"Oh, yes, where are my manners? Doc? You have visitors."

She unbuttoned her lab coat’s chest pocket, and an angry 4 ½" tall Dr. Argaiv popped his head out. "You!" he peeped, pointing an accusing finger at Amanda, "You’re responsible for this!"

Amanda leaned toward him, making retreat a little back into the pocket. "Why, hello, Doctor, you’re certainly looking teensy today!"

Jack thought back. "You mean..."

"Uh-huh, while you and Monica were staring at each other, I went to the Doc’s coffee mug, took out one of your pills, and gave him a taste of his own medicine."

"Monica shrugged. "I guess Amanda figured out that I took more than dictation for the Doc. Once that drug got working on him, he just had to have some, and I’m sure you can figure out the rest. Anyway, I couldn’t help overhearing about your money problems over the intercom, and I’d like to straighten things out." She produced a checkbook. "Will $500,000 do?"

The miniature Dr. Agraiv emerged again. "You can’t do that! That’s my money!"

"Au contraire, Doc," countered, Monica, "Your backers turned the company over to me when you ‘disappeared’ right before you were supposed to produce your miracle drug."

"That would look suspicious," commented Amanda.

"Even more suspicious when it turned out he was stashing most of the business’ money in private Swiss accounts."

"Ohh naughty, naughty, Doc," chided Amanda.

"Those, those aren’t what they might seem," he said weakly.

Monica continued. "Seems the Doc had decided to only invest a fraction of the money into the drug - that’s why it works so funny - and put the rest into his pocket."

"Now all I see in the pocket is him!" laughed Amanda.

Monica laughed as well, patting the sheepish Doc lightly on the head with her index finger. "Uh-huh. I they ever do find the Doc, he’s going to be led away in tiny handcuffs, so I figured I’d provide a safe haven for him"

At this, the doctor began hurling a large number of curses and invectives at Monica and her clients. "Boy," said Amanda, "His mouth hasn’t shrunk as much as the rest of him."

Amanda smiled. "Don’t worry I know how to quiet him down." She grabbed the protesting Doc between her thumb and index finger, unbuttoned her top button, and deftly tucked him up to his neck in her bosom. He immediately went slack jawed, contemplating his new environment in awed silence.

"Looks like the Doc’s a chest man," commented Amanda.

"Monica giggled. "He used to complain my chest wasn’t big enough. Not lately, though."

Jack shrugged. "But Monica, how can you pay us this much? Your company’s only product doesn’t work."

Monica gently tapped Jack’s chest. "Seems to work pretty good to me, tiny guy. Besides, the backers let me keep a good deal of the interest the accounts had accrued, and it came out to a lot of money. The Doc’s a better businessman than a scientist.

"Anyway, I think this drug has, if you excuse the term, ‘big’ prospects. As you probably figured, I was into this ‘giantess’ thing already, and I know a network of individuals who share my interest. I’ve already gotten an offer of millions from a sultan’s wife who wants to start her own harem of little men, starting with her husband. And there’s a female movie star wants to create a series of private clubs. The list goes on."

Amanda tucked the check into her purse, alongside Jack. "Incredible. You’ve got to keep us posted on these, Monica."

"Oh, how could I not inform the first couple of shrinkdom? Now, if you’ll excuse us..." She placed the Doc on the desk, then took of her lab coat, revealing a daring jungle girl outfit on a surprisingly voluptuous body - "The doctor and I are involved in a most engrossing experiment."

Late the next day, Jack heard Amanda enter the house, but she didn’t come directly into the bedroom. "Amanda! Is that you!?" he cried, but he only heard her unwrapping things and even some hammering. Finally, she came in and scooped him up. "C’mon. I have a surprise for you."

"Do I have any choice?" he replied.

"Come to think of it, nope!" she giggled, before placing him on the floor in the sitting room. "Ta-daa!" Before him was a veritable mansion of a dollhouse, scaled perfectly to his size. "Like it?"

He walked in, and found it was already fully furnished. "Like it? Hey, this has more rooms than our actual apartment!"

"That’s okay, I’ve got a lot more room here since you shrunk."

He walked up the stairs, shouting a little to be heard. "Shrunk with a little help from you, you mean."

"You’re not mad at me, are you?" she pouted.

"No, of course not." He found the bedroom, and flopped on the bed. "But I have to think, if only you hadn’t been into this giantess thing..." Just then, he heard a huge noise as the wall, in fact the entire side of the house was opened like a great door. Amanda’s giant face filled the room as he faced her from the bed. He reflexively pulled the covers over himself for a second, causing her to laugh.

"If I hadn’t been into this ‘giantess thing,’ you’d have been three feet tall, out of a job, broke, and stuck with a wife who probably would have pretty disappointed by your new size. Instead, you’re less than five inches tall, a semi-millionaire, and stuck with a giant wife who can’t keep her hands off you."

"And vice-versa," he admitted. "Besides, the Doc who did this was shrunk too, thanks to you. All right, I admit, it’s been great. But now I really gotta rest." He turned out the light and put his head to the pillow, but he shouldn’t have been too surprised when he felt the whole house being lifted and placed in the bedroom. Then the wall opened, and two giant fingers gently plucked him out of bed. He looked up at Amanda, who’d changed into her lingerie, and complained, "Hey, lady, what’s the idea. Can’t a guy get some sleep?"

"Hey, mister, I don’t mind a private nap or two, but I’ll be darned if we’re going to start using separate beds this early in the marriage." She dropped him on her pillow, which she sat down near.

"I don’t suppose it would help to say I had I headache?"

She leaned towards him, heaving her gargantuan bosom towards him. "Are you suuure?"

Jack looked at the astounding cleavage, which stood before him like a beckoning gateway. "Um, now that you mention it..."

"Good! Now, are you up for a game of hide-and-seek?" In answer, he jumped into her nightie through her lowered bosom, and she rolled over onto her back, letting him travel across her tummy, his tiny footfalls tickling her to no end. "Wait, wait," she giggled, "I haven’t told you were home base is yet." Then she felt a tiny, moving figure enter her panties and then go lower. To keep from losing control, she stuck her feet in between the rungs of the bed while her hands grabbed the headboard.

"Never mind," she moaned. "I think you found it."