Ingrid checked her phone: 6:56. She was running behind.

"That'll be sixty eight dollars and forty three cents," said the cashier. Ingrid swiped her card and gathered her bags.

"Merry Christmas!" chirped the cashier.

"Merry Christmas" Ingrid chimed back as she left the store. She walked out into the chilled air, pulling her coat around her neck as she practically ran to the train station. The train was just arriving as she clomped across the platform in her heels.

"Wait!" she yelled out as she heard the door-closing tone. Fortunately, the operator saw her and left the doors open just long enough for her to get in. The tone sounded again, and the doors actually closed this time.

Ingrid collapsed into a seat, panting as she surveyed the car. There were only a few people on it with her: the usual crowd you'd expect. She was only a few stops away, so she sat back and enjoyed her few minutes of solitude.

At the next stop, a strange looking man holding a sign got on and began to walk the car. He stopped in front of every person, showing them his sign until they either waved him off or ignored him long enough for him to move on. Ingrid watched him out of the corner of her eye: he didn't look homeless, but he certainly wasn't very well off.

He made his way down until he finally stopped in front of Ingrid. She looked up and read his sign:

GIVE ME $1 I'LL GIVE YOU A WISH

Ingrid smiled and the man smiled back.

"A wish, huh?" she said. The man nodded.

"Great at wishes, bad at money. Thought I might sell my talents."

Ingrid chuckled a little. It was certainly the most creative pitch she'd ever seen. And it was the holiday season….

Ingrid cautiously reached into her side pocket and felt the bill there. She pulled it out, spying Abraham Lincoln on the face.

"Well, I guess it's your lucky day," she said, handing the man the five dollar bill. The man pocketed it and smiled, thanking her. The train slowed to her stop and she got up, the man moving to let her by.

"Does that mean I get five wishes?" she joked. The man put a finger to his chin in thought.

"You know what...sure, it being Christmas and all. Five."

Ingrid laughed and stepped off the train.

'What a curious fellow,' she thought as she walked toward her house. A few minutes later she was inside, pulling off her winter clothes and putting away the few groceries she had collected.

"Hi hun," chimed her husband, Vaughn, "What did you bring?"

She laughed as she showed him the meats and cheeses, all complimented by a couple bottles of wine.

"Cool, let me know when it's ready!" he said, heading back upstairs. Ingrid raised an eyebrow but continued prepping dinner. Twenty minutes later, they enjoyed each other's company while enjoying the items Ingrid had picked up from the store, sipping their wine as they talked. After dinner, Ingrid washed the dishes while Vaughn played some video games.

"Vaughn, I'm headed upstairs. Come up soon, alright?"

He nodded as Ingrid went up to their bedroom. She was still feeling warm from the wine as she took a quick shower. Stepping out, she lit a small, lavender incense stick as she dried herself off. She could still hear the sounds from the tv as she slipped on her lacy underwear and bra. Rummaging around in the bottom drawer, she pulled out the Mrs. Claus outfit that her husband had gotten her a couple years back. She pulled on a pair of thigh high stockings as she shimmied into the red corset, pulling the outfit into place. She looked at herself in the mirror, giggling at the white, fur-lined hem that just barely covered her bottom.

She heard the tv turn off. Rushing as softly as she could to the other side of the bedroom, she fumbled to find her pair of scarlet red pumps, abandoning them at the last moment and instead opting to just jump into the bed. Throwing the Santa hat on her head, she sat there, covers in hand as she waited for Vaughn to enter the room.

Except he didn't. She raised an eyebrow, but continued to wait as she heard some rummaging around downstairs.

'He's probably just tidying up and using the bathroom,' she thought. She waited patiently as the rummaging died down and the house went quiet. Still...no Vaughn. After ten minutes of waiting, her patience was up.

'What's he doing?' she thought as she pulled off the covers. As she neared the bedroom door, she heard a soft grunt from somewhere down below. Creeping as softly as she could in her stockinged feet, she made her way down the stairs. As she reached the ground level, she became acutely aware of the sounds of heavy breathing coming from the kitchen. She crept toward the door and peered in.

There was Vaughn, sitting at the table with his pants down and his dick in hand. In front of him was his laptop where he was watching a video of a giant woman teasing a tiny man with her feet.

"Vaughn!" she cried out. Her husband jumped, flailing as he tried to pull his dick back into his underwear. He turned around and looked at Ingrid in a panic.

"I-Ingrid! I was just...it's not what it…"

Ingrid was furious, standing in her sexy costume before her unappreciative husband.

"Are you jacking off to your giantess porn?!"

Vaughn's panicked look was quickly shifting to one of embarrassment.

"And after I went through all the trouble of dressing up in your favorite outfit, for you…."

Vaughn opened his mouth to speak but Ingrid just let out an exasperated shout and turned to leave. Grabbing the wine bottle from the counter, she stormed out of the room and up the stairs, leaving her guilty husband to stew.

Ingrid threw herself into bed, tossing the hat to the side of the room. She uncorked the bottle and took a swig of the wine left over from dinner. She sniffled a little, wiping a tear from her eye as she sighed. She sat back and browsed on her phone, trying to get her mind off of things as she steadily introduced more and more alcohol into her system.

Around ten minutes later, Vaughn peeked into the room.

"Hi…honey?" he asked cautiously. Ingrid continued staring at her screen, not paying him even a lick of attention. Vaughn frowned and rubbed his neck.

"Aww, babe...I'm sorry…."

She sighed, putting down her phone. She glared at her husband. He smiled back awkwardly.

"That's a nice outfit-" he started.

"Like you care!" she snapped, "I got you a nice dinner, got all cleaned up and even put on your favorite outfit, and what do you do? Play video games instead of helping and masturbate to your little man fantasies!"

Ingrid took one more drink before corking the bottle and putting it on the nightstand. Vaughn frowned.

"Honey, I'm sorry, I really, really am…."

Ingrid wasn't finished. "I tolerate this obsession of yours but tonight...ugh! You know, I wish you really were smaller, then maybe I would actually be able to get through to you!"

Vaughn opened his mouth to again try and calm his upset wife when he suddenly began to feel dizzy. He put his hand to his head, feeling the world spiraling around him.

"I...whoa, not feeling…."

Ingrid gasped in astonishment. Before her very eyes, her husband was...changing. The arms of his shirt were creeping down over his hands, the crew cut sagging over his collar bone. At the same time, his sweat pants sagged, pooling at his feet as he shook his head.

Moments later, the dizzy feeling passed and Vaughn raised his head. He felt...weird. His hands were now caught in his sleeves, and when he stepped he tripped a little over his pant leg.

"What is…." He mumbled as he teetered forward. He looked at Ingrid. "Whoa, what...what was that?"

Ingrid swung her legs over the bed and stood up. Her head rose up...up...up over her husband. Vaughn's jaw dropped as he looked up at his wife for the first time ever.

"Oh my god, Vaughn! You...shrunk!" Ingrid exclaimed in amazement. Vaughn rubbed his eyes, refusing to believe what he saw.

"No way," he said, "Not possible. People don't shrink."

Ingrid shook her head. "No! But you did! Look, you're only as high as my chest now!"

Like it or not, Vaughn could not deny it. Ingrid's corset was right in his face, her lovely little mounds expanding and contracting beneath it with every breath. He bit his lip and looked up again.

"But...how is this possible?" he asked.

Ingrid thought for a moment before gasping.

"Oh my god, so, I met this weird guy on the train, and he was all like 'gimme a dollar and I'll give you a wish.' Well, I gave him five, and he said that I'll get five wishes! This must be one of them!"

Vaughn shook his head.

"No, that's just...weird. But okay, let's say this is true. You can just wish me back to normal now, right?"

Ingrid smirked. "I could...but why should I? You still owe me for tonight, and besides...I've always kinda wondered what it would be like to be the bigger one."

Vaughn gulped as his wife grinned down at him.

"Besides," she added, "Isn't this your greatest fantasy?"

Vaughn nodded. He could not deny that despite his shock, he was slowly becoming aroused. Ingrid was larger than him now and was already taking charge of the situation, just like in his favorite videos.

Ingrid stepped forward and slowly began to undo her corset top. Vaughn swallowed hard as she opened it up, revealing her lacy black bra underneath.

"Ha, you're paying close attention now, aren't you Vaughn?" she teased as she reached behind and unclipped the bra, sliding the undergarment off and letting it drop to the floor.

Vaughn couldn't believe how large her breasts were now. The loss of height certainly made a difference. Ingrid took her husband by the shoulders and held him close, pressing his face in between the soft mounds.

"Like what you see?" she asked with a smirk.

"Mmph," Vaughn answered, his head still squished between the sweet smelling breasts. Ingrid let him go, and he pulled back, watching as her nipples grew hard.

"Well, go on little guy, when are you going to get another chance like this?"

He shivered as she called him 'little guy.' He leaned forward and licked her breast, feeling his wife shudder. Her little hairs stood up on edge, goosebumps covering her as he buried his face in her softness, sucking on her tit.

Ingrid breathed deeply as Vaughn licked and suckled on her: normally, the area would be too sensitive to dive into so quickly, but she had to admit that she was getting turned on by being the one in charge for once. Vaughn reached around with his smaller hands and squeezed her rump, eliciting a giggle from the taller woman, and she reciprocated in kind by reaching down and gently massaging his bulge.

Vaughn moaned and pulled down his pants, revealing his erection, hard and ready to go. Leading Ingrid to the bed, she lay back. He pressed forward, licking under her breasts as he inserted himself into her wet pussy. He slipped in easily...maybe too easily, as he began to pump his thighs, thrusting with all his strength. She was looser than usual, and he had a hard time getting the same sensation as he was used to. He looked into Ingrid's eyes, and he could see that she was in the same situation. After about a minute of trying, she put her hand on his chest, sitting up as he slipped out. He stood, looking disappointed as his shirt drooped over his smaller body.

"Sorry hun, but, it's just not the same," she said, reaching out to caress his erect dick. He moaned as her hand made contact: bigger, but still sexy.

"Wish me big again and I'll more than make up for it," he said, trying not to squirm too much under her touch.

"I know you will," she answered. She thought a moment then smirked.

"Or…"

He looks at her with a puzzled expression.

"Or…?"

"Or," she cooed gently as she leaned forward.

"Or, I wish you were smaller."

Vaughn gasped as the tingles returned. This time the shrinking was much more obvious as he lost inches after inches, his shirt sagging to one side and eventually dropping over his diminishing shoulders.

"Ingriiiid!" he whined in a smaller, squeakier voice as she rose above him, enlarging outwards in every way. The tingles finally faded away when he was only just a head taller than the mattress. He gasped and Ingrid laughed.

"Oh my gosh, you are so small!" she giggled. Vaughn shivered and tried to run but two huge, slender hands grabbed him by the arms and hoisted him into the air.

"Where do you think you're going?" Ingrid boomed. Vaughn could only swallow, staring at his Giantess of a wife.

"Honey, th...this is hot but...maybe you should turn me back?"

Ingrid laughed and hugged him close, his tiny head sandwiched between her even larger breasts.

"Not until I’ve had my fun," she said. She lowered him back down to the ground, shifting to sit at the edge of the bed. Slowly, she parted her legs, revealing her gigantic, wet pussy to her little man.

"You know what you have to do, little guy," she cooed. Vaughn stared in awe at the massive sight of his woman's sex lying right before him. He stepped forward, pressing his tiny hands to her inner thighs. Slowly he reached out and ran his fingers down her gigantic slit. This elicited an immediate moan as Ingrid rotated her hips forward.

Vaughn gulped and pressed his tiny hand to her vulva, slowly massaging the soft, wet lips as high above his wife enjoyed the feeling. He still couldn't get over how he was actually living his fantasy: to be shrunk and used by a Giantess. Yet, as turned on as he was, he was also a little scared. Ingrid was just so powerful now, and though he trusted her, what if she decided to leave him this way: just a tiny man to be used for her pleasure?

"Getting distracted down there?" rang out the voice of his Giantess. He shook his head and went back to work, massaging her lips as she moaned.

"Mmm...lick it…oooh," she said. Puckering his lips, he leaned forward and pressed his tongue to her labia. This caused an immediate reaction as Ingrid pushed herself farther forward. Stabilizing himself, he began licking her up and down, suckling on her soft, wet skin as she slowly started to gyrate against him. He found her hood, darting his tongue underneath. She moaned loudly as he assaulted her sensitive clit, rhythmically bucking against him as she built toward climax. It wasn't long before she exploded, screaming as she orgasmed, writhing as her pussy pulsed with each wave of sensation, her juices covering his face and sliding down his chest.

As soon as it had come, it was over and Ingrid lay backwards, her massive chest heaving as Vaughn leaned against her thighs, panting and trying to catch his breath as well.

"Oh...my….god. That was amazing," she said after a minute. She reached down and grabbed her husband, pulling the little man onto her chest. He lay there, staring into the smiling face of his wife and couldn't help but smile back.

"We should do this more often," she giggled, gently stroking him with her hand.

"I know," he laughed, "This is awesome. There's no other way to put it."

She giggled again and took a deep breath, relaxing again.

"Um, Ingrid, maybe you could grow me back now?"

She looked at him and pouted.

"But we haven't even taken care of you yet!" she exclaimed.

Vaughn smirked. "Oh, well, okay. I guess we could do that first." He was eager to get back to full height, but definitely wasn't going to say no to the prospect of a blowjob or a hand job from his wife as a Giantess.

"Hmm," Ingrid mused, "And I do have three wishes left…."

Vaughn cocked an eyebrow. "Um, Ingrid," he said very cautiously, "You're not thinking about-"

"I wish you were smaller!"

Vaughn's eyes went wide as he felt the tingles again. The surface of his wife's belly was shifting, expanding around him as he shrank again.

"Nooooo!" he yelled as Ingrid laughed, delighted by the sight of her slowly dwindling husband. When the shrinking stopped, he couldn't have been more than a couple feet tall.

"Ingrid! This isn't funny anymore! Those wishes are valuable!" he yelled in a squeaky high voice that just caused his wife to laugh harder.

"Oh come on Vaughn, lighten up. Besides, you're enjoying this too!"

"That's not the point!" the little man squealed. "We could be saving those to wish for fame, for fortune, for a shrink ray so we can control this!"

"Ooo!" Ingrid said, her cheeks still rosy from the sex and alcohol. "Very good ideas! Maybe next time you should get the groceries and buy the wishes!"

Vaughn frowned. He hopped off her chest and stood up...all two feet of him.

"Ingrid, this isn't funny-"

"Don't call me that," she interrupted.

Vaughn looked confused. "But, it's your name…."

Ingrid shook her head.

"No, you're tiny, you don't get to use that name. Call me 'Mistress.'"

Vaughn's jaw dropped. This power was really starting to go to her head.

"No, Ingrid, please listen…."

"MISS-tress," Ingrid repeated, emphasizing the first syllable.

Vaughn shook his head. "No, please, change me..aghhh!"

In a flash, Ingrid sat up and seized the little man by his legs, lifting him up into the air and holding him upside down. He squealed as she grinned, lowering him down and placing him over her knee.

"If you're going to act like a child, then you will be treated like one!" She raised her hand and before he could protest, it came down.

WHACK!

Vaughn howled as she smacked his bottom, leaving a pink mark in the shape of a hand.

"Ow! Ingri-oww!" he cried as she spanked him again.

"Who am I?" She called out.

WHACK!

Vaughn couldn't believe this was happening: he was reduced to the size of a child and being punished over the knee of his Giantess wife. The worst part is that even though he was terrified, he was also insanely turned on. Ingrid had to know this as his erection formed again, pressing itself against her leg as she spanked him.

"Who am I?" She raised her hand for another whack.

"M-mistress!" He whimpered, his butt sore and tingling. She lowered her hand. Gently, she placed him on the floor, the tiny man barely as high as her knees.

"There you go," she said as he looked up at her. "Now, was that so hard?"

Vaughn stared up at his enormous, beautiful wife and sniffled a little.

"N-no. But Ingr...I mean, Mistress!" He yelled, catching his fumble.

"Yes?" she asked.

"P-please make me big again?"

"What, before we've taken care of this?" she said, raising her leg and touching her gigantic foot to him. Her toes brushed his tiny erection and he couldn't help but let out a moan.

"What do you think?" she gently cooed, seeing his reaction. He nodded emphatically as she grinned

"Good, because I wish you were smaller."

Vaughn screamed as the words came out of her mouth, his pathetic little squeal diminishing to nothing more than a squeak as he dwindled away. When he stopped, he looked up and fell over on his still-sore bottom.

The world was enormous. Ordinary objects were alien at their sheer scale and his titanic wife loomed before him.

"Oh!" she giggled, "You look about shoe-size!"

She lifted her stockinged leg and pressed her foot against the tiny man, laying him out flat beneath her sheer force. Vaughn squeaked as he tried to fight back but found himself powerless beneath the gigantic foot.

"Yup! About a foot tall!" she giggled as she released him. He caught his breath as he watched her slowly peel her stocking from her leg, revealing her soft sole and pretty pink digits at the end. She did the same with the other stocking, spreading her toes out in the air as she looked at her husband. She gently placed her feet in front of him, each as tall as he was.

"First, lick my feet little man, just like the little men in your videos," she demanded. Vaughn wasted no time complying, pressing himself to her soft soles, brushing his tongue in between her gigantic toes. The sweet scent was overwhelming, as was the flavor of her shower gel as he eagerly lapped away at her soft skin.

"Oooh! she said, "Your tiny little tongue is so nice!"

"I'm happy, my Goddess," he squeaked in reply.

"Oh! Goddess!" Ingrid exclaimed. "Hmm, yes, I love it. Call me that from now on."

"Yes, Goddess," he said as he continued licking and suckling on her feet. He was becoming absolutely lost in his passions. A small part of him wished this would never end.

Suddenly, Ingrid's foot shifted, slamming into him and knocking him to the floor. She pressed her sole to him, pinning his tiny body beneath her, feeling him squirm as he tried to free himself. She felt the poke of his tiny erection and smiled.

"Now, slave, you may claim your reward."

Vaughn shuddered at the word 'slave.' He was absolutely loving every moment of this. Ingrid was so forceful...so powerful; a side he had never seen in her before. It was so incredibly hot and despite her attitude, he felt closer to her than he had ever felt before.

So when she moved her foot, dragging her gigantic toes downward over his body to his waiting erection, he almost lost his mind. She pressed the tip of her big toe against his hard member, sending chills up his spine before grabbing the tiny piece of flesh between two titanic toes. Slowly, she began to stroke his cock, her huge digits massaging his sensitive skin, eliciting deep moans from the tiny man. He peered down at his crotch, watching her beautiful toes, each bigger than his head, pump away at his miniscule dick, sending waves of pleasure through him. He moaned louder as he gave in completely: he was under the full control of his beautiful Goddess and there was nothing he could do about it.

"Cum for me," her voice rang out, "Cum for your Goddess, little slave!"

That was all it took for him to explode, shooting white, hot ropes of cum all over her toes as he orgasmed. She cried out in surprise, giggling as he ejaculated on her, all his efforts producing not much more than just a few large droplets. She released his dick, squishing the small amount of semen between her toes as he watched.

"How about that, little guy?" she asked with a wink. Vaughn was panting, exhausted from the experience as he nodded vigorously. She laughed, putting her foot back down, the cum already drying on her skin.

"Oh my gosh, that was great! Maybe there's something to this Giantess fetish of yours!"

He laughed as he sat up. This had to have been the most amazing night of his life, but he was still looking forward to using their last wish to get back to normal.

"Haha, I told you!” he called out. “And I gotta’ say...you make a great Giantess, hun!"

Ingrid blushed. "Aww, thanks sweetie. Being so big and having so much control was just...ugh! So good. I wish we could do this every night."

Vaughn's jaw dropped as the words came out of her mouth. Ingrid was confused for a few moments until it dawned on her. She gasped, placing hands over her mouth as she stared down at her doll-sized man.

"Crap…."

THE END