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By Fragilistic frag912@yahoo.co.uk
A man's relationship with his wife changes dramatically


Author's note : This story is inspired by the amazing work of Greapos, in
particular the classic story "Going Down".

John and Diana were enjoying a well deserved holiday, sailing around Bermuda
on a yacht they had hired for a week. They were both accomplished sailors,
having lived most of their lives by the sea. They had met in high school, and
unlike many high school romances there's had stood the test of time. John had
been attracted to Diana's stunning looks, and healthy physique, and took a
chance by asking her out on a date. To his surprise she had agreed, and John
had never regretted a single day they had spent together. He worshipped his
wife, and knew what a lucky guy he was to have her.

As they were resting on the deck, watching the waves lap against the sides of
the boat, and the crystal clear blue waters, John noticed that the wind was
picking up and the clouds were darkening. "I think the weather's about to
turn", he said to Diana. Suddenly without warning the temperature dropped
several degrees, chilling them both, and from out of nowhere a dense fog
enveloped the boat. It had a strange unpleasant odor, but after a few minutes
it passed, and once again they were in the bright sunshine. "Strange", said
John, "I've never seen a fog come up that quickly, or disappear so suddenly.
Still, it's a beautiful day, so let's enjoy it." He walked over to where Diana
lay on the deck and bent down to give her a quick kiss. She responded more
forcefully than he expected, and before they knew it, they were both shedding
their clothes and making love in the sleeping quarters below deck.

John was a little surprised at Diana's passion, but he rose to the occasion.
He was a considerate lover and took care to be gentle with his wife who,
whilst a healthy 5 foot 9 inches tall and 130 pounds, was still considerably
smaller than John who stood 6 feet 1. Diana was very well proportioned, with
long curvaceous legs, a slim waist, and amazing breasts. John was a boob man,
and with Diana he had certainly hit the jackpot.

Once home they soon settled back into their normal routines. John worked at a
local law firm in town and Diana taught aerobics classes at the gym. As John
was dressing for work he noticed that his shirt collar felt looser than
normal. He didn't give it much thought, as it was a new shirt, and maybe he
had bought the wrong size. He tried another, one of his favorites, and this
too came up a bit on the large size.

Looking over at Diana, putting her heels on, John thought that she looked
slightly bigger somehow, not just taller, her arms and legs seemed to have
more muscle than he remembered. Must be all those extra classes she's been
teaching, he thought, and made a mental note to renew his own gym membership.

At the office Jack greeted everyone after his return from vacation, and
chatted with some of his colleagues. He was popular, always willing to help
out in a crisis, and well liked, especially by some of the women who admired
his boyish good looks and selfless charm.

"John, can I see you for a minute please ?". It was Val, his boss. John
stepped into her office and shook hands with her, noticing that her handshake
seemed somewhat firmer than usual. Also was she wearing higher heels than
normal, it was unusual for John to be able to look his boss directly in the
eye. "John, we've gained a new client while you've been away, it's the
McKinsey contract we've been after for so long."

"That's great", John beamed, having put a lot of the groundwork in on this
deal.

"Now don't be upset, but I'm giving this to Janet to handle, she has the
contacts and I think this will be good for her."

John tried not to look disappointed but his face gave him away. He went back
to his desk, and tried to forget about his disappointment, but it nagged at
him for the rest of the day.

"Hi honey I'm home", Diana shouted as she bounded through the door, still
wearing a short skirt over her aerobics leotard. John was in the kitchen,
reading the paper and drinking a coffee. He stood up to greet his wife and was
enveloped in a warm hug. Diana gave proper hugs, unlike some women who arch
their backs, and John found himself pressed up against Diana's formidable
assets. "How are you Di ?" he asked, as she released him from her hug. "I feel
great, just fantastic", she enthused. "I've given six classes today and I
still feel like I could go some more. That vacation seems to have given me a
new release of energy, I can't quite explain it." "How was your day?" "Oh, you
know, same old", John replied, not wishing to be drawn into details of the
contract he wasn't being allowed to handle.

"Are you ok hon, you look a little pale?" Diana asked, stroking his cheek
gently with her finger. "Probably just some bug going around I expect, I'll
have an early night tonight."

John had a disturbed, fitful night, full of half remembered dreams, and woke
the next morning to find Diana already dressed. He climbed out of bed,
stretched, and then did a double take. "What the ...." he exclaimed, before a
feeling of dizziness overcame him and he sat down suddenly on the bed. "What
is it hon ?" Diana asked, turning around from her dressing mirror to look at
her husband. "Nothing, it's nothing, just felt a little dizzy, that's all" he
stammered, but Diana could tell something was wrong. "What is it, what's the
matter?" she said.

"I've, I've, I've shrunk", John blurted out. "What are you talking about,
people don't just shrink", Diana said flatly.

John steadied himself and got to his feet. The top of his head was now some
three inches below Diana's, and she was wearing only stockings, no shoes.

"Oh my God, oh my God", Diana exclaimed. "How did this happen ?"

John looked up at his now taller wife for the first time in his life. "I
dunno, I went to bed feeling a bit weird, and I wake up in the morning and I'm
shorter than you."

"We must measure you", Diana insisted, "to see how much shorter you are." She
took a tape measure from the drawer and measured John's height, which she
wouldn't have been able to do previously. "Wow, hon, you're 5 foot 6 now. So
you've lost like 7 inches. How is that possible ?"

"Christ only knows", replied John, "but I'm going to see Dr. Sutton first
thing." "Do you want me to come with you ?" Diana asked.

"No, no, I'll be fine".

"Ok, if you're sure. Call me to let me know how you get on, won't you ?" Diana
urged.

She kissed the top of his head, bending down to do so. "Besides, you are kinda
cute like this", she smiled. "Diana, this isn't funny. I may be really ill."

"Sorry hon, didn't mean to upset you. Take care and I'll see you tonight."

John put on a pair of Diana's sweat pants, and one of her plain white
T-shirts, for his visit to the doctor. None of his clothes fit anymore. They
had been coming to see Doctor Sutton ever since they moved to town, and she
knew them both well. John waited anxiously in the waiting room for his name to
be called, and then when it eventually was, he entered Dr. Sutton's room with
butterflies in his stomach.

"Hello John. How are you today?" She greeted him warmly.

John sat down opposite Dr. Sutton and started telling her what had happened.
She listened attentively, took copious notes, and said that she would need to
run some tests. Dr. Sutton stood up and John suddenly felt small. He didn't
remember her being so tall, but with heels on she must have been around 5 feet
11, easily tall enough to tower over him. John wondered if he was going to
have to get used to looking up at people.

The tests didn't reveal anything, so Dr Sutton suggested that John come back
in ten days when she would have the results from the blood tests.

John left the doctors surgery feeling slightly better about his condition and
decided to stop off at the mall to buy some new clothes as his old ones were
of no use to him. He bought a dark grey suit and black shoes for the office,
some shirts, 2 pairs of jeans and sneakers.

That evening in bed Diana leaned over to John and gave him a long, loving
kiss. "How's my little man ?" she asked.

"Don't call me that, please", he whined.

"Sorry, sorry, it's just that, well you know, it's strange you being smaller
than me. Takes some getting used to. "

"Yeah, no kidding", John replied.

"I know what will make you feel better", Diana suggested, and knelt in front
of his lap, her hands eagerly clutching at his boxer shorts. In no time at all
she had coaxed him to an erection and took him expertly in her mouth, her
tongue sliding around his rigid cock. John groaned in pleasure, his eyes all
the while feasting on the expanse of cleavage she was showing in her white
nightdress. With one hand she loosened a few of the buttons, giving him even
more of an eyeful of her expansive bosom. This was enough to send John over
the edge and he came suddenly and with force, Diana taking all that he had to
give.

Tiredness took hold of him and he struggled to keep his eyes open before
falling deep asleep.

Next morning John awoke to find Diana leaning in close to him, watching him
intently. "Hi sleepyhead, how are you feeling today?" she asked, more
cheerfully than normal.

John yawned, stretched, and looked up at his beautiful wife. If possible she
looked even more stunning than usual, her long chestnut colored hair falling
in waves around her angelic face, her beautiful slender neck, her shoulders,
her breasts ..... oh God, those breasts, so big and firm, her nipples poking
through the thin cotton fabric of her nightdress.

John sat up, swung his legs over the side of the bed, and then stood up. As he
did so, he felt a wave of dizziness hit him and gave a cry before blacking
out. He came to, moments later, and found himself lying on the bed with Diana
peering at him anxiously.

"What happened ?" he asked. "You shrank again, and this time I saw it." "You
saw me shrink ?" John asked, incredulously.

"Yeah, it was weird, amazing, kinda neat. You fell and I caught you, and laid
you down on the bed.

"Kinda neat ? This isn't funny, it's my life. God, how tall am I now ?" John
said, standing up somewhat shakily.

Diana stood up next to him, and she just kept on rising. John staggered
backwards as he looked up at his now comparatively enormous wife towering
above him. His face was exactly level with her enormous breasts which seemed
to be intent on escaping the confines of her low cut nightdress.

She placed her hands on her hips, smiled down at him, and thrust her chest
forward. "Well John, you've always liked my breasts, and now you're just the
right height for them. I'll bet they look a bit bigger to you now though ?"
she smirked. "Maybe a little too big ?"

John swallowed hard, his throat dry. This was all too much for him to handle,
he felt like he was starting to come unraveled.

"Cut it out, it's not funny."

"Aw come on little Johnny, I'm only teasing, you've got to admit that it is a
teenie bit funny, don't you think ? You always were the big man with your
trophy wife, and now it's me who is bigger."

John stared at her hard, saying nothing. They were both acutely aware of a
shift in their relationship, the balance of power had tilted.

"You may be taller, but I'm still the man", John huffed, pulling himself up to
his new height of 5 feet." And besides, I'm still stronger than you."

This last part came out rushed, and John immediately regretted saying it. Damm
foolish pride.

"Sorry, what was that ?" Diana asked, in mock disbelief. "Did the little man
just have a tantrum ?"

"Well, I am, that's all. Men are, you know, stronger than women."

Diana stared at him in disbelief, and then her perfect lips broke into a
smile.

"We'll see about that", she purred, before pushing John backwards with one
hand and leaping onto the bed.

Diana quickly grabbed John by the wrists and sat on him in a schoolboy pin,
smiling down at him.

"Give ?" she asked. "Never", he replied, confident that he could buck her off.
He tried to lift his hips, but at his new size Diana was simply too strong and
too heavy for him. She transferred both his wrists to one of her hands and
held them tight. Her long powerful legs wrapped around his waist and thighs
and squeezed.

She marveled at how easily she was able to control her husband, and she wasn't
even using all her strength.

"Oh my God", she couldn't help but say aloud, "you're really weak John. I'm
holding you so easily."

John's face was turning bright red with exertion, and sweat was dripping from
his brow.

"Get off me", he whined.

"Say that you're wife is stronger."

"No, I won't." His petulant male pride refused to allow him to admit the
obvious fact, that his wife was now stronger than him. She had become the
dominant partner in their relationship.

With her one free hand, Diana undid the top two buttons on her nightdress,
allowing more of her expansive cleavage to become visible.

Despite himself, John found that the close contact with his sexy wife was
turning him on and he could feel his erection pressing into his wife's thighs.

"You like this don't you, you're enjoying this ?" she asked, looking intently
at her husband pinned beneath her. John's face reddened further. On some level
he was enjoying being dominated by his voluptuous wife. Her breasts were only
inches away from his face and John had an awesome view of her cleavage, so
deep, and her skin, so soft and fragrant. She leaned in closer, her breasts
almost touching his nose. God, she was huge, had she grown a cup size ? Each
breast looked like it was as big as his head.

Diana squeezed her strong thighs together, crushing her little husband, and
she tightened her grip on his wrists. He would be bruised in the morning.

"Better give in before you get hurt", she taunted.

John looked up at his wife with a pleading look in his eyes. "Please, Diana,
don't do this ..."

"Just tell me what I want to hear and I'll let you go."

Diana squeezed her strong thighs tighter around John's hopelessly outclassed
legs, her muscles bulging beneath her silky nightdress. Her strong right hand
gripped his wrists harder, causing him to wince in pain.

"I don't want to hurt you, honey, but I can squeeze a lot harder." John's eyes
widened in fear.

"My wife is stronger than me", he blurted out.

Diana gave him one last squeeze for good measure and then slowly relaxed her
grip on her frightened husband, who immediately curled up in a fetal position
on his side of the bed, rubbing his sore wrists and legs. They didn't speak
but John knew things would never be the same again.

John's colleagues tried not to stare as he entered the office. They had heard
that something was wrong, a medical condition, but none of them were prepared
for what they saw. He was 5 feet tall, and the suit that he had bought only
yesterday hung loosely around his shoulders, and bunched at his feet, making
him look even smaller than he was.

Val called him into her office and peered down at him. John couldn't help but
notice how long and shapely her legs looked, and how big her breasts were. She
was quite an intimidating woman to a man his size.

"So, John, tell me, how are you coping with this, er, condition ?" Val asked,
as diplomatically as she could. She sat perched on the end of her desk, her
skirt riding up her massive stocking clad thighs, causing John all sorts of
distractions.

"Er, em, ok I guess", he mumbled.

"It's just that we have a lot of important presentations to clients coming up,
and well, to be honest, with your condition, we thought it might be best if
you took some personal time, just until things are straightened out."

"You can't be serious ? This is my career we're talking about here. I need
this."

"I'm sorry John, it's for the best, really. Just until things are sorted", Val
stated authoritatively, straightening out some creases on her skirt.

"Well, I'm glad that's sorted then John", she said, standing up and reaching
down to shake his smaller hand, "best of luck with everything."

John looked up into her emotionless face and knew that it was useless to beg,
he was being pushed out the door. Literally.

Diana arrived home that evening to find John in the living room, the tv on but
him not watching, just staring into space. "Whatever is the matter honey ?"
she asked, a concerned look on her face.

"It's work", he said blankly, "they want me to take time off until this is
sorted."

"Oh hon, don't worry, everything will be alright, you'll see. Come here." With
that she opened her arms wide and John stood up to embrace her. She tightened
her arms around him, hugging him tightly to her big soft breasts. John felt a
rush of emotion as his wife comforted him, hugging him tightly against her
perfumed body. Tears started to fall onto his cheeks, and he sobbed on her
shoulder. "I've given everything to them, the last 15 years of my life, and
they just turn me aside", he sobbed. "And how will we cope ?"

"Don't worry darling, I can take extra classes, we'll manage somehow."

John admired her confidence, he however didn't feel quite so certain about
their prospects.

"There's something I wanted to talk to you about", Diana said. "It's kinda
awkward. Especially given what's happening to you."

John looked at her apprehensively.

"Have you noticed anything different about me?" She asked.

John studied his wife closely.

"Er, did you get your hair done ?" he asked. It did look particularly full and
radiant.

"No, silly. Look at me. I've grown. I'm bigger than I used to be."

John looked at his wife in amazement, his jaw wide open. With all the changes
that he had been going on through, he had failed to notice.

"Bigger, how ?"

"Well for starters, I'm taller than I used to be. I was five feet 9. Now I'm 5
feet 10 barefoot. And look, my arms are bigger too." Diana flexed her right
arm and an impressive bicep muscle appeared. John stared in amazement. "That
didn't use to happen", she said. "I've always been toned, but now I have real
muscles, and do you know what else, I'm stronger. I popped into the weight
room today and I benched 150 pounds. For ten reps. It was easy. That's way
more than I ever lifted before." John listened to his wife in astonishment.
That was way more than he had ever lifted.

"And I can't believe you haven't noticed these", Diana said, thrusting out her
chest. I'm on my second new bra since we came back from vacation. John, I've
gone up two cup sizes. I'm now a 34 EE. How does that happen ?"

"Whatever it is that is making me smaller, somehow seems to be having the
opposite effect on you."

John looked up at his wife with a new found sense of awe. How much longer
would this go on, he wondered.

John woke in the dark with a scream, his face and neck covered in sweat. He
was shivering with fright, his eyes wide and a look of terror on his face.
"Ssshhh, it's just a nightmare honey, don't worry, Diana's here" she said,
cradling him in her arms. She rocked him gently, talking soothingly to him,
stroking his hair. Gradually John regained his composure.

"Do you want to talk about it ?" She asked. "No, I can't, it's too ...". "It
might help," she suggested. "it's, it's ..." John trailed off. "What, what is
it ?"

"Well, I was, I was, tiny", John blurted out. "How tiny darling ?" Diana
asked, betraying her interest in his dream. "Really small, like maybe an inch
tall. And you were there." "And how was I darling ?" Diana pressed. "You, you
were huge. Enormous. And your breasts were ...". "Yes, go on, my breasts were
what ?" "Your breasts were crushing me." There, he had said it out loud. "You
were lying on your front, asleep, and somehow I was trapped beneath you, and I
couldn't move, I couldn't breathe, you were so big, so heavy, your breasts
were crushing me and I couldn't call out to you to warn you, you didn't
realize, and you were crushing me and .. " John sobbed onto her shoulder.
Diana rubbed his neck gently. "And how did you feel John?" she dared. John
pulled his head from her shoulder and looked up into her big soft brown eyes.
"Helpless", he blubbed, "I felt totally helpless."

The next day John woke up late, he didn't see the point of getting up early
anymore. Diana was already up and dressed, he could hear her tidying away the
breakfast things, humming to herself.

"Don't forget we're going to Jessica's party tonight", Diana called up to John
on her way out.

Damm, he had forgotten, and in his reduced size the last thing he felt like
was socializing. Jessica was Diana's niece, and it was her 18th birthday
party. Oh well, maybe a few drinks would help cheer him up.

He got out of bed and looked around the bedroom. He knew instantly that he had
shrunk again. He rushed over to the wall where Diana had made a pencil mark of
his height the previous day. Yep, he was shorter. He measured himself. Four
feet seven. Christ on a bike. He was less than five foot, did that make him
technically a midget ? The only consolation was that he had shrunk less than
before, only five inches this time. Maybe it was starting to slow

down. John wondered what his eventual height would be.

He made his way downstairs, and into the kitchen. Everything seemed so much
bigger, the top cupboards were way out of reach. He consoled himself by
successfully making a cup of coffee and toast, a small victory.

John pondered whether to call Diana or not, and finally decided he needed to
tell someone. Luckily she was in between classes. "Oh my God," she exclaimed,
"You must be tiny."

"Well, yeah, pretty much." John didn't feel cheered by this conversation.

"listen, I need you to stop by the mall and pick up some new clothes for me.
Nothing fits anymore."

"Sure honey, I'll go in my lunch-break. There's a Gymboree right close to the
gym."

"But they sell ... kids clothes .... oh, you're not serious are you ?"

"Well honey, at your size, grown up clothes aren't an option any more, and we
can't afford to have them tailor made."

John protested weakly, but he knew deep down that Diana was right. He had to
face facts.

The party was fun but John wasn't in the mood. He sat on a stool at the bar
next to Diana, who looked fabulous. She wore a low cut red dress that showed
off her ample curves, and high heels to emphasize her long, shapely legs. John
had protested when she put her high heels on, as he now looked like a child
next to her, but Diana had insisted. "I can't possibly wear flats with a dress
like this", she pouted.

"But what about me, I will be a laughing stock", John whined. "Don't worry
hon, they won't be looking at you. Diana gave him a knowing smile and a wink."
And she was right. With her heels on, she was 6 foot 3 and towered over
everyone at the party, men and women included.

John on the other hand was dressed in a pair of light colored cargo pants and
a checked blue shirt. "You look so cute, honey" Diana told him as she brushed
his hair whilst they were preparing to leave the house. "Stop mothering me, I
can do this", John insisted.

Diana's best friend Vicky was there with her husband Pete. John knew Pete
quite well, but they weren't great buddies. Pete was more of a macho jock, and
was always ribbing John about how he should take better care of himself, spend
more time at the gym. Since college John had rarely visited a gym at all,
although he sometimes went for a jog around the block if the weather was fine.

Anyway Vicky and Pete came over to say hi, and both of them stopped and stared
at John sitting on the stool, trying to make himself appear as tall as
possible. "John, how are you ?" Vicky came in close for a hug, doing the back
arch thing, and pecked him on either cheek. "Wow, when Diana told me that
you'd changed, I hadn't expected this. How tall are you exactly ?"

"Four feet seven", John replied, matter of factly. Neither Vicky nor Pete
could stop staring.

"So, who wants a drink ?" John asked, to break the silence.

The guys ordered beers and the girls drank cocktails. John found it awkward to
hold a pint glass, but he was dammed if he was going to ask for a smaller one.
Pete was a quick drinker, and pretty soon John found himself struggling to
keep up.

"What's the matter John, not thirsty ?" Pete asked, finishing off his third.
"Not especially," John muttered.

They talked the usual small talk, college football, politics, girls.

Pete seemed to want to ask John something but was having a hard time saying
it.

"So John, what's it like, you know, with Diana and all, you being so much
smaller ?"

"How do you mean ?" John replied, not taking the bait.

"Well. You know, man. What's it like in the, er, sack with her ?"

"Fine, we're great in that department. No problems."

"But like, she's soo much bigger than you. Don't you find it a bit
embarrassing ? I mean, I would if Vicky was like nearly two feet taller than
me, I'd be horrified."

"It's not a problem, like I said." John was getting tired of the conversation
and looking for distraction.

John became aware of someone standing next to him. "Uncle John, it's me, Jess,
so glad you came." John turned to see the birthday girl at his side. He
gasped, she was amazing. Her long blonde hair framed her pretty face, she wore
a satin blue dress which accentuated her womanly curves, and her legs ... wow.
They were gigantic.

Before he had a chance to reply she grabbed him under the arms and lifted him
effortlessly into the air, spinning him round in her girlish enthusiasm. She
hugged him tight against her chest, his feet dangling off the floor.

"Jess, please, put me down", John gasped.

"Oh sorry, uncle John, I didn't mean to scare you", she said, placing him
gently on his stool.

"You didn't scare me, Jess, it's just that ..."

Pete was staring at them both, his mouth wide open in amazement at what had
just happened.

"Promise me that you'll have a dance with me before the night is over", Jess
smiled at him. "Well, maybe, we'll see."

As she turned to leave, John could feel Pete's contempt for him growing by the
second. What sort of man allows himself to be manhandled by a teenage girl ?

John needed to escape. "Bathroom break", he muttered, leaping from his stool
to the floor and dashing off towards the restrooms.

He walked into the bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror, barely
recognizing the reflection as himself. Just as he started to think about
finding Diana, he felt a dizziness take hold of him. He grabbed the faucet for
support and held on as best he could. Oh God, not again, not now, not here.
After a moment it passed, but he could tell by the way his cargoes were
bunching up around his ankles that he had lost another few inches. He had to
find Diana and get home.

John staggered back to where Pete was sitting. "Where are the girls ?" He
asked. "On the dance floor", Pete replied, pointing to the crowded dance area.
John didn't really want to have to walk through all those people, but he had
no choice if he was to find Diana and get home. And right now that was all he
could think of. Home. Safety.

He made his way slowly, carefully, over to the dance floor, being bumped and
jostled several times. At last he spotted Diana, dancing with a group of other
women in a circle. He tried to get her attention but she was too engrossed in
the music, and the six or seven cocktails she had consumed weren't helping.

"Diana, Diana, over here", he waived, but it was no use.

Eventually he made his way over to the circle of women who failed to notice
him at first, but then Diana spotted him and scooped him up in her arms.
"Honey, what's wrong, are you ok?" "No, I'm not, it happened again, I want to
go home."

"Why don't you dance with me" she slurred, twirling him around and around. It
was obvious that she was drunk and in no mood for going home.

"I don't want to dance, I want to go home. Now". John demanded. Diana looked
at him sternly. "We'll go home when I'm ready to", she replied, and put him
down so that she could carry on dancing. "No Diana, now" he shouted above the
music. John stamped his foot in frustration. Diana stepped in close to John,
and bent down so that her face was level with his, like she was addressing a
naughty child. "Do you want me to put you across my knee and give you a good
spanking, because I will, right here and now ?" John looked up at his wife in
horror, she wasn't joking, she really meant it.

"N, no, no, please no", John stammered, back peddling as fast as he could. It
was no use trying to reason with her in her current state, so John slunk back
to his bar stool and waited out the rest of the party in misery.

Fortunately at midnight the party ended, and taxis were called. John sat in
the back with a by now very drunk Diana who was kissing and fondling him.

"Diana, please, the driver is watching." "I don't care, I want you, little
man", Diana breathed into his ear, her tongue caressing his ear lobe as she
started to nibble on him.

They arrived back home, John threw the driver a bundle of notes, and they
staggered into the house, John doing his best to support his swaying wife.

Diana sat down heavily on the sofa and took off her shoes. John went to the
bathroom. When he returned he saw that Diana had dimmed the lights, and poured
herself a scotch. "Honey, don't you think you've had enough?" "I'll be the
judge of that", she slurred.

Diana put her high heels on again and sauntered across the room to where John
was standing, rooted to the spot. The way she moved, the look on her face,
John knew there was only one thing on her mind. And in his reduced state he
didn't think he was in any position to argue.

"So John, tell me, do you like me this size ?" Diana asked. "So much bigger
than you, so much taller, so much stronger than you."

"Er, yeah, yes", John stammered, She seemed to be playing some sort of game
with him, saying things she wouldn't normally say.

She slowly unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor, giving John an
eyeful of her amazing body, those legs, her hips, those breasts, straining her
bra. She came closer, pressing him backwards, crushing him up against the wall
with her thighs. John's head was no higher than the top of her thighs and she
ground him against the wall mercilessly.

A low, gutteral sound emerged from her throat, and John noticed that her eyes
had a wild glazed look about them.

"I am going to fuck the living daylights out of you little man. Are you ready
?"

She reached down for his cargo pants and with one fluid motion whipped them
off, followed quickly by his boxers.

John's cock was standing up stiff, his hardon raging.

"You like this, don't you ?" she said, her eyes flashing. "Little John likes
being dominated by his big wife, doesn't he ?"

Suddenly she lifted him up into the air, her hands beneath his armpits,
bringing his face up to her level. She kissed him hard and passionately, her
lips crushing his, her tongue exploring his mouth, filling him, suffocating
him.

She leaned in against him, pressing him hard against the wall with her massive
breasts, crushing him with their mass. One hand was under his ass, supporting
his weight, the other hand went to her panties to pull them aside, allowing
him to slide into her effortlessly. She took him in completely, and he knew
that he

wasn't enough for her, she wanted so much more than he could give.

Diana then started to fuck him rhythmically, slowly at first, then harder and
harder, her powerful hips thrusting him against the wall, threatening to break
his body against her overwhelming physique. John held on as best he could,
battered against the wall, she used him like a toy. He could hear her building
up to a mind numbing orgasm, and when she came he held on for dear life

as she threw back her head and screamed whilst mashing her husband against the
wall.

Some minutes passed, they remained locked together, before she gently lowered
him to the floor.

"Oh my God John, Oh my God, what just happened"

John lay on the floor, dazed, before darkness overtook him and he passed out
completely.

The next day neither John nor Diana mentioned the previous evening's events,
but it was out there, like a gulf between them. John knew that he was becoming
less and less of a man in his wife's eyes. As he decreased in size so he
seemed to decrease in status. She no longer consulted him on decisions
anymore, having taken over the running of the family finances from him.

Diana nursed her hangover for most of the day, lounging around the house in
cut off jeans shorts and a baggy T-shirt. She still looked hot as hell, even
without her makeup. They watched tv together, curled up on the sofa, John
lying in Diana's lap, her big breasts like huge warm pillows. She looked at
the little man nestled in her lap and marveled at how tiny he had become. His
feet reaching scarcely past her knees, her long shapely legs stretching out
seemingly forever.

She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him in tight against her chest, and
placed her long legs over and on top of his own. John grunted as the weight of
her legs settled heavily on him. He was now totally immobile, he couldn't move
even if he wanted to. "What are you doing, Di ?" John asked, his rising voice
betraying a hint of the apprehension he felt. "Oh just making my little man
really snug and comfy", she replied, a grin spreading across her face. Diana
lifted her T-shirt with one hand, still holding John firmly in place with the
other, and pulled it over her head, exposing her black lacy bra. She pressed
John's head backwards gently with her hand, until his head was nestled between
her firm warm bosom. "Does that feel good, baby ?" She asked, knowing full
well that it did from the reaction in John's shorts.

Wow, he's completely helpless thought Diana. My big strong husband, lying here
in my lap, surrounded by my arms and legs, his head sandwiched between my
tits. I could literally squeeze the life from him and there's not a thing he
could do to stop me, other than beg for mercy.

Diana found herself becoming aroused at this idea, her husband so weak and
helpless, she so big and strong and powerful. Her breathing started to quicken
and her eyes glazed, her nipples hardened. Slowly, imperceptibly, she started
to tighten her arms around her husband, and squeeze her legs together. Slowly,
oh so very slowly, she tightened around him, not wanting him to realize what
was about to happen. As she increased the pressure she became more and more
excited, this was an unbelievable feeling. "Uggghh", John groaned, suddenly
aware that he was being squeezed. "Di, you're hurting me", he complained. "Am
I baby, am I ?" she replied, her voice distant, her breathing becoming
shallower. Tighter, tighter, tighter she squeezed. John was having trouble
breathing now, compressed as he was against her. Diana's thighs completely
encircled his tiny waist, her ankles crossed, her huge thighs flexing. "Feel
how strong I am John", she urged. "You like it don't you, when I squeeze you
like this, you like being crushed by your big strong wife don't you ?". John
was really starting to panic now, this wasn't like Diana at all. He pleaded
with her to stop, his face red, breathing becoming difficult, hard .. to ...
breathe ... too .... tight ... must ... try ....

Despite himself, John was incredibly aroused at what his wife was doing to
him, how easily she was able to dominate him, to crush him. His cock strained
in his shorts, and as she squeezed him tighter, mashing his head between her
huge breasts, he came explosively and then passed out from lack of air.

"John, John, are you ok ?" Diana was leaning over him, clearly upset, tears
were in her eyes. He opened his eyes groggily and looked at her. "Oh thank
God, I thought I had lost you."

Everything came back to him in a rush. "What were you thinking, you nearly
crushed me to death !" I know, I know, I'm so sorry baby, I just got caught up
in the moment. I'll be much more careful in future, I promise.

"John honey, I'm off to work. I don't want you to leave the house today ok,
it's not safe for you to go outside on your own."

The door slammed shut and John was on his own.

He went downstairs, made himself some breakfast and flicked through the tv
channels. How do people watch this stuff, he wondered, all day long ? John
picked up a current affairs magazine and flicked through the pages
disinterestedly. He looked over at the clock on the wall, ten thirty. Well,
he'd be dammed if he was staying home all day, he needed to get out. He
dressed himself in his cargo pants and t shirt and went out.

It was only a short walk to the mall but to John it seemed much longer, by the
time he got there he was exhausted. He looked in some of the shops for a
while, feeling fairly anonymous, and actually enjoying being out of the house.
He managed to buy a burger, fries and coke for lunch without too much trouble,
the teenage girl who served him giving him a quizzical but not unfriendly
look. After trying on some clothes, and selecting a few items, he found a
bench to sit down on and rest his little legs. A woman with a small child
turned to him and said "are you lost sweetie, have you lost your mommy?"

"No, I'm fine, thanks."

The woman reached down and took hold of his arm. "I'll take you to the office,
they can make an announcement to find your mommy."

"No, really lady, I'm not lost, let go of me"

John struggled but he was no match for her adult strength.

"Lady, I'm a grown man, my name is John Thompson, I am 36 years old."

The woman looked at him in shock and released her grip. Backing away, she
called to her child "come on Tommy, let's go", giving backward glances at
John.

John was shocked, so this was how the world really saw him. He checked his
watch, it was coming on for 3 o'clock. Time to get back before Diana got home.

As John approached his house, he realized something was wrong. Diana's car was
in the driveway. Oh no, oh no. What could she be doing home so early ? He
turned the key in the lock, standing on a plant pot so that he could reach,
and hesitantly opened the door. Diana was sitting in the living room, hands
folded in her lap, a seriously pissed off look on her face.

"John, where have you been, I've been so worried ?"

"Er, I, er, went to the mall. To buy some things."

"You know I told you not to go out. You can't look after yourself. You need me
to protect you."

"Nonsense, I'm fine", John said, remembering the incident in the mall.

"What if you had shrunk again ? Had a dizzy spell and lost consciousness ? Or
got mugged or beaten up ? Face it John, even a teenage girl would wipe the
floor with you. I dread to think what could have happened."

"Well, look, I made it back ok, didn't I ?"

"Yes John, but you disobeyed me, and now you must be punished."

John looked into her unflinching eyes. She was deadly serious.

"Come over here" she commanded.

"No, I won't".

"If you don't, it'll be worse for you."

John weighed his options, which were looking slight. If he ran she would catch
him easily.

His heart beating quickly, he got off the chair and walked hesitantly over to
where his wife was sitting on the couch. God she looked beautiful, and so, so
big, so powerful. She was wearing her exercise shorts, and a tight fitting
t-shirt. John gazed in awe at her long muscular legs and massive breasts, her
strong shapely arms. She was like a goddess, someone to fear and respect.

"John, I'm going to give you a spanking, so that you learn."

"No, Diana, don't, please. You can't. I'm a grown man".

As the words left his lips John realized how ridiculous he must sound, how
pathetic, pleading with his huge wife not to be spanked. But Diana was
resolute, and no amount of pleading was going to change her mind.

John saw that she intended to follow through with this, and in sheer
desperation fell to his knees at her feet and started begging. "Please Diana,
don't do this to me. Haven't I suffered enough ?" He kissed her long, shapely
calves with rose up beyond his head.

Diana looked down at him with something approaching pity.

"I'm sorry John, but we must have boundaries. It's for your own good. You'll
see."

She lifted him effortlessly and placed him face down across her lap, affording
him a view of her tanned thighs in the tight workout shorts she wore.

She whipped his pants down exposing his bare ass and placed her left hand
firmly on his back to hold him in place. John wriggled and squirmed for all he
was worth.

"Ok mister, if you're going to be a wriggler, we'll have to do this the hard
way."

Diana lifted her huge right leg over and above John and trapped him between
her thighs, locking her ankles. The sheer weight of her big right leg alone
was enough to crush any resistance from him. John was held in a powerful vise
from which he there was no chance of escape. His tiny cock, now freed from the
confines of his pants, rubbed against Diana's big smooth thighs, and despite
himself John quickly gained an erection.

Suddenly Diana brought her big hand down hard on John's naked ass, shocking
John with the force of the blow. The pain was intense, an immediate stinging
and burning sensation on his ass and the tops of his thighs. Before he could
recover his senses she smacked him again, just as hard as the first time, and
John could no longer hold back the tears. Three more times she whacked him,
and when she had finished John was sobbing uncontrollably into her lap. How
could she do this to him ? Diana pulled up his pants, turned him over and
cuddled him to her chest. "There, there, little man, mommy's got you, it's ok,
shhhhh." Gradually his sobs subsided, becoming less frequent, although the
pain still smarted. "I think we need to get someone up to bed, it's been a
long day", Diana said, carrying him in her arms up to their bedroom.

"Wake up honey, you'll be late for your doctor's appointment."

John opened one eye and looked at the clock which read 8:45am. His appointment
was at 9:30am. He jumped out of bed and quickly dressed, washed his face, and
rushed downstairs. Diana was already out by the car, fiddling with the back
seat.

"Come on honey, do hurry up, we'll be late." Diana sounded exasperated, like
she was talking to a small child. "No way, uh huh, I aint going in there" John
said, pointing at the child seat that Diana had just fixed. "Well, I‘m afraid
you have no choice, it's the law for someone your height."

As he continued to protest, Diana picked him up around the waist and placed
him firmly in the child seat. Before he could react she secured the shoulder
straps and clicked them into place in the central buckle, before slotting the
remaining strap between his legs and locking that in place as well.

Diana looked pleased with herself. The whole operation had taken no more than
20 seconds. Diana then pulled firmly on the adjuster strap, tightening the
harness in place, perhaps a little too tightly for John's liking, ensuring
there was no room for movement. John looked down at the buckle in frustration,
and despite his best efforts, his small fingers were not strong enough to
press it open.

"Diana, please, let me out, someone might see me."

"Oh nonsense, it's only a short ride, we'll be there and back

before you know it."

At the doctor's the news was the same. The blood tests had come back normal.
John was otherwise healthy except for his loss of height and weight, which was
a medical mystery. Dr. Sutton offered to refer John to a specialist at the
University College Hospital, but warned him that he would be subject to a
battery of tests, and there was no guarantee of ever finding out what was
wrong. Diana said they would think about it, and carried him out of the
surgery back to the car.

"Diana, do you think I'll ever be normal again?" John asked, not even
resisting as she fastened him in the child seat for the ride home. "Maybe
honey, maybe", she said, without much conviction. "But we must be prepared in
case you stay this way. You know I will always look after you, I'll be here
for you, to protect you, to comfort you, to keep you safe and warm." John
looked up into her beautiful face smiling down at him and a strange kind of
resignation fell over him, as if a weight were being lifted from his
shoulders. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, and Diana would take care of him. He
was really luck to have her he thought.

John continued to shrink, more slowly than at first, but soon he was no bigger
than a one year old toddler, standing a mere 2 feet tall and weighing around
25 pounds. Diana has stopped treating him as an adult and now treated him as a
dependant child, taking care of his every need. She dressed him, washed him,
fed him and put him to bed. As it was no longer safe for him to sleep in the
same bed as Diana, in case she accidentally rolled over and crushed him, John
was now put to bed in a cot at the foot of Diana's bed. Tonight was no
exception. Diana carried John in her arms up to their bedroom, where she lay
him down on their vast bed. Reaching down for a large canvas bag she pulled
out some items and arranged them on the bed. Before John could protest, Diana
had removed his shorts and T-shirt, and flipped him over on to his front with
her hand underneath supporting him. She could feel his tiny cock, now no
bigger than her little finger when erect, rubbing against her.

"Be a good boy for mommy and I'll read you a bedtime story."

John struggled but was powerless in her strong grip. Diana applied talcum
powder to his bare bottom, before expertly fastening a diaper around his
waist. John's face burned with shame. "Please Diana, no, not this." "We can't
be too careful, little boys have accidents", she explained.

Diana then picked up a children's romper suit and placed John's arms and legs
inside, before zipping up the back. The fastener was out of reach of his
shorter arms so he couldn't unzip it if he tried.

"There, look at you, you're adorable", she cooed, picking him up in the air.
She kissed him several times before placing him down in the cot, and lifting
up the sides to prevent him from falling out. John reached up his arms to
Diana, not wanting her to go just yet, missing her warmth. "Oh does baby want
another hug ? Alright, but then it's straight to bed." She lifted him
effortlessly, he weighed so little now, and brought him against her chest
where he snuggled against her big soft breasts.

"Mommy has some friends coming over tonight so I want you to be a good boy and
go straight to sleep, ok ?" John glanced over at the bedside clock. It read
8:05 pm.

Diana tucked John in tightly, the blanket pining his arms by his side.
"Goodnight sweetie", she whispered, kissing him lightly on the forehead before
turning off the light and closing the door. John heard a lock click. Strange,
he didn't remember there being a lock on the bedroom door before.

Some time later he became aware of voices and laughter coming from below. He
struggled to hear what was being said but it was too distant. He felt that he
wanted to know what was going on, what they were talking about. He slowly
managed to wriggle himself free from the blanket which held him tightly, and
then stood up in his cot. The sides were just too high, he wasn't going to be
able to climb them. He looked at the latch and wondered if he could work it.
No, it was no use, his little fingers didn't have the strength. He began to
sob quietly to himself. Then he had an idea, he tried the other side, and this
latch was only half closed. He pushed and pushed with all his might, and
little by little the latch started to give. After a few minutes he had moved
it enough, and one last push brought the side down. Freedom.

John climbed out of the cot onto the floor, and looked over at the door
handle, which was beyond his reach. He pushed Diana's dressing stool over to
the door, and climbed up on it. Now he was tall enough. With the aid of a
hairpin he managed to pick the lock, and push the door open enough for him to
get through.

He went down the hallway to the top of the stairs where he could hear them
talking and laughing. "He's so small now that I have to do everything for him,
he depends on me totally", he heard Diana saying. "Wow, that must be amazing.
I would love to have my Jeff depend on me like that", another woman chimed in.
"Yes, it's hard work, but we manage."

"How about the s-e-x, don't you miss it ?" asked another woman. Oh God no,
John thought, surely she's not going to tell them about ... "Well we take
pleasure in different ways now. He is so tiny in that department that normal
sex is out of the question. I wouldn't even feel him", Diana confided, "but he
is still capable of reaching orgasm so I can bring him release. It's very cute
actually, to see his little hips bucking as I bring him off, holding him in my
hand." The women oooed and aaahed at this revelation.

"Well I'd best go and check on the little guy, make sure he's ok".

John's heart skipped a beat. Oh no, she was coming upstairs, he'd be
discovered.

"Oh let me, I've got to go to the bathroom anyway", said a voice he recognized
as Vicky's, Diana's best friend.

John raced back to the bedroom. What to do, what to do. He'd not be able to
lock the door from the inside. He had an idea. Maybe if I lock the door from
the outside she'll try the door and go away. He jumped up and managed to set
the lock, then pushed the door shut hearing it click. Footsteps coming up the
stairs. He raced down the hallway to the spare bedroom and dived under the
bed.

"John, oh John, it's only me, Vicky, come to see you." He heard the door being
opened and she went inside. After a moment she came out again. "John, it's me,
Vicky, where are you?" She started to walk down the corridor to the spare
bedroom.

"John, are you in here ? Come out, I won't hurt you. Come on John, I won't
tell Diana, if that's what you're worried about."

John could hear his heart beating loudly in his chest a thousand times a
minute, and he tried to calm his breathing. Suddenly a huge face appeared
peering under the bed. "Aha, found you." A strong hand grabbed him and pulled
him out from under the bed.

"Oh my God, you are so cute", she said, holding John up to get a better look
at him. "Ooh I want to just eat you up", she purred, lifting him onto her lap
as she sat on the bed.

"Please Vicky, don't say anything", John begged, looking genuinely afraid.
"You don't know what she'll do to me." "It'll be our little secret", she
smiled, brushing his hair absent mindedly with her fingers.

"All I ask in return is for a goodnight kiss."

"Let's get you back to bed, little guy", she said, lifting him up into the air
and cradling him against her breasts. She walked down the corridor, her firm
breasts bouncing and jiggling against John as she walked. By the time she
placed him back in the cot John was sprouting an erection.

"How about my goodnight kiss, little man?" She asked, leaning over. "Vicky,
please, don't .... Mmmmmpffhh" ...... John's words were silenced as her plush
red lips kissed him firmly. Vicky's hand strayed to John's crotch and she
started rubbing him through the material. John gasped in surprise, as she
rubbed him faster and faster, his tiny cock straining against the material of
his suit. Vicky slid her hand inside her top and unbuttoned it a little,
showing John an eyeful of cleavage. "Vicky .. ung ... please .... Ung ....
Ahhhhh", John came quickly, his hips bucking just as Diana had described.
"She's right, that is cute", Vicky murmured to herself.

"Goodnight little man", she aid, lifting up the side of the cot and fastening
the catch securely. John heard her footsteps as she left the room and locked
the door.

Some hours later, in what seemed like the middle of the night, John woke to
find himself being lifted from his cot by Diana's strong hands.

"I've got a special treat for you, little Johnny", she whispered. The bedside
light was on casting a dim glow across the room. Diana seemed different
somehow, subdued. She placed him down on the bed and started to undress him,
casting his romper suite aside. She then removed his diaper, and went to work
on his little cock, licking him until he was erect.

Diana then pulled John down towards her, so that she was kneeling above him on
all fours, her hands planted either side of his head. Looking up, all he could
see where her spectacular breasts, full and ripe, stretching her lace top to
its limits.

"I know what you want, it's these isn't it?" She asked, swaying her massive
tits too and fro.

John nodded in affirmation.

Diana loosened one of the straps on her top, allowing more cleavage to be
exposed. John could almost touch her breasts, feel their warmth, smell their
fragrance, bury himself in their soft weighty mass.

Slowly Diana undid another strap, and her top could scarcely contain her
massive globes any more. She slid one strap from her arm, then another,
freeing first her right breast, and then her left. John stared in awe.

Her breasts, capable of bringing such pleasure, also held power, especially
for someone John's size.

"So, am I big enough for you then ?" John was unable to make any cogent reply
other than a weak gurgling noise.

"Am I still bigger than Vicky?"

Oh God. She knew.

Diana slowly lowered her massive right breast until her engorged nipple was
brushing against John's face. She pressed downwards, mashing it into him,
forcing him to suckle on her. He opened his mouth wide and took her huge
nipple into his mouth, almost choking as it filled him completely. Diana
allowed the weight of her breast to settle heavily on his face, covering his
nose, blocking off his air supply. His whole word was her breast. John sucked
on her nipple in fealty.

Diana simply allowed more of the weight of her massive breast to smother him,
watching his desperate struggles with a distracted air. "So easy, so easy",
she murmured to herself. "I could crush you now John, just with the weight of
my breast. What do you think about that? Does it excite you ?" John's world
started to go dark, and as he was about to slip into unconsciousness Diana
lifted her solid breast from his face, allowing him to gulp lungfuls of air.

"Just think John. When you get even smaller, I'll be able to put you in here,
between my breasts, where it's so warm and nice and soft. You'd like that
John, wouldn't you, I know you would, to be held tightly between mommy's big
firm breasts, held ever so tightly, your arms pinned to your sides, my big
warm soft breasts caressing your tiny body, hugging you, squeezing you,
crushing you."

John looked up at his wife in abject terror.