Smaller

By Fragilistic

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 feet 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 have to 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 feet 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. Damn 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.
 
 
"No, 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 ain’t 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.
 
Part 2
 
 
John continued to shrink on a weekly basis, albeit at a slower rate. One month on from the fateful boat trip he was the size of a newborn infant, and completely dependant upon his wife Diana.
 
 
Diana took up the responsibility of looking after her diminutive husband with vigor, throwing herself into the dual roles of wife and mother. To her surprise her body reacted accordingly to John's needs, and she woke one morning to find that her breasts were lactating. Her milk was coming in.
 
"John, honey, wakeup, darling. Mommy's got something for you."
 
 
Diana leaned over the crib where Rob was sleeping peacefully, and unfastened the catch holding up the side, lowering it to allow her access. She undid the top buttons on her nightdress, taking her huge right breast in hand, feeling its size, its mass, its weight.
 
 
She kneeled down next to the crib and slowly, carefully, lowered her breast towards her sleeping husband. She smiled to herself as she watched his peaceful breathing, in and out, his mouth slightly open. John was now smaller than Diana's huge breast, and she wondered how we would react if he woke suddenly and saw it descending towards him.
 
 
She hesitated for a second, enjoying the moment, the anticipation building within her, her massive nipple hovering a fraction above his lips. Then she lowered herself so that her nipple brushed gently against his lips, back and forth. Instinctively John opened his mouth wide to receive her nipple, and Diana softly pushed her giant nipple forward, filling John's tiny mouth completely.
 
 
John immediately latched on, and started sucking eagerly at her breast. His hands went up, as if in supplication, and she felt him touch the underside of her heavy boob.
 
"Oh John, yes", she moaned in pleasure.
 
 
Warm milk flowed into John's mouth and he suckled at his wife's breast for several minutes, never once opening his eyes. Once he had drunk his fill, Diana lifted him to her shoulder and rubbed his back until he brought up some wind before laying him down again peacefully. His dependence upon her was complete.
 
 
The next day Diana took John to the park. He was no longer big enough to walk on his own, so Diana had taken to carrying him in a baby carrier. It had taken her a while to find one for a woman her size, such that John wouldn't be crushed against her breasts, but eventually she had found a company that manufactured baby carriers for larger ladies.
 
 
At first John had protested, then struggled, begged and finally accepted, as he was placed into the baby harness and attached to his wife's chest. He was facing towards her, and the swaying motion of her massive boobs as she walked had eventually soothed him. As a treat she would sometimes unbutton her top a little, allowing him a glimpse into the deep valley of her cleavage.
 
 
Today the park was fairly busy with joggers, strollers, mothers with children, and dog walkers. Sitting down at a bench, Diana unfastened John from harness and turned him round, sitting him in her lap so that he could see what was going on.
 
"Comfy, baby?" She asked, smiling down at him.
 
"Hmmm", he replied, looking around with a kind of awe at the activity and color in the park.
 
"Diana?" he asked.
 
"Yes honey, what is it?"
 
"I'm hungry. Did you bring anything to eat?"
 
 
"I know what baby needs," she replied, unbuttoning the top buttons of her blouse and unhooking the cup of her nursing bra. John watched in amazement – when had she started wearing nursing bras. Before he had time to question Diana positioned him so that his mouth was brushing up against her nipple. His eyes widened in shock, was she expecting him to feed from her?
 
"Go on honey, it's perfectly natural", she encouraged.
 
"I can't ... I won't", John protested.
 
 
"Don't be silly honey it's what you need at your size. And besides, this won't be the first time."
 
 
John couldn't believe what she was saying. So she had been feeding him breast milk, without his knowledge. A wave of dizziness passed over him.
 
 
Diana took hold of John's head gently but firmly and pressed his mouth up against her nipple. "Come on, be a good boy", she said encouragingly. John kept his mouth shut firmly as Diana gently rubbed her nipple against his lips. It felt soo good, so warm, that John knew he couldn't resist much longer.
 
 
Suddenly Diana pinched his nose shut with her other hand. Instinctively John opened his mouth, and Diana's nipple filled it. She kept her hand at the back of his head, refusing to allow him to pull away. John's resolve crumbled, and he started to suck, slowly at first, then more eagerly as the warm, nourishing milk flowed down his throat.
 
 
John was passed caring who might see him, nursing at his wife's big breast, and sucked for all he was worth, tears of joy flowing down his little rosy cheeks.
 
"There's a good boy, now drink all you want, mommy's got plenty more."
 
 
After a short while John was sated, and Diana placed him over her shoulder until he brought up some wind. Then she returned him to the baby harness before setting off on the walk home, John's eyelids becoming heavier and heavier as he nestled snuggly against his wife's firm bosom.
 
 
That night as Diana was getting John ready for bed she whispered in his ear. "Won't be long now darling", she whispered into his ear.
 
"Until what?" he asked anxiously.
 
 
"Why, until I can fit you between mommy's big warm breasts. That's what you want, isn't it ? It's no use denying it John, you can't stop staring at my breasts. I'll be able to keep you warm and safe. You'll be with me all the time."
 
 
John looked up at his wife's stupendous breasts, pressing against her thin cotton blouse, each bigger than himself, and started to tremble.
 
 
It was dark, and John woke to find himself being lifted from the cot by strong soft hands. A bedside light was switched on and John blinked his eyes several times, adjusting to the sudden brightness.
 
"Wha, what's going on?" he asked, unused to being roused in the middle of the night.
 
 
"Mommy's lonely honey, she needs a cuddle," replied Diana as she lay him gently on their now enormous bed.
 
John could smell alcohol on her breath and he knew she had been drinking.
 
"Honey, I was", yawn, "sleeping, can't we just go to sleep?"
 
"Sure baby, right after mommy has a cuddle with you."
 
 
Diana curled in behind John, one arm looping around him, hugging his small frame tightly against her chest. "Mmmm, that feel's nice, doesn't it?" she purred.
 
 
John started to panic at being held so tightly, and tried to pry her arm away from him, but even with both his hands he couldn't budge her once inch.
 
"Diana, not soo tight, please", he urged, but she was oblivious to his needs.
 
 
Diana's other hand started to stroke John's hair, then his chest, and finally lower, into his groin. John gasped with surprise. She then unzipped his baby grow and pulled it off him roughly, so that he was naked except for a diaper. Diana quickly tore this from him, leaving him naked, and feeling  vulnerable. With her thumb and forefinger she started playing with his tiny cock, moving it back and forth, and pressing her breasts into his back until he had an erection.
 
"Ooh, what's this?" Diana crowed.
 
"Please, Diana, don't do this." John begged, but his pleas fell on deaf ears.
 
"Mommy knows what's best for her little man," she cooed.
 
 
Diana then started to unbutton her blouse, slowly, seductively, one button at a time, allowing John to see more and more of her vast cleavage. At his size her breasts weren't just large, they were vast, breathtaking, stupefying, terrifying.
 
 
Diana removed her blouse completely and tossed it on the floor. John stared at her massive orbs encased in a black lace bra which was clearly struggling to contain them.
 
 
"John likes mommy's big breasts doesn't he," she whispered, her voice like molten chocolate. John almost came right there.
 
 
She lay him down on his back, his tiny dick sticking straight up, and slowly lowered her huge rack down on top of him, swallowing his erect cock in a massive chasm of breast flesh. As her soft skin came into contact with his cock, John shivered, and gasped out loud.
 
 
"Uh huh huh, not yet sweetie", Diana said, lifting herself off of him. "I think we can do even better than that for our little man, can't we."
 
 
She reached around and slowly unhooked her bra strap, taking it off her shoulders, and allowing her naked breasts to swing free. John gazed at her in wonder. Not only were they the biggest breasts he had ever seen, but they were also the most beautiful. Firm and round, her breasts were like massive beach balls, with no hint of sagging, her large brown nipples stood proud and erect.
 
 
Diana again lowered her chest towards John and he shivered in anticipation, his little hands reaching up to greet the huge nipples which were just beyond his reach. Diana paused and smiled, watching John as he bucked his hips and stretched his arms, desperately trying to reach her breasts.
 
 
Finally she lowered herself gently onto him, her breasts covering his entire torso and most of his legs. She had him pinned to the bed with the weight of her breasts alone. For John the sensation was incredible, he felt like he was encased in breast flesh. His upper body, stomach and legs had disappeared beneath her soft, warm, heavy tits and he could not move anything other than his arms and head. His hands went up to the side of her boobs and touched them, which excited Diana even more, the feel of his tiny hands on her skin, their size so insignificant compared to her breasts.
 
"Does that feel good baby?" Diana asked, knowing full what that it did.
 
John was incapable of making a reply, all that came out was a "Uggh".
 
 
"I'll take that to be yes," Diana smiled, and started to caress her little husband with her huge boobs, squishing down on him, rubbing them across his body.
 
"Ugggh, ugggh," John moaned, as he was buffeted by her firm tits.
 
 
Diana started to get a rhythm going, kneeling on all fours above John, her long hair swept over her shoulder, her breasts swaying heavily from side to side, rubbing, slapping, knocking against John. As she increased her tempo, her eyes became wild, and John found himself being pummeled by her heavy breasts, which knocked him back and forth.
 
"Di, please, stop, I can't take any ..." he cried out, but Diana wasn't listening.
 
 
Her face was flushed, she was clearly enjoying this, her sensitive nipples rubbing all over his body, her solid tits knocking him effortlessly back and forth. John felt like heavy sandbags were being swung at him from both sides. He put up his hands to lessen the blows but Diana's massive breasts knocked his hands away as if they were not even there. John began to fear for his life, she was quite capable of beating him to death with her breasts without realizing it.
 
 
Diana's hand went to her pussy and she started to rub herself frantically, all the while mashing John with her huge breasts. One mighty blow from her huge right tit hit John like a pile driver and he lost consciousness, mercifully ignorant of anything else.
 
 
Diana stretched her long neck backwards and screamed as she came, an earth shattering orgasm that lasted for what seemed like an eternity. At last she collapsed next to John on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.
 
 
Some time the next day, John woke up. Every part of him was aching, his face swollen and bruised. Diana lay next to him asleep, her colossal chest looming darkly over him. Despite the beating that he had received the night before, John couldn't help but stare at her chest in awe, and eventually reach out a hand to brush her breast lightly, an erection already forming.
 
 
Diana was horrified to see what she had done to John, and was beside herself, saying that she would never drink alcohol again. She nursed him back to health, tending to his every need. John knew that she was genuinely upset, but didn't blame her completely. "It's not your fault honey, you just don't know your own strength. I'm so small and weak compared to you, when you get excited it's dangerous for me."
 
"But honey, I could have killed you," she wailed.
 
"Yes, I know", replied John, well aware how close she had come to doing just that.
 
 
Diana was getting ready for work, as she looked down at John in his cot. He had continued to shrink slowly over the past month and was now no more than 5 inches tall. He could sit in the palm of her hand easily.
 
 
"Honey, I'm going to work now", she said, looming over the cot so that John could see her. "But I've asked Jessica to come over and sit for you. She's got some free time before she starts college in the fall."
 
 
John was indignant. "I don't need a sitter", he shouted, as loud as he could, and certainly not Diana's 18 year old niece. "I'll be fine by myself, really, thanks all the same."
 
 
"John, I can't take the chance, not with you at your current size. I'd never forgive myself if something happened to you. And besides, Jessica is looking forward to it, she told me so. It's all arranged sweetie so you just relax and let the big ladies look after you."
 
 
John folded his arms in displeasure and refused to kiss Diana goodbye when she bent down to his level, her massive lips pursed and waiting. She kissed him anyway, gently but with sufficient vigor to knock him onto his ass.
 
 
John decided that he wasn't going to wait around to be mollycoddled by some teenage amazon, so he squeezed between the bars of the cot and shimmied down the cot leg to the floor. He would hide somewhere where Jessica would never find him.
 
 
Some 30 minutes later he heard the doorbell. "Stupid girl," he muttered to himself, "does she really think I can open the door." Then the sound of a key turning in the lock.
 
"Hi John, it's just me, Jessica. Are you upstairs?”
 
 
Jessica climbed the stairs and went into the main bedroom. She walked over to the cot and stared down at the empty space. "Strange, Diana said you would be here."
 
"John, are you hiding from me?" She asked, a little mischievous tone in her voice.
 
 
"Because if you are, I'll find you, and when I do, I'm gonna eat you all up", she said playfully, turning round sharply to see if John was behind her on the dressing table.
 
 
From his vantage point hidden in the bottom drawer of the wardrobe John could see Jessica's long curvy legs. She was wearing denim shorts which left little to the imagination. When she turned around sharply John strained his neck upwards and saw her amazing overhanging bosom, which almost caused him to gasp out loud. She was wearing a tight fitting blouse, with several of the buttons undone, exposing a large amount of breast flesh. He wondered if she was even bigger than Diana.
 
 
Jessica must have noticed something out of the corner of her eye, because she pretended to search in various places, all the while slowly circling in on John's position. So it was that she suddenly whisked round and with a cry of "found you" opened the bottom drawer fully, scooping John and an  assortment of underwear into her arms.
 
"Oh John, how cute, you're hiding in Diana's bra", Jessica beamed.
 
 
She lifted one of Diana's 38 DD bras high into the air, with John completely contained within a cup, as though he were in a massive hammock.
 
 
John realized to his shame that he hadn't even bothered to check what was in the drawer, it had been the only one open a fraction and he had dived headlong in.
 
"You know John, Diana said that I could punish you if you were naughty."
 
 
"What?" John could scarcely believe his ears. His wife had told this teenage temptress that she could punish him? His face burned with indignation, but he realized that there was nothing he could do to stop her if she wanted to carry out her threat.
 
"What do you mean, punish me?" John choked. 
 
 
"Well seeing as you're too small to put across my knee, how about I keep you in here for a little while, that out to keep you out of mischief", said Jessica, lifting John with her forefinger and thumb and dropping him into the front of her bra, in a small space she made with her other hand.
 
 
As she released her hand, John found himself wedged between her massive breasts, each of which was many times bigger and heavier than himself. Jessica giggled at his predicament, and her breasts shook, jiggling John along with them.
 
 
"Get me, mppfff, out of here", John managed, his arms pinned to his sides, and breathing becoming difficult in the hot confines of her cleavage. What was worse was he was starting to get an erection, her breasts rubbing him all over.
 
 
"Ohhh, this is soo much fun, just wait til I tell the girls at school I had a little man in my bra." Jessica stood up and walked over to the full length mirror on the wardrobe door, in order that John could get a look at his predicament.
 
 
Jessica undid another button on her blouse, allowing John a better view. He was up to his neck in teenage breasts, his arms wedged firmly and painfully at his sides, her massive boobs threatening to overwhelm him. He felt faint, and wondered if he was going to die between this girls enormous breasts, smothered or crushed by her accidentally. He looked at the reflection in the mirror and what he saw shocked him to the core, a tiny head poking out of the largest pair of breasts he had ever seen.
 
"How do you feel John, do you feel small?" Jessica teased.
 
 
John groaned, and shuddered as he reached his climax, her words tipping him over the edge. He passed out in Jessica's smothering cleavage.
 
 
"Wow, are you ok?" She asked. "You're really delicate, I had better be more careful with you. Diana would kill me if anything bad happened."
 
 
John came to several hours later to find himself lying on the bed. He rubbed his temples, feeling groggy, and opened his eyes. Diana was sitting on the edge of the bed, but Jessica was nowhere to be seen.
 
"How are you feeling?" Diana asked anxiously.
 
"I'm, er, ok I guess. Where's Jessica?”
 
 
"She's gone home; she was a bit shaken by what happened. She told me all about it." John wondered about this last statement. Had Jessica really told Diana what she had done to him? Somehow he doubted it.
 
"So, what did she tell you?" John asked, a little anxiously.
 
 
"It's ok honey, I'm not mad. She told me how you had begged and pleaded with her to be placed inside her bra, between her big firm breasts, and that it was too much for you. I understand honey, really I do. You always had a breast fixation, and now at your size they must be so overwhelming to you, so formidable, so irresistible. You can't control yourself, I understand, and I'm going to make everything alright.
 
 
As she was saying this, Diana started to unbutton her shirt, revealing the lacy white bra underneath. Slowly she unfastened the bra strap, her gaze never leaving John for a second, holding him rapt like a cat with a mouse.
 
 
As her bra came off and Diana's massive breasts cam into view, John gave a gasp as he gazed upon her. She was even bigger than he remembered.
 
 
Slowly she positioned herself over him so that her left breast was above him, its size far eclipsing his tiny body. "Look John, you're so small, I think my nipple will soon be bigger than you," Diana smirked.
 
 
She lowered her breast until her nipple was almost upon him. "This is what you want isn't it John, you want me to crush you with my big firm tit."
 
 
John shook his head but Diana carried on regardless. He raised his arms to try and hold her off, but as she lowered her breast onto him the weight was simply too much and it pushed his weak arms down pinning them underneath its enormous mass. John disappeared completely beneath Diana's all conquering breast. "Shall I let you feel its full weight John, do you think you could handle it?" Diana asked, a far away look in her eyes. A muffled sound came from beneath her. John was clearly having trouble breathing. Diana allowed more of her weighty left breast onto John and felt him squirming like a bug beneath her sensitive skin. Her nipple grew to its full erect size and she felt it press him firmly into the mattress. She groaned as she realized her aroused nipple was crushing him, which only served to excite her even more.
 
 
Diana allowed the full weight of her breast onto him and his struggles ceased. She wondered what it must feel like for him, helpless, beneath his gargantuan wife's breast, totally at her mercy.
 
 
She lifted herself off him and as she did so was amused to see that he was stuck to her tit. Diana peeled him off and placed him gently on the mattress, giving him a kiss. It would be four hours before John would regain consciousness, his ribs bruised and tender at the crushing he had received from his wife.
 
 
The next day John woke to find that he couldn't move his arms or legs, he was stuck on what seemed like a giant piece of fly paper.
 
 
"Oh hi honey, you're awake, I've been waiting for you." John craned his neck and saw Diana looming over the bed, topless, her bosom blocking his view of her pretty face.
 
 
"I decided to bring you to work with me today because it's not safe for you to stay at home, and Jessica can't be trusted with you anymore. So you're coming with me."
 
 
With that Diana lifted the masking tape that held John fast and stuck it across her right nipple so that John was facing her breast. He was pinned tightly against her massive nipple which rubbed against him. At his size it would have been possible for him to sit astride her nipple, it was so large compared to him.
 
 
For John, the feeling was amazing, he was helpless and immobile, pinned tightly against his wife's mighty breast, his torso trapped against her nipple. Diana turned to face the mirror and looked at her reflection, and smiled at what she saw - her tiny husband plastered against her massive breast, trapped by the tape against her nipple which was almost as large as he was.
 
 
She then slipped on her bra and fastened it, admiring herself as she did so. Instinctively he tried to move his hips backwards and forwards in a rutting motion, but her bra held him too tightly and he couldn't move at all.
 
 
"Hmmm, I'm not sure, there's a small bulge, I think we need to disguise you a bit more. How is it for you honey?”
 
 
A faint muffled sound came from her bra, hardly audible at all. "What's that hon, you'll have to speak up, I can't hear you."
 
 
Diana removed her sports bra, and peeled off the tape holding John, repositioning him on the underside of her breast where he wouldn't be noticed.
 
 
Diana then replaced her bra, and glanced at her reflection. Satisfied, she slipped on her sweatshirt, and turned to leave the house.
 
 
"It'll be our ‘little' secret honey, just you and me, so close", she confided. "I've only got four aerobics sessions today, so you'll be nice and safe and snug in my bra while mommy takes her class, and then afterwards I'm gonna give you a nice warm bath."
 
Diana thought she heard a muffled scream, but she couldn't  be sure.