Erin Hunter had no idea the call she took on the morning of the first Monday of June was the most important call of her life -- at least, not at the time.

Erin was getting ready for work in the office when the phone rang.  It was her stepmother.

“Jane, I’m on the way out the door for work,” Erin said.  “What’s up?”

“We just got a call from Ireland,” Jane said.  “They said your great-aunt Onora died and left you an inheritance of some kind.”

“Okay,” Erin said.

“They said you have to go to County Kilkenny as soon as possible,” Jane said.  “They said it was urgent, both for the inheritance and for you.”

“For me?” Erin said.  “Are you sure that’s what they said?”

“I double-checked,” said Jane.  “That’s what they said.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” Erin said.

“I know, but they wouldn’t tell me any more,” Jane said.  “They said I wasn’t family.”

“You married my dad,” Erin said.  “That makes you family to Aunt Onora.”

“Are you going to go?” Jane asked.

“I don’t see how I can,” Erin said.  “I’ve got to work all week, and we’ve got David’s big dinner party here Thursday.  I can’t even think about it until the weekend.  I mean, it’s not like Aunt Onora and I were close.  Heck, I never even met her.”

Erin wrapped up the call and got to work.  As usual, she was dressed to show off her physical attributes, since they were an advantage in the courtroom.  At five feet, eight-and-a-half inches tall, she was nearly six feet in her three-inch heels.  Her skirts showed off her long, shapely legs, and she always wore blouse-skirt combos with a jacket so her 21-inch waist compared to her 44-inch bust.  The D-cup breasts she kept discreetly covered, except for the top button on her blouse.  She covered the blouse in a jacket that matched the skirt, except on warm days.

It was one of David’s late nights at work, and Erin worked late, too.  They basically didn’t see each other until fairly late that evening, and didn’t talk about the phone call until they were getting into bed.

After Erin explained the call, David said, “Wow, that’s weird.  She was your great aunt on your dad’s side?”

“Yeah,” Erin said.  “She was an Arndt.  On her mom’s side, I guess the family had been in Ireland for hundreds of years, maybe over a thousand.”

“Wow,” David said.  “A lot of history.  You sure you don’t want to go?”

“Eventually,” Erin said, shrugging.  “I can’t right now.  My caseload is too much for me to take time off.”

She fingered her engagement and wedding rings.  “Besides, this is the history I care about,” she said, kissing her husband.

David wrapped his arms around her.  “Let’s make some more history,” he said.

“Sounds good,” Erin said.

Erin was up the first of the two the next day.  She was sleepy enough at first that the changes only dimly registered.  The feet didn’t hit the floor when she swung them out of the bed; they had to drop down just slightly.  Her slippers felt loose.

Erin made her way to the bathroom.  Was the sink a little higher than usual?  And why was her hairbrush so far away?

Then, as she reached for the brush, Erin felt her rings sliding on her fingers, and she realized what had happened.  Instantly awake, she screamed.

David, awakened, shot into the bathroom.  “Erin, what is it?” he asked

Erin looked up at David.  “David!  I shrunk! I shrunk overnight!”

“What are you talking about?” David asked.  “People don’t shrink.”

“I did!” Erin said, pounding her chest.  “I’m shorter, and smaller!”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” David said.

“But it’s true,” Erin said.  “David, yesterday you were only an inch and a half taller than me.  But look at the gap now!”

David realized she was right.  He was a good four to five inches taller than his wife now.

Erin was crying.  “I shrank!” she said.  “I shrank!”

A quick round of measurements confirmed that Erin had shrunk proportionally.  David, an accountant, did some calculations and determined that Erin’s height and each measurement had reduced by 5 percent.

Erin took a deep breath.  “Well, I’d best get ready for work,” she said.

“Don’t you think you should see a doctor?” David asked.

“I don’t have time,” Erin said.  “I have to get to work.”

“Shouldn’t you take a sick day?”

“What am I going to do?  Call in short?” Erin said.  “ I can hear that phone call.  ‘I won’t be in today because I’m only 5-foot-5.’  And besides, what would a doctor be able to do?” Erin said.  “You said it yourself.  People don’t just shrink.  I’m betting this is something beyond the pale of what most doctors, and maybe all doctors, will have dealt with.”

Erin stuffed some tissues in the toes of her shoes.  “I’ll have to get a couple of outfits after work to tide me over until I can get some more tailored clothes,” Erin said.  “For today, I’ll just have to make do with what I can piece together.”

Erin got through the day with relative ease.  She got a few odd looks at work, as people noticed something was different but couldn’t tell what.  Two people asked her if she’d lost weight.  Since her weight had fallen when she shrank, she truthfully answered, “Yes.”

That night, David surprised Erin.  He took advantage of her smaller size to lift her into the air and carry her to the bedroom.  She giggled, enjoying how big and strong her husband now felt to her.  Their time in bed was quite intense, followed by an equally intense sleep.

When  Erin awoke on June 6, she screamed even before she’d gotten out of bed.  Her ings had fallen off her fingers, and she was even smaller.  She woke up David, who looked huge to her, with her screams.

The measurements showed she was down to just under 5-foot-2.  Again, every dimension on her body had dropped by the same amount.

“I don’t get it,” Erin said.  “I didn’t shrink as much overnight as I did last night, but it seems to me like it’s the same.”

David took a deep breath.  “To you, it is the same,” he said.  “You lost 5 percent of your height from yesterday, just as yesterday you had lost 5 percent of your height from the day before.”

“It’s only happening at night,” Erin said.  She rubbed her forehead.  “God, this is just so weird,” she said.

“Well, your new clothes will be too big, but they’ll fit you better than your old clothes,” David said.  “Are you sure about not going to a doctor?”

Erin took a deep breath.  “Let’s give it another day or two,” she said.  “If I fall under 4-foot-10, then I’ll officially be a little person, and we’ll go to a doctor.  At that height, legally, I’d have a handicapping condition.  Meanwhile, I have work to do.”

More people noticed the change in Erin that day, but now fewer were asking her about it and more were whispering about it behind her back.

The next morning, David awoke not to a scream, but to the sound of Erin sobbing.  She had again shrunken overnight.  She was now a little bit over 4-foot-10 ½.

David picked Erin up and put her on his lap to hug her.  She marveled at his sheer size, caressing his unshaven cheek.  They found themselves getting to work late that day because they let their passions get away from them.

This was Thursday, the day of David’s party.  Erin had already scheduled the day off work to deal with the party.

“Are you sure you can handle everything?” David asked.

“You’ve got the stepstool set up for me in the kitchen, right?” Erin asked.

“Yep,” David said.

She trotted over to the towering man.  “Then I’ll be fine,” she said.  She reached up.  “Pick me up and give me a kiss and hug,” she said.

David did so, with some passion behind the kiss on both sides.

“You’re a giant to me now,” she said.  “My big, strong giant.”

David stroked her hair.  It was getting shorter at the same rate as the rest of her.  “Your voice is getting higher,” he said.  “It’s shrinking, too.”

“Yours sounds deeper, more manly, to me,” Erin said.  She kissed him again.

Erin got the food on all right, using some clothes she’d pieced together from some items she’d gotten for a friend’s children.  But the constant use of the stepstool, combined with how much heavier everything was now that she was so small, left her exhausted.  The dinner preparation would be in two stages.  She set the timer and staggered in to the love seat, on which she could now stretch out comfortably.

Erin only partially woke up when the timer went off.  She staggered out to the kitchen, climbed up the stepladder, stretched out to reach the food, turned what needed turning, reset the timer, and, exhausted went back to the love seat.  As she climbed up, her shoe slipped off her foot, but it didn’t register what that meant.

When the second timer went off, Erin, now barefoot, staggered out to the kitchen.  She found she couldn’t reach the oven controls, even with the stepstool  And everything was so huge!

Realizing what had happened, Erin was desperate to save the dinner and whatever little bit of normalcy remained in her life.  She knew it wasn’t rational, but she didn’t care.

Erin found she couldn’t lift the stepladder.  She ultimately decided to climb up on a chair, which got her enough height that she could -- barely get the controls and save the meal.

Erin sat down on the gigantic chair and cried.  She’d been so proud ot the oven, as high up as it was in this kitchen.  Now it was just a reminde rof what she’d lost.

Sliding off the chair, Erin made her way to the living room, which now seemed colossal.  She got the phone off the end table and pushed the buttons, much easier to do since they were so big now.

“Hunter,” came David’s voice.

“Honey,” said Erin.

“Oh, God, your voice!” David said.  “You’ve shrunk some more!”

“Preparing the dinner wore me out,” Erin said.  “I took naps.”

“How many naps?”

“Two,” Erin said.  “David, I’m scared.  I don’t even think I’m four and a half feet tall anymore.”

“I’ll be right home,” David said.

Erin was, in fact, just under 4-foot-7.  She sat on David’s lap after the measuring was done, taking comfort from hearing his heartbeat and being enfolded in his strong arms.

Erin insisted on continuing with the dinner party.  David managed to get her some viable clothes.  They weren’t to Erin’s usual standards, but they’d do.

The party was a big success, but the sheer size of everything made it a huge task for the now-tiny Erin.  Trays of food were heavier, and the distances within the house were much bigger.  Even the furniture was a climb now.

At one point David’s boss, Mr. San Jose, leaned in beside David and said, “So, I see you took the old line about a man’s wife being ‘the little woman’ seriously,” he said.

“Don’t let her hear you say that,” David said.  “She’s really sensitive about her height.”

When everyone left, Erin, exhausted beyond words, collapsed on David’s lap and fell asleep in his arms.

He held her there, staring at her face, then realized he could see her starting to shrink.  She was getting tinier before his eyes and lighter in his arms.

David had already calculated Erin’s new height as four feet, four and a quarter inches.  Gingerly, seeking to avoid waking her, he carried her lovingly upstairs and placed her on her side of the bed.  He drew the covers up over her and quietly readied himself for bed.

Erin had slept so much during the day that she awoke inb the middle of the night.  She could tell she was smaller, and knew what would happen if she fell asleep again.  Part of her was terrified, afraid to fall asleep.  But for how long could she fight off sleep?

Then she looked at David.  To her, with every inch she lost, he was becoming more and more her knight in shining armor, her giant superhero.  She climbed up next to him and settled in.  She knew that, if she went back to sleep here, she would be somewhere around 4 feet tall in the morning, but she’d be there sooner or later anyway.  If she shrank that small, David would feel 9 feet tall to her in the morning, and that was worth another two to three inches off her size.

Erin snuggled in.  Why she was shrinking could wait another day.  Hearing David’s heartbeat, feeling his powerful arms and chest, she dozed off.  Her sleep was light enough when she shrank that she was aware of it, and smiled as, from her perspective, her husband became even bigger.

The next morning, David awoke to find his wife even tinier than  when he had brought her to bed.  But this time, she wasn’t crying.  She was caressing his manhood, watching it grow as big as her forearm.

“We’ll have to get creative,” she said.  “I don’t think traditional sex will work anymore.”

“Maybe not, but we can still make love,” David said.

“Definitely,” Erin said.

After the love-making ended, Erin called her office and left a message that she wouldn’t be in due to illness, and David called in to care for his sick wife.

Erin was now down to four feet, one and three quarters inches tall.  She and David agreed that, even though they didn’t belive doctors could help Erin, they had to at least try.  Her shrinking was showing no signs of stopping.

Before any doctors offices opened, there was a knock at the door.  With the stairs posing an increasing challenge for Erin, David answered the door.

Soon Erin heard her husband climbing back up the stairs.  “Who was it?” she asked.

“You’re not going to believe this,” David said.  “It was a telegram.”

“A telegram?” Erin repeated.  “I didn’t even know they did those anymore.”

“It’s for you,” David said, handing his diminutive wife the small envelope.

To Erin, the envelope was bigger than legal-sized.  She opened it, and found a series of documents, some in some ancient language with a note attached.

“What’s all this?” David asked.

“I’m not sure,” Erin said.  “Some of these documents are in ancient Irish Gaelic, according to this note.  I think this has to do with that inheritance I was supposed to get from Great Aunt Onora.”

Erin read for a bit, then quietly said, “Oh, my God.”  She looked up at her husband.  “David, I know why I’m shrinking!”

“Yeah?  Why?”

Erin moved papers over by her husband.  “See, this is part of the inheritance information I got,” Erin said.  “It indicates Great Aunt Onora was the ancestral queen of an ancient people, the oldest in that part opf the island, and that I’ve got to come to claim the throne, because I’m the next female heir in the bloodline.  But these documents indicate there’s ancient Irish magic involved with my line, and say that I will continue to change until I come to claim my inheritance.”

Erin got up on her knees to bring her eye level even with that of her husband.  “David, I’m supposed to claim my inheritance, and I think it’s with the leprechauns!”

David looked confused for a moment, then nodded.  “That makes sense,” he said.  “The leprechauns would be ancient, and it’s the only explanation I’ve got for your shrinking.”

“David, we’ve got to get me to County Kilkenny,” Erin said.  I need to claim this inheritance.  I’ll just keep shrinking until I do.”

Standing up, David bit his lip.  “I’ll see what we can do,” he said.

While David started calling travel agencies, Erin turned on the bedroom TV.  She was used by now to the idea that she kept shrinking out of clothing, and saw no point in getting dressed until she had to.  She just wore one of her old T-shirts as a nightshirt.

But, while watching the TV news, Erin ‘s tiny shoulder sagged.  There were reports of volcanic activity in Iceland, and ash was shutting down all air travel to Europe -- including to Ireland.

David confirmed the problem when he got off the phone.  “Looks like we’re going to have to wait at least a few days,” he said.  “I’m sorry, Erin.”

Erin shrugged sadly.  “Not much we can do,” she said.

David sat down next to her on the bed.  “Well, we can try to make the best of it,” he said.  “Are you up for more experimenting?”

Erin smiled.  “Experimenting sounds good,” she said, “But don’t say ‘up.’”  I’m going down, remember?”

It took a full two weeks for the volcanic gasses to clear.  David had to wait another three days to get a flight because of the backloog of travelers and the quirks of the airlines.

Through it all, Erin and David continued experimenting.  Erin had taken a leave of absence from her job, while Erin continued working.

By the time the smoke cleared, Erin was under two feet tall.  She was a little under 20 inches tall, and amazed to find David’s cock was now as big as her torso, on the day of the flight.

But now the couple had a new problem.  Erin was too small to travel on a plane as a passenger.  They decided they’d have to pack her in a bag, but it couldn’t be anything that would go in the luggage compartment.  That area was unpressurized, and Erin could die if she were in that situation.

They made her a small area inside a carry-on bag they were sure would fit in the overhead rack and prepared for the trip.

The security X-rays at the airport drew some attention, but the crew decided the image from inside the bag was a very detailed doll;  it surely couldn’t have been a miniature woman.

David was nervous during the flight.  He knew Erin tended to dose while she traveled, especially by plane.  How many short naps might she have during the flight, and how small would she be when he opened the bag?

Once clear of the airport in Dublin, David unzipped Erin’s bag.  She gazed up groggily.  “Oh, wow!  I’m way down,” she said.

She was right.  Erin looked to be under 15 inches tall, and it was a long ride in the taxi.

“We’re going to have to stay in an inn tonight,” David said.  “We’ll have tot finish the trip to Kilkenny in the morning.”

Erin yawned.  “I think I’ve got jet lag,” she said.  “Looks like I may be really little by the time we get there.”

“I’m sorry, honey,” David said.

“Who’re ya talkin’ to?” the cabbie asked.

Erin smiled up at her husband, and made the OK hand sign, then gave him a thumbs up.

David looked at his wife as he answered the cabbie.  “Just thinking of someone I love,” he said.

By the time they got to the room, Erin had napped twice more, and now stood only about 13 and a quarter inches tall.

Daunted by David’s size, Erin nevertheless worked to keep the experimenting going.  For him, it was a single part of his anatomy she was working, but she was getting a full-body workout.

At one point she giggled.  “What’s so funny?” David asked.

Erin pointed at his dick.  “I can hear the blood flow in here!” she said.  “I can still turn you on, big boy!”

“You’re all the woman I need,” David said.

Erin had a restless night, and woke up only about 11 and a third inches tall.  Intrigued by how much bigger David seemed, they experimented again before packing to leave on their journey.

David looked into Erin’s bag, which he’s had to rearrange since she was so much smaller.  “I’ll see you when we get there,” he said.

“I’ll probably be even smaller,” she said.  “I don’t have anything to do, and you know how I am when I travel.”

“I know,” David said.  “But we’re almost there, and, whatever happens, you’ve still got me.”

“I know, Love,” Erin said.  “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”  David lowered his hand into the bag, and his wife climbed on board.  He lifted her to his lips and they kissed; then he returned her to the bag.  She waved cutely.  “See you, big boy,” she said.

When they got to Kilkenny, David got out at the inn where they’d booked their room.  There he found an ancient looking man, holding a sign that read, “Erin Hunter.”

David approached the man.  “Excuse me,” he said.  “I’m David Hunter, Erin’s husband.”

The man glanced at the bag David carried.  “She’s in there, is she?”

David looked confused.  “How did you know?”

The man offered his hand.  “I’m Lucas MacLean,” he said.  “The community sent me to get you to the portal.  You’ll need a mortal who knows the way so you can find it.”

David opened the bag, to find a sleepy Erin down to only about nine and a half inches tall.

“Honey,” he said.  “We’ve got a guide, and he knows about you.”

Lucas peeked into the bag.  Erin had already grabbed a handkerchief, so she was covered when his did so. “My, you are small, majesty,” he said.  “But don’t worry.  You’ll get bigger very soon.”

“So we were right?” Erin said.  “I’m to be the queen of the leprechauns?”

“Leprechauns?” Lucas said.  “No, it’s not the leprechauns ya’ll be queen of.  You’re to be queen of the giantesses.”

“Giantesses?” Erin and David said together.

“Aye,” Lucas said.  “Until y’come to claim your throne, the magic makes you shrink.  But once you’re by the portal, the magic will make ya grow, and grow far faster and vaster than y’shrank.

“How … vast?” Erin said.

“You’ll know when it’s right,” he said.  “And David here is to be your consort.  He’ll ba able to come through, though most normals can’t.”

“You look normal enough,” David said.  “How do you know all this?”

Lucas smiled.  “Simple,” he said.  “I was Queen Onora’s consort for decades.  And it’s grand indeed to meet her heir.”

“The pleasure’s ours,” Erin said.  “And I’m sorry for your loss.”

Lucas smiled.  “I had many glorious decades with your great aunt,” he said.  “and now it’s my happy duty to be your go-between with the world -- at least, until David here gets the hang of things.”

Lucas looked at the couple.  “I would suggest one thing,” he said.  “If you’ve been enjoyin’ your … current condition with your consort, Majesty, I’d suggest ya’ll want t’do that before we go.  The growing will be fast and furious when we get there, and you’ll never be this small again.”

Erin beamed up at David.  He smiled down.  “Well, we do have a room booked here,” he said.  “Shall we use it?”

Erin’s smile turned into a leer.  “Let’s go in.  Show me just how big you are, big boy.”

About two hours later, David emerged, carrying Erin discreetly.  Lucas led them to a secluded spot where, almost immediately, Erin began to grow.

Erin’s height was just more than doubling every two hours.  They arrived at about 1 p.m.  By 3 p.m., she was 19 inches tall.  At 5 p.m., she was 39 inches tall.

Erin walked up to David at about 7 p.m.  She now dwarfed her husband, towering 6-foot-11.  She looked to Lucas.  “Can we have some time alone?”

Lucas smiled.  “Of course, Majesty,” he said.  “I’m sure it’s been awhile for you, and you are both young.”  He stepped through the portal, out of sight.

Erin picked David up.  “Well, now,” she said.  “I know I’m woman enough for you, and I believe you’re man enough for me.  Shall we test my theory?”

David smiled.  “Experimenting is a wonderful thing,” he said.

There was a lot of experimenting that night.  By 9 p.m., Erin was 14 feet tall.  She had climbed to 29 feet tall by 11 p.m., and to 60 feet all by 1 a.m.  David climbed atop his growing wife; then she and David dozed off.

David woke up shortly before 7 a.m.  He surveyed the landscape that was his wife.  Her breasts were now as big as hills, jutting hundreds of feet in the air.  She was growing so fast he could see her nipples climbing higher.  Her face seemed so far away, and was getting farther with every passing moment.

It took Dadid a few minutes to wake Erin, and few more minutes for her to get her bearings.  Realizing how fast she was now growing and how big she was, she set about crawling through the portal, with David riding on the back of her neck.

Once through, Erin stood up.  David calculate that she was now about 700 feet tall.  Her busltin measured a whopping 450 feet over a 215-foot waist.  She was, as she always had been, gorgeous, just on a much bigger scale.

On looking around, Erin realized she was the largest giantess in the kingdom, even as all the others gathered before her to bow before their queen.

Lucas approached David.  “Ah, she’s a big one,” the older man said.  “She’ll make a fine queen.”

Erin looked down at her husband, who now seemed bug-sized to her.  She smiled, then looked to Lucas.  “Do we have a space for my consort and myself?” she asked.

“Yes, Majesty,” Lucas said.  “I’ll show you the way.”

“I hope I’m still man enough,” David said.

Lucas smiled back at him.  “Y’will be,” he said.  “You’re her consort.  She’ll feel you as if you were her size.  That’s the consort’s blessing.”

“I like that blessing,” said Erin.

“I don’t know,” David said.  “I think we need to use the scientific method to verify this.  What would you say to a little … experimentation, Your Majesty?”

Erin smiled down at her consort.  “You read our mind,” she said.