Max chuckled softly to himself as he hopped out of Herb’s car and faced the walkway to his house.  It looked much longer than normal, and he had to stretch his stride just to take the walk one paving block at a time.  Halfway along he started skipping, and singing a song that’d been stuck in his head on the drive home.

“Hmm, hmm at the stage, dim the lights, and baby... reduce me tonight.”

For all his body felt light and bouncy, his keyring felt much heavier than usual, and he had to lift it higher than was his habit.  It took two tries to get the key in the lock, then he was inside.  “Hey sweetie, I’m home!”

“Hey honey!” called his wife from the kitchen.  Her voice sounded louder than usual.  “Dinner’s almost ready.  You’re running late, did the carpool have trouble?”

“Nah, Herb and Dag wanted to swing by the mall on the way home.  I did text to say I’d be a bit late.”

“Mhmm.  So what’d you do at the mall?”

Max reached for the hangars in the hall closet, but couldn’t make it.  He set his jacket on the chair instead.  “They wanted to venn themselves beefier for the weekend.”

There was a resonant giggle from the kitchen.  “Ooh, I bet their wives will like that.  Did you get me anything?”

Max kicked his shoes off, giggling as he set them on the shoe rack. They were dwarfed by his other shoes, and much the same size as his wife’s.  He puzzled briefly at the oversized shoes off to the side, then shrugged and headed down the hall.  “I did indeed my sweet.  Remember how we watched Monsters vs Aliens last weekend, and you admitted to wanting to be Ginormica?  I figured I’d give you tha....”

Max stopped cold in the doorway to the kitchen, awed at the sight before him.  He’d expected Carol to be taller than his reduced height, but her hair brushed the ceiling.  “Oh.  Oh wow.”

Carol giggled, her larger lungs filling the room with the sound.  “Hey love.  Great minds think alike.  God, you look cute like that.  How tall are you?”

“I was going for eight inches shorter than you, to reverse things.  But Herb overshot, and I think I’m about four foot even.”  Max shook his head to clear it and looked up from his wife’s chest to meet her eyes so far above his.  “You look incredible.  Three times my size... wait a minute.”

Max glanced down.  His wife was kneeling, and her head still brushed the roof.  “Oh.  Oh wow.  How tall are you?”

“Eleven feet.”  Carol flexed an arm, and muscles bulged under her sleeve.  “And I feel amazing.  Can I lift you?  Please?”

Max nodded, and stepped closer to the gargantuan in his kitchen.  She shifted position to sit on the floor, which lowered her head to a mere two feet above his.  Carol stretched out her arms and gently closed her hands about Max’s waist.  She pulled him up into her lap with another loud giggle.  “It’s like you don’t weigh anything at all.  This is wonderful.  I was worried I might hurt you, but you’re venned so you’re safe.”

“For certain values of safe.  You have awfully sharp teeth, my dear.”

“The better to eat you up with,” growled Carol.

Max gasped, and squirmed in Carol’s grip.  She let him struggle, but it wasn’t even the slightest contest.  “Sorry, love.  You’re stuck with me.  I promise I’ll do my best not to hurt you, okay?”

Carol set Max down in her lap, and he shuddered there for a minute, but didn’t scamper out.

“Sorry.  You’re overwhelming, and I panicked for a bit.”  He patted her hand, marvelling anew at the difference in scale, then brushing his hand along the back of it.  There was soft white fur there.  He looked up her arm, finding it grew thicker there, then up to Carol’s face.  Her face was normal, but what he’d taken for her blonde hair at first glance looked more like a mane of fur.  It circled her face, and triangular ears poked out of it.

“That’s a lot of fur,” murmured Max.

Carol purred softly.  “You like it?  I had to walk home, and it was cold, so we went back into the machine and Jenny gave me a fur coat.”

Max nodded eagerly.  Before he could ask to see more of it, the timer on the stove beeped.  Carol shooed him to the table, and soon had a roast in front of him.  She tried not to giggle as he struggled with the carving utensils, especially as she’d have at least as much trouble herself.  “It’s not as well seasoned as usual.  Teeny little jars.”

Max served extra-large slices to his wife’s plate, and smaller ones to his.  He took a bite from the carving board.  “It’s delicious.  As always.”

Carol’s cheeks dimpled as she smiled back at him.  They ate in silence for a time, and when Carol was done Max asked if she’d had enough to eat.  Carol licked her lips and looked him over.  “There’s something else I want for a treat.”

Max grinned.  “I’m all yours.”

Carol grabbed him where he sat, then lifted him over the table and cuddled him close to her chest.  Then she carried him to the living room, crouching nearly to a crawl to get through the doorway.

The living room furniture was swiftly shoved aside to make room in front of the fireplace, room enough for Carol to lie down with Max sitting on her chest.

Max chuckled.  “Oh look, a cozy rug in front of the fire.  Shall I light it?”

Carol grinned up at him, then growled ferally.  “You already have.”  She tried to unbutton her blouse, but her fingers were too clumsy.  Max started unbuttoning them for her, but before he was halfway done she roared in frustration and tore the blouse the rest of the way open.  One of the buttons that was sent flying pinged off Max’s shoulder, drawing a surprised yelp.

Max rubbed his shoulder absently as he stared at what Carol had revealed.  Her fine pelt was thicker over her chest, and had subtle stripes of grey through it that made her look somewhat tigerlike.  The fur thinned over her areolae, and two nipples stood proud and tall to show her arousal.  Each looked like a good handful.

Carol followed Max’s gaze and sighed.  “Yeah, they ended up a bit smaller.”

Max laughed out loud.  “Proportionately, perhaps.  But to me, they look immense.”  He went to his knees before one, and had to lean to the point of overbalancing to kiss the enormous nipple.

Carol gasped at the sensation.  “Oooh, such tiny little lips.  Tickles.”

Max opened wider, and managed to get the entire nipple in his mouth, but in doing so overbalanced and ended up sprawled atop Carol’s breast.  Carol moaned happily, and when Max tried to come up for air, an enormous hand shoved him back onto the breast.  His frantic squirming only made her groan louder.  It was only when he passed out and went still that Carol realized what she’d done.

Carol sat up and cradled Max to her chest, watching worriedly as his body reflexively gulped for air.  After a minute his eyes fluttered open.  “Woo, trippy.”

Carol blinked at him in confusion.  “What?”

Max continued to pant for a bit then swallowed.  “My body blacked out, but I didn’t.  My lungs stopped burning, but I could still feel your touch.  Everything went fuzzy, but I could still feel, still hear.  I kind of want to do it again.”

“But I could have killed you!” protested Carol.

“So?  I’m venned.  Killing this body is an inconvenience.  Pop me back in the machine and I’ll be right as rain.”

Carol’s eyes shone, and her grin showed some very predatory teeth.  “Are you seriously suggesting that I love you to death?  Because that’s making my blood sing.  There’s a predator in the back of my head that’s practically drooling.”

Max nodded.  “I’m game.  Just...”

Carol gnawed her lip uncertainly.  “Yes?”

“Are you okay?  I’d hate it if you did this then beat yourself up about it for months afterward.”

“I...  I think so?  I mean... if I don’t deliberately do it, yeah.  The idea of killing you to get off on the killing... no.  But making love to you like this, knowing that it’s possible, even likely, but you’ll not only be fine but enjoy it?  Hell yes.”

Max gestured for Carol to lie down once more, and once she did so he knelt before her breast.  He took a moment to consider his words.  “Oh mighty beast of the mountains, I am as nothing before you.  Use this unworthy one’s life as you see fit.”  He bowed his head and waited, then peeked up to see Carol’s shining eyes considering him.

“You may ki... I mean worship my nipple, little one.”

Max leaned forward once more, and before he knew it there was a hand gripping him tightly and his vision started to dim.  This time, he knew what to expect, and used the last of his energy to caress the enormous breast before him.  The world slid sideways as his brain ran out of oxygen, then his senses returned, fuzzier and fainter than before.  He could no longer move, and could only flop about helplessly as his enormous wife had her way with his body.

Once she was done, she cuddled his body between her breasts, and palpitated his chest.  To both their surprise, Max abruptly drew in a breath.  He started coughing violently, and brought up blood.

“Are you okay honey?” asked Carol, worriedly.

Max shook his head violently, still struggling for breath.  His lungs bubbled as he tried to breathe, and no matter how much he coughed they kept getting worse.

“What should I do?” fretted Carol.

Max pointed to her breast.  It took a few moments before Carol understood, but soon she had his head pinned.  Max huddled against it tensely, fighting against the pain.  After far too many heartbeats his body finally went limp.  Carol held it there until she was quite sure he wouldn’t recover, laughing grimly.  “I guess resuscitating you was the wrong way to go.  Sorry, love.”

Carol cleaned up as best she could, then reassembled what she could of her blouse and skirt.  The walk back to the mall wasn’t too bad at her size, even in the dark and cold of the night.

Inside the Venn Machine, Max returned to normal size and sat up.  He hopped to his feet and poked the button to continue the session.  “Whoof.  That was something else.  Agreed on the no resuscitation thing.”

“Did it hurt?”

“Horribly.  But it’s over now, and I’m fine.”

Carol eyed him suspiciously.  “You don’t sound fine.  You look at me here and see a monster.”

“I see a sexy monster who hasn’t finished what she started.”

“So you should... wait, what?  Started what?”

Max grinned at her.  “You should make me even smaller this time.  Small enough to get you off.”

Carol stared at him wild-eyed.  “Seriously?  I’d break you.”

“So make me more durable, and... oh yeah, turn off my pain receptors.”

“I can do that?”

Max nodded.  “Then you really wouldn’t have anything to worry about.”

“Except for terrifying and torturing my husband.”

Max’s grin grew wider.  “Admit it.  You got a kick out of it.  And I see that gleam in your eyes.  You liked breaking me.”

Carol closed her eyes and nodded.  “So help me, I did.  I don’t want to hurt you, but crushing you made me feel so powerful.”

“So change me, crush me, abuse my broken body.  And enjoy it, knowing I’m having fun too.”

Carol gasped softly.  “Oooh, the things I’ll do.  Just... one thing first?”

“Anything.”

“Can you make me a little smaller?  Being huge was fun, but I’d like to fit through doorways, and into cars.  Oh, and our bed.  Say... seven feet tall?”

“Sure.  As long as you promise to make me even smaller in proportion.”

“Deal.”  Carol tried to reach out to shake Max’s hand, but bumped the interface instead.  “Whoops.  Crap, I just picked an image of some kind of weird clay thing.”

“Sounds fun.  You’d be able to squish me as much as you like.”

“Oooh.  Shrink me then I’ll do it.”

Carol sighed with relief when she could stand up straight in the Venn Machine.  “Thanks.  That’s so much better.”  She glanced down and noticed something that made her smirk.  “I see not all of me got reduced.”

“Can you blame me?” chuckled Max.

“I think you deserve a squooshing for that.”  Carol tapped the vanishing green circle, then ambled around to pick up her prize.  The misshapen lump stood about a foot tall, and half that wide.  It rippled gently in her palms.  

“Oooh, you can move?”

The clay squirmed more vigorously.

“And hear.  Mmm.  This is going to be fun.”

And it was.