Beef pulled up to the 300 block of Primrose Lane.  The driveway at 333, his destination, was full, and most, but not all of the street places were taken.

Beef looked to Dolly.  “Is this the place?” he said.

“Yep,” said the short, busty blonde sitting in  the passenger seat.  “This is where my sister’s getting married.”

Beef glanced at his car’s dashboard clock.  “It’s almost time,” he said.  “Shouldn’t there be more people?”

Dolly looked up at him.  “Beef, don’t you remember what I told you about Barbi’s medical condition?  Until just a few months ago, my baby sister and I had the same affliction as our fellow triplet.  Not a lot of people even know us, so this is going to be mostly family and some close friends.”

“Who’s doing the ceremony?” Beef asked.

“Judge Roger Shaw,” Dolly answered.  “He was a business contact of the groom, and he’s become a family friend since he helped cure Summer.  There wasn’t anyone else Barbi wanted to do the wedding.”

“Is he --” Beef said.

“Yes,” said Dolly, “definitely.  He‘s the one.”

As they got out of the car, Beef paused.  “Wait,” he said.  “You say he helped cure Summer?”

“He was instrumental in it,” Dolly said.

“But you said he’s a judge,” Beef said.

“Yes, I did,” Dolly said.  She grabbed Beef’s hugely muscled arm.  “Don’t worry,” she said.  “All will be explained, but it’ll be easier to believe once you see the bride.”

Beef shrugged. The movement of his shoulders and pecs under his turtleneck thrilled Dolly.  “Whatever,” he said.

Beef didn’t actually like wearing the turtleneck, but he didn’t have a lot of dressy clothes, and Dolly picked it out.  Since she liked the way it showed off his muscles, he was OK with wearing it.  He was just glad she wasn’t making him wear a necktie.  His neck muscles were so strong the turtleneck wasn’t a problem, but a tie still felt strangling.

Dolly led Beef  to the front door.  She had him wait on the back porch until she was sure she wasn’t interrupting something, then brought him in and upstairs, past the two-dozen or so people in the living room.

Dolly had Beef wait at the upstairs landing while she checked to make sure the bride and others were decent.  Satisfied they were, she invited him in.

Dolly swung the door open.  “Beef,” she said, “meet the family.”

There was a woman who was obviously the triplets’ mom, a handsome woman who would have been beautiful in her day.  And there was Summer Hoest, a rising star on the beach volleyball, commercial endorsement and hot celebrity circuits, who Beef knew was the youngest of the triplets by a matter of minutes.

But it was the bride, Barbi, who was the most striking. True, she looked radiant in her wedding gown, as brides often do; and, also true, she had a spectacular body, as did her two sisters, and a gorgeous face.

But what made Barbi so striking was her height, or lack thereof.  The bride was only 11 and a half inches tall.

Dolly was watching to see Beef’s reaction as she gestured around.  “Beef, this is my Mom, Lisa Hoest;  my sister, Summer Hoest, and my other sister, the bride-to-be, Barbi soon-to-be Hames.  Mom, sisters, this is Ben.”

“Please to meet you,” Ben,” said Summer.

“Likewise,” said Lisa.

“Same here,” said Barbi.  “Dolly, it’s not hard to see what you see in him.”

Beef regained his composure.  “Pleased to meet all of you,” he said.  He shook hands with the two taller women, having to look up at the 8-foot-tall Summer.  Then he hesitated when he came to Barbi.

“Your index finger will do,” the tiny woman said.

Beef smiled, relieved for the help.  “Of course,’ he said. And proffered his right index finger.  Barbi shook it.

“She calls you ‘Beef,’” Summer said.  “Is that just because of the muscles?”

Beef chuckled.  “No,” he said.  “I’ve had the nickname since I was little.  My name is Benjamin Efraim, and ‘Beef’ became what I was called pretty early.”

“But the muscles aren’t bad, either,” Dolly said.

“Definitely not,” Summer said.  She glanced at Barbi.

“Hey, don’t look at me,” the bride said.  “I’ve got my man.  I mean, Beef looks great, and if he’d been jumping out of a cake for me last night I might’ve liked it, but I’m focusing on my guy today.”

“As well you should,” Beef said.  He turned to Dolly and added, “Something for you to remember, Honey.”

Dolly put her hands on her hips.  “What does that mean?” she asked, smiling slyly.

“Well, you are both impulsive and an incorrigible flirt,” Beef said.

All three of the other women laughed.  “He’s got you pegged!” Summer said.

“He’d better,” Dolly said.  See, we’ve got some news, and I wanted to tell you privately, before the wedding, so we could keep Barbi’s day Barbi’s.  Beef and I are engaged.”

Gasps of joy and happy laughter followed, after which there were words of congratulations and hugs.  Beef was thrown by both the sheer sexual power of Summer’s hug, between her musculature and the warmth of her humongous boobs, and by the sensation of picking up the bride and holding her up to his face, where she kissed his nose.

As things were settling down, Lisa asked,  “So, what do you do for a living, Ben?”

That kind of question was one Beef had been prepared for.  “My dad owns a bunch of warehouses and industrial properties,” he said.  “I manage his operations around here.  I can promise, your little g--” he glanced at Barbi, then continued “Your daughter will be well provided for.”

Barbi chuckled.  ‘Relax, Beef. I’m comfortable about my size.  Thankfully, so is my groom.”

“I’m sorry,” Beef said.  “It’s just a bit of a surprise, to say the least.  Dolly tried to explain it to me, but the whole business with your physical conditions paralleling your names sounded so … sci-fi, I didn’t believe it until now.”

“More like fantasy than science fiction,” Lisa said.

“I really was the size of a penny when I was called Penny,” Summer said.  “And your fiancee was the size of a baby doll.  Mark -- the groom -- helped figure out how to beat the spell.”

“But I didn’t want him to change me,” Barbi said.  “I like who I am, size and all.  I think Dolly was so close to normal she could taste it, like a silver medalist at the Olympics, and Penny was so tiny just living was hard.  Me, I was -- and am -- a good size, at least for me.  Thankfully, Mark agrees.”

“Speaking of Mark, he’s waiting on us,” Lisa said.  “We need to get downstairs.”

Dolly picked up the bride and hugged her.  “I’m so happy for you!” each said to the other at the same time.

As they went into the hallway, Beef said, “So that really is why you keep that delivery man’s dolly in your closet?”

Dolly nodded.  “I’m the same height as it.  It’s the cure Mark gave me for my smallness.”

“Well, I’d love you whatever size you are,” Beef said.

“Same here,” Dolly said, squeezing his arm.

At the foot of the stairs stood Judge Shaw and Mark.  The groom looked nervous.  “Are they coming?” he asked.

Dolly patted his arm.  “On their way,’ she said.  “Relax, Mark.  Breathe.”

“Right,” Mark said, not relaxing at all.

Beef took a seat as Dolly walked back upstairs.  Soon a digital recording of a love song  began to play.  Dolly came down first and took her place beside Mark’s brother Alan.  Then Summer came down, eventually standing beside the best man, Mark’s friend Lee.

Then, to “Here Comes the Bride,” Lisa came down, carrying a pillow of the sort usually used by ring-bearers.  Atop it stood Barbi in her wedding dress.  When Lisa reached the rest of the wedding party, she stood, holding the pillow.

The judge made some opening remarks, then asked, “Who gives this woman to be married to this man?”

“I do,” said Lisa, handing the pillow and the bride to Mark as she did so.

Shaw looked out at the gathering, smiling.  “In all the wedding’s I’ve done, this is the first time the response to that question has been so literal,’ he said.  Everyone laughed.

From there, the ceremony proceeded with no problems.  The bride’s ring actually functioned as a bracelet for her, due to her tiny size.  At the kiss, Mark leaned down to her and she grabbed his face, kissing his lips as hard as she could while those present cheered.

The group gathered in the backyard for an informal reception meal.

“It’s a good thing you got me today,” Judge Shaw said.  ‘My wife and I are leaving in a week on a two-week vacation to the Bahamas.”

“I appreciate it, Roger,” Mark said.

Shaw put a hand on Mark’s shoulder.  “This was definitely my pleasure.”

After a short while, it was time for Mark and Barbi Hames to leave for their honeymoon.  During the ride, Barbi told Mark about Dolly’s news.

Mark’s brow furrowed momentarily as he drove.  “What did you say Beef’s last name is?” Mark asked.

Dolly’s eyes shifted as she tried to remember.  “You know, I don’t think they said,” she replied.  “And this meeting was the first time I’ve heard anything about this ‘Beef.’”

Mark set his jaw.  “Well the odds are Dolly will be fine,” he said.  “I mean, the name’s probably safe, and it’s not like she’s going to marry the guy before we get back, right?”

A cold chill ran down Barbi’s back as she remembered what Beef himself had pointed out about her older sister’s nature.  Folding her arms just under her breasts nervously, she said,  “No, she wouldn’t do that.”  She thought, but didn’t say out loud, the additional phrase, I think.

The waters were churning around the little boat. Its female captain, quite naked, bit her lip slightly. They seemed so violent as they roiled around her. Was this worth it?

Then she looked out at the island and saw it seeming to rise from the water. No, it wasn’t seeming to rise; it was rising. She smiled, seeing it was definitely worth it.

Mark Hames smiled down at his new wife. Barbi looked so cute, naked except for her captain’s hat, standing beside the rowboat made for a 12-inch action figure. “The settings aren’t too high for you, are they, Barbi?” he asked.

“That’s Captain Barbi to you, O Island God!” Barbi said. “I think they’re OK. If it turns out they’re too intense, we always can turn the spa tub down a notch. Now, I need to set sail for that island before it’s too overgrown.”

Mark leaned his head back and smiled. “You have the Island God’s blessing,” he said.

Barbi grinned, climbed in the boat and pushed away from the side of the tub. The doll-sized woman set sail for Dick Island, jutting lazily in the center of the spa tub in the cottage the twosome rented for their honeymoon.

Mark grinned as he looked at his tiny wife. He could see she was struggling a bit with the journey. He kicked gently with his right foot to give her a helpful wave motion.

Barbi looked back, then up at him and grinned. “Thank you, Island God,” she said.

“Show your thanks in tribute at Dick Island,” he said.

As Barbi approached, Mark’s erection grew stronger with anticipation. When she got to Dick Island, she pulled out the yarn she’d placed in the boat. She had some trouble tossing it over the top of the island’s highest point, especially when it abruptly got higher just as she threw, but she was able to snag it on the fourth try. She pulled hard on the “mooring rope,” drawing her tiny craft up next to her husband’s vast member before she tied the yarn onto two small hooks on the side of the boat for stability.

Barbi exited her boat and stared at Dick Island. It was not as big as she was, but it was as big as she could remember it being. This was the first time she’d seen it this large that she couldn’t hear the blood flowing into it; the sound of the spa tub drowned out the noise of her husband’s passion.

“I think this calls for an exploratory swim,” Barbi said.

Mark nodded. He reached over to the controls and turned the spa tub down to its lowest setting.

Placing her hat in the boat, Barbi swam around Mark’s manhood. Then she stood up.

Mark gasped. His wife, now soaking wet, was a vision, the moisture glistening on her miniature, but spectacular, curves.

Barbi smiled as Dick Island grew even higher. She was seeing the evidence once again that, small as she was, she was more than enough woman for her husband.

Barbi slipped first her left arm, then her right, around the outcropping that formed Dick Island. Mark moaned as she pressed her breasts to the jutting growth. Then, setting her grip as best she could, she wrapped her legs around it, too, and began to squeeze with all her might.

“Oh, Island God,” Barbi said, not reverently, but with a playful lilt in her voice. “I’m paying you tribute. Please give me an eruption to show you accept it.”

Mark smiled. Dick Island got wider, but not higher. “It won’t be long now,” he said.

Barbi shifted her position to get her feet closer to the base of Mark’s cock, over the “trigger spot.” Keeping her arms around Dick Island, she stood up, putting all her weight on Mark’s “sweet spot.” The result was the eruption she sought. It sprayed her in the face, leaving her spitting out “lava.”

Mark laughed. Once she could, so did Barbi.

“That was amazing!” Mark said.

“Thank you,” said Barbi. “You weren’t so bad yourself; but, then, I usually get to my own peak experience from your manhood.”

“Was the game worth it for you?” Mark asked.

Barbi smiled naughtily. “Save the boat,” she said.

It was after the bath. Mark had toweled down; Barbi dried herself on a washcloth. Mark bent down and allowed his bride to climb onto his hand. Neither planned to bother with dressing; this was their honeymoon, after all.

As Mark carried Barbi to the bedroom, he heard his cell phone ringing. They looked at each other.

“That’s Mom’s ring tone,” Barbi said. “But why would she be calling now? She knows we’re on our honeymoon.”

“Knowing Li- Knowing Mom, it has to be important,” Mark said. “I’d better pick up.”

Mark answered the phone. “Hey, Mom. What’s up?”

Barbi was alarmed when she saw Mark’s brow furrow.

“What happened?” he said. He put his hand on his forehead, closed his eyes and sighed. “Hold on,” he said.  “Barbi’s here. Let me put this on speaker.” He pressed the button to make the change as he sat the phone on the bed. “OK, Mom, she can hear you now. Repeat what you just told me.”

“It’s Dolly,” Lisa Hoest said.  “She’s shrinking. It’s kind of happening in spurts, and we don’t know when it’s going to stop. Mark, we need your help.”

“Shrinking?” repeated Barbi. “That doesn’t make sense. The name-to-condition magic link ought to be unchanged … unless …”

“You’re thinking what I’m thinking,” Mark said to his wife. “Lisa, did Dolly marry Beef?”

There was a fraction of a second’s hesitation before Lisa said, “Yes. They eloped two days ago, the day after your wedding. From what Dolly and Beef told me, she woke up the morning after the wedding night a few inches shorter than she was the day before. That evening, they went out to eat, and there was a 5-year-old in the restaurant. Dolly shrank to a few inches shorter than the child. They went and got her dolly -- the shipping dolly you gave her -- and kept that with them that night, but she’s even smaller this morning. That’s when they turned up here and told me about it.”

Mark rubbed his hand down his face, then scratched his forehead. “Mom, neither Barbi nor I caught Beef’s last name at the wedding -- our wedding, that is.  What is it?”

They heard Lisa take a deep breath before she answered, “Shorter. Beef’s real name is Ben Shorter.”

Barbi rolled her eyes back and tilted her head. “Oh, Dolly!” she said.

“And she didn’t think through that, maybe, with the spell on her, she might want to keep her maiden name, did she?” Mark asked.

“No,” Lisa said. “No, she didn’t.”

“That’s my sister,” Barbi said.

“Mark, I know you’re on your honeymoon, and I hate to call, but we don’t know how long this is going to continue, and the old cure isn’t working. Can you help?”

Mark looked at Barbi. “Hang on a moment, Mom,” he said, then muted the phone. He looked at Barbi. “Honey, I’m not sure what I can do there that I can’t do from here, but I think this will be a thorny one. It sounds to me like more than one thing is going on here because of this one change. It may take all the concentration I’ve got.”

“She’s my sister, and this is a crisis,” Barbi said, crossing her arms over her chest. “We need to be there. I need to be with her.”

A cloud flitted across Mark’s face before he said, “Of course. But let’s see how one option goes first.” He took the phone off mute. “Mom, try reaching Judge Shaw. If he can legally change Dolly’s name back, she should revert to her old size until we can figure this thing out.”

“I already tried,” Lisa said. “Apparently, he left already on that trip he was talking about at the wedding. And none of the other judges will expedite a name change. It‘ll take more than a month to change her name with them.”

Mark turned his head, clearly disappointed. “Of course,” he said, not able to fully hide the irritation in his voice.

Barbi trotted over and place a hand on Mark’s thigh.

“I’m so sorry, Mark, Barbi,” Lisa said.

“You have nothing to apologize for, Mom,” Mark said. “Besides, we’re family now -- really, officially family. We’ll get on our way, and I’ll try to puzzle this one out on the way.”

“Thank you, Mark,” said Lisa. “I love you both.”

“Love you, Mom,” said Barbi.

“What she said,” Mark said, smiling. “See you soon.”

The couple quickly dressed and packed. Mark got the car loaded, including putting Barbi inside. She was traveling out as she had ridden to the cottage, in a small pet carrier with a hand towel on the bottom. Neither she nor Mark was pleased with that part of the arrangement, but it was the safest way for her to travel by car, once it was strapped in with a safety belt.

Mark checked out of the bed and breakfast where the cottage was located and the Hameses got on their way.

The drive was mostly quiet. At one point, Barbi looked up at Mark and smiled. “Can we get one of those tubs?” she asked.

Mark smiled. “I think we can manage that,” he said.

After a while, Barbi said quietly, “I hope Dolly’s OK.”

“Me, too,” Mark said with a grim expression.

They were nearly to Primrose Lane when Mark’s eyes widened. “Oh, crap!” he said. “Barbi, you can’t go in when we get there.”

“What?” Barbi asked. “Why not?”

“Because we don’t want your big sister to become your little sister,” he said.

“I don’t understand,” said Barbi.

“Remember what your mom said happened in the restaurant?” Mark said. “Dolly shrank when she was around a 5-year-old child -- probably the shortest person in the room. She’s getting shorter every day, and she’s becoming shorter than whoever she’s around. She’s already child size, and shrinking. If you go in --”

“Oh, God,” said Barbi quietly, staring off. “She’ll get shorter than me, and then keep getting shorter every day from there.” Barbi looked up at Mark.  “I can’t even see my sister when she needs me!”

Mark glanced down at Barbi. “Don’t worry,” he said. “You’ll see her soon enough, and we’ll figure something out.”

“But what can we do?” Barbi aked. “With Judge Shaw away, how are we going to stop this?”

Mark frowned. “I don’t know,” he said.

Mark entered the familiar house at 333 Primrose Lane without knocking. He had been treated as family ever since he had found the cure for Dolly’s initial problem, and now officially was family by marriage.

On going inside, Mark looked off to his right, where the living room area was located. There he saw Lisa and Summer, each standing over Beef, who was sitting on a wingback chair. On his lap sat Dolly, much smaller now than she had been the last time Mark saw her, at his wedding. Then, she had been short, but a human of normal height; now she was, in metric terms, a few centimeters under a meter tall, he estimated.

“Hey, Dolly,” Mark said.

“Mark!” Dolly said, looking at him expectantly. But she didn’t see what she was looking for, apparently, as she started looking around in under three seconds. “Where’s Barbi?”

“She’s in the car,” Mark said.

Dolly bolted off Beef’s lap. “I need to see her!” she said, starting to run out the door.

“No!” Mark shouted. “She can’t go to Barbi!”

Beef looked confused, but Lisa and Summer, who Mark knew each trusted him implicitly, both immediately moved to stop Dolly. Lisa blocked her oldest daughter’s path, while Summer reached down and grabbed her smaller sibling.

“What are you doing?” Dolly shouted.

“Mark said you can’t go out,” Summer said, picking Dolly up. “You’re staying here.”

Dolly glared up at Summer. “At times like this, I wish you were still three-quarters of an inch tall,” she said.

A cell phone rang. Dolly looked back at Beef. “That’s mine,” she said. “That’s Barbi’s ring tone.”

“I set up her phone by her in the car,” Mark said. “It’s safe for her to talk to you by phone, just not in person.”

Beef got Dolly’s cell phone out of his pants pocket and handed it to her.

Dolly answered. “Hey, Sis.,” she said. After a moment, she said, “OK, I’ll put it on speaker.”

“Mark, have you had a chance to explain things yet?” Barbi asked.

“Nope,” Mark said. “Dolly tried to dash out to you right before you called.”

Dolly was crying.  “I want to hug you, and talk to you, Barbi.”

Mark noticed Summer looking awkwardly around. That made sense to him. As Penny, Summer had been so tiny that she could only directly communicate with Barbi without help. She had been so tiny that she wasn’t able to take part in some of the sisterly things that Dolly had shared only with Barbi. Mark’s wife was the one to whom both other sisters felt closest. That meant that, in this situation, Summer was the odd sister out in Dolly’s time of need.

“Talking we can do; hugging is out,” Barbi said. “That is, unless you want to get smaller than me in a hurry.”

Dolly looked as though she was about to cry. Beef immediately got up, picked her up and held her close, her feet dangling in the air.

“I’m sorry,” Dolly said, still sounding on the verge of tears.  “I’m sorry.”

“Not for marrying me, I hope,” Beef said.

Dolly half-laughed, half-sobbed. “Not for that, no,” she said. “But I should have seen this coming and just kept my maiden name. I mean, I took the name ‘Shorter’ with the name-likeness spell on me. What was I thinking?”

“Thinking?” said Barbi. “Since when do you think before you act?”

“You were thinking of Beef,” Summer said quietly.

Dolly, who was beginning to recompose herself, nodded. “You’re both right,” she said.

“Look, the thing is that the spell’s creating two effects,” Mark said. “It’s making you get shorter every day than you were the day before, and it’s making you shorter than the smallest person around you.”

“So, if I hugged Barbi, she’d be bigger than me right away, and then I’d still get smaller than that every day?” Dolly said.

Mark nodded. “Exactly,” he said.

“So, what do we do to fix this?” Dolly asked.

“Unfortunately, we have to get your name legally changed,” Mark said. “But we can’t get a judge here other than Judge Shaw, and taking you out in public isn’t a good choice right now. Besides, it will take more than a month to get the change made using traditional court methods -- and that’s if they move fast for the court system. This isn’t something that can be done by phone, either. All we can do is wait this out.”

“How little will I get?” Dolly asked.

“It’s hard to say,” Mark said. “But you need to stay in as much as possible. Don’t let any kind of toy doll near you, especially overnight.”

Dolly nodded. “I’m sorry, everybody.”

Murmurs of, “It’s OK,” and, “It’s all right,” went around the room. Beef hugged her tightly.

Mark looked up at the strapping young man.  “Beef, can I have a word with you in private?”

Beef nodded. He let Dolly slide down his frame to gently reach the ground. The two men stepped outside onto the front stoop.

Mark’s brow furrowed. “Beef, how much do you love Dolly?”

Beef shrugged. “She’s my wife,” he said. “I love her a lot.”

“Beef, you’ve seen Barbi,” Mark said. “There are certain … challenges about being married to a tiny woman. And, as small as Dolly already is, she’s going to get smaller every day until we can get the judge here. I know you’re newlyweds, but sex is going to present some … unique challenges.”

After a moment of apparent thought, Beef said, “I guess I can see that.”

“And Dolly’s going to have needs right now, too,” Mark said. “Try to watch out for her, and keep an eye out so she doesn’t just go off and do something.  Dolly can be …”

Beef grinned. “Headstrong,” he said, “and stubborn as a mule when she’s got an idea.”

Mark chuckled and nodded. “She’s bound to be insecure,” he said. “She’s new to this situation, and it’s scary. Let her know you love her, and make sure she knows it. It’ll be good for both of you.”

Beef stared at the ground for a moment. “Mark, how do you handle … sex?  I mean, Barbi’s so small.  How does it … work?”

“Mostly, we just experiment, and try to have some fun with it,” Mark said, blushing. “She focuses on my cock, which is fine with me, and I’m able to get her high with just the use of my fingers and tongue, along with my penis. Manhood that feels gigantic to a woman can be quite sexy, even without a traditional sex act.”

“But you can’t … fit in her,” Beef said.

Mark chuckled again. “Not even close,” he said. “But she finds ways to squeeze me, and she’s been known to line up her private parts with where the, ah, stream will come out of mine. We find ways to satisfy each other. Just keep it light and fun, and make sure she knows you love her as a husband loves his wife.”

Beef nodded. “That part’ll be easy,” he said. He put an arm behind his head. “Ah … Dolly said you and her sisters did some … threesomes?”

Mark nodded, surprised at Dolly’s candor.  “Yeah,” he said, blushing harder.

“How did that work? I mean, Summer was so tiny then, under an inch tall.”

“Again, we experimented,” Mark said. “Penny, as she was called then, played with the slit in my penis tip a lot. Why are you asking?”

“Curiosity,” Beef said. “That, and I want to know what to do if Dolly gets that small.”

Mark put a hand on Beef’s massive shoulder. “Love her; don’t just make love to her. Make sure it’s an expression of your real feelings. If you do that, you’ll both be fine.”

Beef nodded. “Thanks, man,” he said. “Can we go in? I wanna see how Dolly’s doing.”

Mark smiled. “Let’s go,” he said. He turned toward the car and gave Barbi a thumbs up sign. Then he realized she wasn’t looking; she was probably still on the phone with Dolly.

The men re-entered the house. Mark heard Barbi say, “Well, since I can’t hug you right now, have Summer do it. She’s really good at that, y’know, and she probably wants to hug you, too.”

Dolly looked up at Summer, who was smiling down at her. The tallest of the women opened her arms to Dolly, who walked over and was scooped up into a bear hug.

After a short time, Mark excused himself. “I can’t leave Barbi out in the car all day. We’re gonna head to our apartment. I’ll see the rest of you tomorrow.”

As he was leaving, Lisa took Mark aside. “Are you sure Dolly will be all right?” she asked.

Mark smiled. “As sure as I can be,” he said. “From the look on Beef’s face and the questions he asked me, I think he really cares about Dolly and wants to look out for her. I think they’ll get through the crisis OK, and it may help them get closer. I just hope the judge gets back soon. I’ve texted him, but he hasn’t replied.”

“Thanks, Mark,” Lisa said, kissing his cheek. “I’m glad you’re in the family.”

Mark hugged her. “So am I, Mom,” he said.

Later, Beef took Dolly back to his apartment, with a stop at a lingerie store on the way. He had Dolly come in with him to help pick out something to wear that would work. She was shrinking proportionately, not just getting shorter.

“How tall are you?” the clerk in the stgore asked.

“Three-foot-one today,” Dolly said.

The clerk chuckled. “Well, we have a few things that might work, although you may be wearing only one part of a two-piece set. Those breasts of yours will help a bit; you’re stacked for your height.”

“Yeah,” said Beef, leering.

Dolly grinned over her shoulder at Beef, then went to try some things on.

After they had picked out a pink negligee, they set out for the apartment.

Dolly put her hand on Beef’s knee. “Does this mean what I hope it means?” she asked.

“I know what I hope it means,” Beef said.

Dolly smiled and raised her eyebrows. “Well, it’s just that, after last night, I wasn’t sure … if you still wanted me.”

Beef pulled the car to the side of the road. He looked Dolly in the eye. “Last night I was afraid that you had shrunk so much I’d hurt you if I tried to make love to you,” he said. “Now I’m not so afraid.”

Dolly took a quick breath. “Why not?”

Beef shrugged. “I asked Mark how it is for him, and he told me. Now I know it may not be … traditional sex, but we can still use it to make love to each other.”

Dolly stared at the glove compartment for a moment. “That can’t have been easy for Mark,” she said. “It’s not exactly the kind of thing guys talk about.”

“Except when they’re bragging about something,” Beef said.

Dolly laughed.

“Dad taught me to always ask what I needed to from someone who knows, and to always trust family with any problem,” Beef said. “Mark and I are family now, and he treated me like I am.” He put the car back in gear and headed back for the apartment.

Dolly looked out the car window, smiling, thinking of how lucky both she and her sister had been in their choices of men.

Soon they arrived at the apartment. Beef opened the door and scooped Dolly up with one arm to carry her over the threshold. Soon they were in the bedroom.

Beef lay on the bed as Dolly came out in her new negligee. His eyes widened as he saw her. “Wow,” he said.

Dolly raised a shoulder flirtatiously. “You like?”

Beef nodded. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he said.

Dolly slinked over to the bed. She hesitated as she realized she would have to climb in.

Seeing her dilemma, Beef lowered his arm and lifted her up.

Dolly snuggled in to Beef’s chest. She began to rub it, then started working her way down, kissing as she moved. Beef’s member was already starting to swell when she got there.

“How do you think we should do this?” Beef asked.

Dolly smiled. “I think I’m still big enough to do this the old-fashioned way.”

“Let’s find out,” Beef said.

Dolly pressed her hand against Beef’s penis.

The cock already was wider than her hand, and started growing further.

“Woof!” said Dolly, her eyes widening. “I hope I’m still big enough.”

“Just find a way to love me, and I’ll find a way to love you,” Beef said. “You’ll always be big enough for that.”

Dolly climbed up, straddling Beef’s penis.  “We’ll see if this works,” she said, slightly afraid.

Beef leered. “Open wide.”

The joke helped lighten Dolly’s mood. “OK, big boy,” she said.

After, Dolly was snuggled up to Beef’s chest again. He stroked her hair. “You OK?” he asked.

Dolly giggled. “I’m great,” she said.

“Yes, you are,” Beef said.

“That was a really snug fit,” she said.

“I could tell,” he said. “I’m looking forward to seeing what we can do tomorrow morning, after a night’s rest.”

Placing her chin on his chest, Dolly looked up at her husband. “Beef, you know I’ll be smaller in the morning.”

“I know,” he said. “Whatever happens, it’ll be fun.”

Dolly shut her eyes tightly and smiled a wide smile. “Yes, it will,” she said happily.

At first the experience of shrinking wasn’t too difficult for Dolly. She didn’t like getting smaller after she’d waited so many years to get tall, but for the first week she was still taller than she’d been when she first met Mark.

The best part of the shrinking was Beef. Dolly had initially been attracted to him because of his height and strength. Now, from her perspective, he was getting taller and stronger with every passing day.

The second day was particularly tough for Dolly. That was the day she realized her vagina was becoming too small to be able to handle Beef’s “beefiness.” That he was so loving and understanding helped, but she spent much of that day in mourning for what she perceived as a loss.

It was the next day when Beef came home with simple pieces of sheer colored fabric. Dolly, now down to 2-foot-6, looked up at him from the bed where she sat, confused. “What are these for?” she asked.

Beef smiled. “I’ve always thought that the legend of the Dance of the Seven Veils was very sexy, he said.  “These are your veils, at least for now. Dance for me, gorgeous.”

Dolly looked at the fabric, then up at her groom. “But, Beef … I mean, if I get you all hot and bothered, I’m … too small to put out the fire.”

Beef grinned.  “You just take care of lighting the fire. I don’t want you to fight it. Let it burn.”

Dolly bit her lip for a moment. “You still want me?”

“I don’t want anyone else,” Beef said. “There are lots of ways to please each other. This will please me.  And I hope it lets you feel as sexy as you are.”

Dolly grinned as she started flipping through the pieces of fabric.  “Let me work out a little choreography for you,” she said.  “I want my dance to please … who are you? The Sultan?”

“Who do you want me to be?” Beef asked.

Dolly looked serious. “Mine,” she said. “None of the rest of it matters. Be mine.”

Beef smiled as he sat down beside her. “Already done,” he said.

Dolly ran over and hugged him. She was small enough now that, standing on the bed as he sat on it, he was still taller than her.

Dolly grabbed the veils and climbed onto the footstool Beef had set up for her at the foot of the bed.  “I’ll be right back, big guy,” she said.  “Get ready to burn.”  She exited the room into the hallway.

A few minutes later, Beef heard some Middle-Eastern music. Dolly had access to her iPod, and had cued up some music for her dance.

Then he saw a small hand slip into the room, slowly waving a single piece of red fabric.  Sensuously, Dolly, wrapped in the other six veils, flowed into the room.  Her hips swaying, her proportionately large breasts bouncing enticingly, she slinked and leapt across the floor. At times she was catlike in her moves. At others she seemed to crash like a wave on the shore, only to pull out and come ashore again.

Dolly, as she slipped around the floor toward the footstool, lost the first veil, then a second, orange one.  She grinned as she realized that, even as close to the bed as she was, she could see Beef’s manhood rising.  He wasn’t kidding. He not only still loved her, he still found her sexy.

Dropping  a pink veil, Dolly began to crawl across the floor like a cat.  Then she spun onto her back and formed an arch, with her breasts jutting above it.

Dolly heard a small sound from Beef. She looked over and realized that it was a reaction to her dancing.

Still flowing toward the footstool, Dolly asked, “How’s the fire?”

Beef winced as he grinned.  “It’s a forest fire, and it’s spreading fast,” he said.

Dolly dropped a yellow veil at the footstool as she climbed up, and another yellow veil as she got to the top.

Beef’s mouth began to open and close noiselessly. Wrapped only in a red veil, Dolly took the final orange veil and wrapped it around Beef’s member.  She danced around it merrily for a moment, then used one hand to hold the orange veil while she slipped the red one off.

Still holding the orange veil in place, Dolly wrapped her legs around Beef’s “beef” and pressed her naked torso against it.  She began to lick the tip.  Beef let out a moan.  Dolly grinned as he came, even though her proximity to the gusher left her a bit of a mess.  Then the bouncing of his organ hit her full force, and she experienced her own peak moment.

Dolly flipped over and stretched out with her breasts atop Beef’s belly.  She felt his enormous hand caressing her back and backside.

“You … were wonderful!” Beef said.

“You were pretty amazing yourself,” Dolly said.  “Dang, Beef!  We can still have a sex life!”

Beef used a single arm to gently move Dolly’s face up to his.  “Yeah,” he said.  “We sure can.”

The couple continued to explore the dynamics of their changing physical relationship over the course of the next week.  Dolly was a bit upset when she slipped below 2 feet tall, but Beef was her rock in this situation, along with frequent visits from her mother and Summer and phone calls from Barbi.

It was Day 10 when Dolly asked Beef to have Mark and Barbi over for a visit. Beef was uncertain at first, but ultimately had to agree with Dolly’s reasoning. He made the call.

Mark came in, carrying Barbi on his left hand.  They were astounded to see that Dolly was still 16 inches tall.

“Barbi!” Dolly called.

“Dolly, no!” Barbi yelled. “You’ll get even smaller!”

“I don’t care,” Dolly said.  “I need to hug you, and Beef and I talked it over.  It’ll be OK. Come here.”

Mark reluctantly put Barbi down. The two miniature sisters ran together and hugged.  As they did, Dolly dwindled to 10 inches tall.

Mark looked at Beef. “We thought she was shorter than 11 ½ inches, or we wouldn’t have come,” he said.

“It’s OK,” Beef said. “We figured it out. Judge Shaw will be back before Dolly gets too much smaller, and she needed to be with Barbi.”

Dolly smiled up at Barbi. “I’m not used to looking up at you,” she said.  Then she tugged Barbi’s arm.  “Let’s go talk some girl talk.”

Once they left, Beef gave Mark’s arm a tapping “punch.”  “Thanks, man,” he said.

“For what?” Mark asked.

“The talk about … y’know,” Beef said.

“Oh, that!” said Mark.  “You’re welcome. Are things … going well?”

Beef grinned, giving his head a lolling nod.  “Yeah,” he said.

Mark chuckled.  “Good,” he said.  “Glad I could be of help.  Have you decided how to fix the name thing?”

Beef shrugged. “We haven’t really talked about it yet.”

Mark smiled. He had the feeling Beef wasn’t much of a talker, and was probably more into action when Dolly was around.

“I guess we’d better do that soon,” Beef said.  “I mean, it’s only a few days until Judge Shaw gets back, and we’ll want to get him together with her right away.”

Mark nodded. He was still troubled. He still hadn’t been able to reach the judge via cell phone. Whether that was important, he didn’t know.

“Well, let’s hope there aren’t any more complications,” Mark said.

Meanwhile, Dolly looked up at Barbi earnestly. “Thank Mark for me, OK?”

“For what?” Barbi asked.

“For that talk he had with Beef, about how to make love to a tiny woman,” she said.

Barbi put a hand over her mouth.  “Mark did that?” she asked.

Dolly nodded.  “Beef and I’ve been really happy, and I think we’re both still getting what we need. I know I am, and the signs are kind of … obvious with him.”

Barbi giggled.  “With Mark, too,” she said. Then they both giggled.

Dolly patted Barbi’s leg.  “Everybody’s so worried about me,” she said.  “How are you doing?”

Barbi sighed.  “I’m OK,” she said.  “Mark, I’m not so sure about.”

“What do you mean?” Dolly asked. “Is he better at advice than action?”

Barbi shook her head. “No the problem isn’t in the bedroom,” she said. “The problem is at work.  Mark’s wearing the wedding ring, and his co-workers at the newspaper know he got married, but they all want to see me, to meet me, or to at least see me in a picture with him.  But Mark is trying to keep our condition secret, so he hasn’t been willing to show me to people. I think that’s getting to him a bit.”

Dolly shook her head.  “So the master at figuring things out needs help figuring this one out,” she said.

“Yep,” Barbi said.

It was the morning of Day 13. Dolly, now only four inches tall, started the hike from her pillow down to Beef’s cock, which now outweighed her when it was at rest. She walked as jauntily as she could over the mounds of soft fabric and padding. To her astonishment, she was finding things to enjoy in her current condition, and one of the biggest was that, no matter how small she was becoming, her husband loved her both warmly and hotly.

Dolly’s weight was so slight now that the bed didn’t move under her steps.  She crawled under the sheet that covered Beef, who was still sleeping. She started climbing up the inside of the sheet, then dropped onto his pelvic area. Beef stirred slightly; he’d felt her landing there.

Then Dolly heard a familiar sound, one she was beginning to love hearing: the rush of fluids into Beef’s cock. She watched what, to her, had been her height and twice her width at rest begin to climb into a tree. She pressed against it, making sure to put the her breasts solidly in contact; she knew he liked their warmth against his dick, and would react to it. Dolly gasped as she realized Beef’s penis now seemed the size of a two-story building to her.

Dolly climbed up on the cock, stretching atop it, and began to bounce.  She heard a low rumble in the distance.  Beef was definitely awake now, and moaning with pleasure.

Dolly heard the flapping of the sheets as Beef’s enormous hand came down to her. A finger nearly as long as her whole body began to stroke her back with magnificent gentleness, especially given the throes of passion Beef now was in. She knew he was fascinated with the slope of her back into her curvy little derriere, and he felt that spot again and again. The sheer power of the engorged muscle in front of Dolly and the massive finger behind her was triggering her own reactions.

Dolly heard another rush of fluids, and knew this one wasn’t blood to erectile tissue. She started bouncing even harder, then felt Beef’s cock jolt even more upright, and the muscles flexing and squeezing within it. It delighted her to know she could still bring Beef such pleasure.

After a long moment, she felt Beef’s fingers come down below her. Carefully he lifted her from beneath the sheet and up to his mouth. “Wonderful,” he whispered.

To Dolly’s astonishment, Beef then flipped her into the air. To her it felt like a foot; it was really only a fraction of an inch. Then he grabbed her and brought her down to his mouth. She realized his tongue was out.

Suddenly Dolly’s legs were being separated by Beef’s tongue, and held together on either side by his lips. He was licking her womanhood, gently but firmly working his tongue around -- and, sometimes, into -- her vagina.  Dolly felt a wave of sexual energy crash through her body, and then another, larger wave. A third wave, now a surfer’s curl, slammed through her. Within a minute, her whole body was lost in a tsunami of pleasure. She began to emit small moans, too faint for Beef to hear, and found she had lost all muscle control in her arms and legs.

Realizing he had brought his wife to a level of pleasure similar to what she had given him, Beef slowly pulled her out of his mouth.  He smiled at Dolly as he cradled her in the palm of his hand. She weakly rolled over. On looking at him she began to laugh with delight.

Beef chuckled.  “Your laugh sounds like fairy bells,” he said.

Dolly still could barely move. She simply laughed again. After a moment, she managed to mouth the words, “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Cutie,” Beef said.

After some lingering cuddle time on Beef’s left pec -- Dolly had found that she loved laying there atop his beating heart, an action Beef said was cute -- Beef set up a tablet computer in front of Dolly on the bed and made his way in to the shower. Dolly used the tablet to call up some TV news.

When Beef got out of the shower, he heard a faint squeaking sound from the bedroom.  Still drying off, he left the bathroom and headed for the bed.

There he saw Dolly sobbing; that was the squeaking he’d heard.

Beef sat on the bed, being careful not to sit down too hard and send Dolly flying. He slipped his hand beside her tiny frame.  “What’s wrong, Honey?”

Dolly pointed to the tablet.  It was showing a hurricane slamming into a beachfront.

Beef looked at the information on the screen. His brow furrowed. “Wait,” he said.  “Isn’t that where --”

“Where Judge Shaw and his wife are vacationing,” Dolly said. “They said the airport was destroyed. They don’t know when people will be able to get out if they’re still there, and they said some people in a resort area have been killed.”

“Oh, wow,” Beef said quietly.

“Beef, I’m worried for Judge Shaw and his wife,” Dolly said. “He’s been so good to us. I’m scared for him -- and, obviously, I’m scared for us, too.”

Beef scooped Dolly up and gingerly pressed her to his cheek. “It’ll all be all right, Honey,” he said.

Dolly nodded as she hugged Beef’s cheek, even with the stubble of his overnight beard growth poking her. She wanted to believe it all would be all right, but, at this moment, she couldn’t be sure.

Ephraim Shorter knocked on the door of the apartment his son and new daughter-in-law were renting. He was anxious to see how they were doing with his own eyes. Beef and Dolly had left their honeymoon early due to the bizarre condition Beef had described to him, but he had waited until the day before Beef was due back to work to see them. They were, after all, newlyweds, still taking honeymoon time, even if they weren’t on a honeymoon themselves. They needed that together-time to start their married lives.

Beef opened the door, smiling. The visit was expected, after all, Ephraim knew. “Hi, Dad,” he said. “C’mon in.”

Ephraim walked in, looking around. “Nice place,” he said.  “Open concept, huh?”

Beef nodded.  “Dolly loves the feel, and wanted the more ornate old furniture for when her sister Barbi visits. It’ll let Barbi climb up where she needs to more easily when she needs to.  Right now, Dolly’s using it herself, although that’ll probably only work for another day or two.”

“Where is Dolly?” Ephraim asked.

“Over here, Ephraim!” Dolly shouted. She was standing on the dining room table, all 3 inches of her, wearing a slacks and T-shirt combo, waving as if trying to flag someone down from the distance.

Ephraim froze for a moment. “Oh, my God,” he said.  “It’s true.”

Dolly shrugged. “’Fraid so,” she said.

Ephraim ran over to the table and knelt beside it to be eye level with Dolly.  “Are you OK?” he asked.

Dolly nodded. “I’m just tiny, but otherwise fine.”  She gestured to the chairs. “Have a seat, Ephraim.  You want some coffee?”

Soon Beef and Ephraim were seated at the table with steaming cups of java while Dolly sat on a matchbox. Her dollhouse teacup filled with coffee was beside her on the matchbox.

“So, you’ll need to change your legal name to fix this?” Ephraim asked Dolly.

The tiny woman nodded. “The magic that allowed my parents to conceive me and my sisters links our physical condition to our names. I want to have Beef’s name, but I’ll keep shrinking if I stay a Shorter, so I’m changing back to Hoest.”

Ephraim knew how Dolly’s maiden name was spelled and knew it was pronounced “Hest,” being Germanic in origin, so he wasn’t surprised to hear her say it.

“But we want to have the same name, so I’m going to change mine, too,” Beef said. “I’ll be Benjamin Efraim Shorter-Hoest. That way I keep the family name, and still have the same name as Dolly.”

Ephraim nodded. “It’s a good solution,” he said. “So, when will you do this?”

Dolly and Beef looked at each other for a moment.  “Well, that’s part of the problem,” Beef said. “The only judge willing to expedite the process is stranded by that hurricane. My brother-in-law, Mark, finally got a hold of him this morning. Judge Shaw and his wife are OK, but they’re stranded, and the airport where they are got taken out. We’ve got to figure out how to get them out, and it’ll take time.”

“Mark,” Ephraim repeated. “That’s the one who helped get Dolly to a normal size, and married Barbi, right?”

Beef nodded. “He’s the only brother-in-law I’ve got,” he said. “Summer’s single.”

“Wait,” Ephraim said, looking at Dolly. “Your sister is Summer Hoest? The one they’re calling the next Olympic beach volleyball star, and an up-and-coming supermodel?”

“That’s her,” Dolly said.  “Mark figured out how to construct a name to help her, too. She used to be Penny, and only stood three-quarters of an inch tall.”

Ephraim shook his head.

Dolly smiled up at her father-in-law.  “You OK, Ephraim?”

Ephraim chuckled. “You’re asking me that? Yes, I’m all right. It’s just a lot to absorb.”

Dolly nodded.  “Yeah, for me, too.  We’re just hoping we can get the judge here before I get so small I can’t sign the papers.”

Ephraim thought for a moment. “Maybe I can help,” he said. “With owning warehouses, I know top people in transportation companies. I can see if anyone can help figure out how to get Judge Shaw and his wife back here.”

“That’d be great if you can, Dad,” Beef said.

Ephraim eyed Dolly’s outfit. “OK, I’ve got to know,” he said, “How did you get clothes that fit?”

“They’re from a Barbie doll that came with a kid’s meal at a chain restaurant,” Dolly said. “The toy was miniature, and the same height I am now. Beef actually had to leave the toy itself in his car, or I’d become shorter than that dolly, and I’m shrinking fast enough. The clothes are a little tight through my bust and hips; I’m curvier than Barbie. But, tomorrow, these will be too big.”

“Actually, I’ve got other plans for the doll,” Beef said.

Dolly raised an eyebrow curiously, but said nothing.

After some visiting time, Beef saw Ephraim to the door.

“Take whatever time you need off work, son,” Ephraim said. “Family comes first.”

“Thanks, Dad,” Beef said.

Ephraim narrowed his eyes. “Beef, how are things with you and Dolly … you know, sexually?”

Beef’s ears turned red. “Why do you ask?”

Ephraim thrust his hands in his pockets. “I would just think it would be tough, being newlyweds in this situation.”

“Y’know, it’s not that bad,” Beef said. “Mark gave me some tips on making love to a tiny woman, and it’s been working great. We do a lot of experimenting, and it’s sure different than normal sex, but it’s satisfying in its own way.”

“Really!” Ephraim said.

Beef nodded. “Mark said to just find ways to let her know you love her. That’s been working.”

“This Mark sounds like a good man,” Ephraim said.

“The best,” Beef said. “I’m glad he’s family to me now.”

“Are you sure Dolly will be all right when this is done?” Ephraim asked.

Beef nodded. “The way this magic works, she should go back to matching the closest dolly to her while she’s sleeping overnight. We’ll keep her shipping dolly in the room.”

Beef shuffled his feet. Ephraim raised an eyebrow. “What is it?” he asked.

“Dad, this is gonna sound really weird,” he said, “but I’ve got a request for when this is over. Do you still have that Japanese artist’s display in storage?”

Ephraim nodded. “Why do you ask?”

“There’s something in it I think Dolly would like when this is over,” Beef said.

Dolly’s dwindling proceeded over the course of the next few days. By three days after Ephraim’s visit, she was under one inch tall. The next day she realized she was smaller than Summer had been when her name was Penny. Two days after that, Dolly was down to barely a quarter-inch tall.

The next day, Dolly awoke on the strip of cotton fabric she was using as a bed to see an enormous eye looking at her. She smiled. It was Beef. Even with only one eye visible to her on his mountainous face, she knew he wasn’t wanting to just look.

Dolly walked over to a strip of paper. Its thickness, virtually nothing to a normal person, required her to take a step up. She heard what sounded like the distant roar of a waterfall and knew that Beef already was aroused.

Beef lifted the paper and carried it, and Dolly, to his penis tip. Dolly stepped off the paper and walked onto the tip, sauntering in an exaggerated way (so Beef could see it) to the opening. She was small enough now that the opening was a wide enough for her to crawl in, but she simply sat on the edge and slipped first one foot, then the other, in. She started to slowly kick each foot opposite the other. Beef’s face was too far away at this angle for her to see, but the reactions of his penis itself told her he was enjoying this.

Dolly slipped down, hanging onto the edge and in up to her shoulders, swaying with her hips as well as kicking.  Then she heard a colossal roar of fluid behind her, and worked to haul herself out of the way. She made it just before a geyser of cum flowed out around her. She held her breath as some came down on her. She lay there, covered in the results of her husband’s ongoing passion for her.

After a chance to recover, Beef moved the paper, with Dolly on it, back to the nightstand and placed a single drop of water beside it. Dolly climbed into the droplet; she was now so small she didn’t break its surface tension as she slipped inside. She washed herself off.

While bathing, she felt a series of low vibrations. She knew these would be sounds to her if she were normal-sized, but she was nearing microscopy. Now they felt like rumbles beneath her feet.

Another piece of paper was placed vertically in front of Dolly. On it was a letter J that was, to her, the size of a three-story building.

Dolly climbed out of the droplet, ecstatic. The letter was a signal that she and Beef had worked out before she was too small for them to communicate verbally. It meant the judge was coming today. The shrinking was nearing its end.

When Shaw arrived, Beef took him to their bedroom. The judge marveled at the sight of Dolly.  “Oh, my!” he said.  “She’s smaller than Penny was! I’m glad I wasn’t a day or two later getting back.”

“Me, too,” said Beef.

“Thank goodness your father was able to arrange for that boat, and the private plane to get us here,” Shaw said.

The paperwork was placed with the signature line near Dolly, as well as an inkpad that was outside any case.

Dolly covered her body with ink and rolled on the paper to make the letter “D.” Then she had to re-ink herself and repeat the process for each letter of her maiden name, which she was now resuming. It took some time, and she was exhausted when she was done. Unfortunately, it was indelible, not waterproof, ink; it would have to wear off, since it couldn’t be washed off, especially with just plain water as the only method available to her today.

That night, Dolly settled in to sleep.  She couldn’t hear Beef, but knew he was sleeping on the sofa. She was in the center of the bed so she wouldn’t fall off the nightstand when she grew in the middle of the night, and he didn’t want to roll over and crush her in his sleep.

As she started to drift off, Dolly smiled. Tomorrow things would be back to normal.

In the living room, Beef smiled.  Tomorrow he’d show Dolly his really big surprise. He hoped she’d like it.

Dolly and Beef stepped out of the shower the next day. They’d spent a good bit of the morning in bed and then cleaning each other up in the shower. They hadn’t had to worry about the ink from the day before. It hadn’t grown with her, but was spread out in such tiny amounts as to be invisible to the naked eye.

As they were toweling each other off, Beef said, “I missed being able to talk to you the last few days.”

Dolly pressed up close to him. “I missed being able to do a lot of things the last couple of weeks,” she said.

“I did have some fun with the sex when you were shrunk, though,” Beef said.

“Actually, I kinda liked that, too,” Dolly said. “I want to do it more normally most of the time, but the shrunken thing can really be fun.”

“I kinda wish we could do that again,” Beef said.

Dolly smiled. “We can,” she said. She trotted off to the hall closet and retrieved a fairly large box and a small bag.

“What’re those?” Beef asked.

“I got them before we were married, in case we wanted to … experiment with what we could do with my shrinking,” Dolly said. She turned the box so its contents could be seen. In it was a 20-inch-tall baby doll.

Beef was grinning, wide-eyed. “You’d do that for me?”

“Not only that,” Dolly said. “I’d do this for you, too.”  From the bag she withdrew a tiny rag doll, only 3 inches long.

Beef looked at the doll, then at Dolly.

Dolly shrugged. “Like I said, you weren’t the only one who enjoyed the sex while I was shrunken.”

Beef enfolded Dolly in a bear hug and kissed her. She kissed back. Once they were done, he said, “Get dressed, Cutie.” Then he dashed after his own clothes.

“What’s going on?” Dolly asked. “Why the rush?”

Beef looked back, smiling. “You’re not the only one with a surprise,” he said.

Beef drove himself and Dolly to the edge of the warehouse district. He parked outside a warehouse across the street from an apartment complex. Then he got out and played the gentleman, holding both the car door and the building door for her.

Dolly was surprised when she walked into the office lobby at the front of the warehouse. There was no one here.  “Beef, what’s going on?” she asked.

“This place is on the edge of a residential-zoned area,” Beef said. “I asked Dad to give it to us as a house, if you want it. We can get it rezoned and use the office area for our residence.”

Dolly thought for a moment that the experience of the last few weeks had driven her new husband insane. “Beef, why would I want to move here?”

Beef walked Dolly back through the office area and opened a door to the warehouse. “This is why,” he said.

Dolly slowly walked through the door, unable to believe what she was seeing. There, in front of her, was a colossal figure of a young child, carved of wood. Dolly pointed up at the figure. “Is … Is that …”

“It’s the world’s biggest doll -- or dolly, if you prefer,” Beef said. “Or one of the biggest, anyway. Some artist had it in storage from an exhibit and defaulted on it. Dad kept it, and we can feel free to use it when we want to. Of course, we can keep the other dolls for use to, and shipping dollies. By the way, I got a nice, tall shipping dolly, if you want to use that sometimes. It’s, like, 5-8.”

Dolly looked at the giant doll, then at her husband.  “How … How big …”

“It’s about 30 feet tall, I think,” Beef said.

Dolly stared at Beef. “You’d … do that for me?” she asked.

Beef grinned as he shrugged. “I found out in the last three weeks how much fun experimenting can be,” he said. “I like that, and I love you.”

Dolly hugged her husband, who enfolded her I his arms. When she pulled back, she had tears in her eyes. She looked up at the doll, then raised an eyebrow as she grinned naughtily up at Beef. “You really want me that big?” she asked.

Beef shrugged. “It was the biggest doll I could get,” he said. “We can try to have bigger made later, if you want.”

Dolly and Beef began to kiss passionately. Then Dolly pulled back. “Beef, we really ought to do something to thank Mark. I mean, he helped us get through this, and he was key in getting me into a condition in which I could meet you in the first place.”

“I was thinking the same thing,” Beef said. “That’s one of the things I’ve been planning.”

Beef told Dolly what he intended to give Mark as a thank you gift.

Dolly chuckled. “That’s great for Mark, and I think they’ll both love it. But there’s something else I’d like to give them -- two somethings, actually. One will be relatively easy to get, for y-- for us, anyway. The other may take some digging, but, from a conversation I had with my sister, I think it would help both of them.”

She explained her idea, and why she had it. Beef agreed.

“So, whaddaya think of this place?” Beef asked.

Dolly looked up at the giant doll, then turned toward Beef with a raised eyebrow again. “How quickly can we move in?” she asked.

“We’ll have to get the rezoning done, but that should be easy,“ Beef said.  “But we could probably get away with spending the night here any time until then, if you want.”

Dolly raised her eyebrow even higher.

Beef grinned. “I’ll get some padding and the sleeping bags,” he said.

After some passionate love-making that night, Beef had retired to the office area, while Dolly slept in the warehouse.

The next morning, Beef was awakened by a loud thumping on the wall from the warehouse. He almost bounded out of bed with anticipation, and flung open the door.

There was Dolly, all 30 feet of her, and as curvy as ever, atop a padded area on the warehouse floor. Her colossal form was a vision to Beef. He gazed at her magnificent thighs, her vast expanse of breasts and those eyes that made his heart melt the first time he saw them.

Dolly had assumed a sexy pose, but she giggled when she first saw Beef. “You’re so tiny!” she said.

Beef reached his arms up to his enormous wife.  “Take me, Big Mama!” he said.

Dolly giggled, her laugh sounding low and sexy to Beef. Leaning forward, she reached across the warehouse and grabbed beef with one hand. Bringing him over above her chest, she said, “What would you like to do, Little Man?”

Beef leered. “I’d like to climb down from the mountains to the valley, please.”

Dolly dropped him onto her bosoms. “Go for it, my adventurer!” she said.

Beef took a good twenty minutes exploring Dolly’s bosom. He was sure each breast now outweighed him. Their soft warmth was amazing and inviting, and the nipples that, when erect, jutted six inches above the rest of the breasts were joys in and of themselves.

After taking his time moving between Dolly’s breasts, Beef pressed his body against Dolly’s abdomen as he slid down. Soon he was at vagina. He could hear a gushing sound and realized she already was lubing up. He slipped is feet inside, then his lower legs. Finally, in up to his waist, he began to kick around -- gently at first, then harder as he figured out where her g-spot was. Her lubrication and warmth triggered his own erection.

Suddenly Dolly’s internal muscles began to squeeze Beef. That sent his own pleasure -- and his member -- higher. From the squeezing, Dolly, too, was reaching increasing heights of arousal.

Dolly and Beef each reached climax at the same time.  Her internal muscles hugging his lower body, Beef came. They each relaxed in unison.

Beef sat inside his wife, exhausted for the moment. Dolly, who recovered first, pulled him gently from her. He hung limply, like a rag doll, she thought, and chuckled at the irony.

“Oh, Darling, you’re a mess!” Dolly said. “Let me help clean you up.”

Dolly began to lick Beef’s feet and lower legs. When she reached his thighs, she saw with delight that he was erecting again. Ever so gently she flicked his penis with her vast tongue. To her joy, it grew larger and harder with each flick.

When she could tell Beef was about to come again, Dolly placed his cock in between her lips. Being careful not to suck (that might rip his penis off, a most undesirable result for Dolly and Beef both), she squeezed with her lips.

After beef had finished, Dolly licked her lips.  “That was a wonderful little snack,” she said.

Beef nodded as she placed him atop her left breast.

“When I was tiny, I loved stretching out on your left pec and hearing your heartbeat,” Dolly said. “Is it good for you, too?”

Beef simply smiled and nodded as he snuggled in.

When he was able to move again, Beef said. “We are definitely moving in here.”

“Oh, yeah,” Dolly said.

It was two weeks later when Beef and Dolly brought Mark and Barbi to a condominium building.

“I don’t understand,” said Mark. “I thought your new place was going to be in that old warehouse.”

“It is,” said Dolly, showing off how long her legs were at 5-foot-8. She loved the impact of this size on men, especially her husband., and she loved the look of her legs at this height when she wore three-inch heels.

Dolly swung toe door to the condo open. “This is your place,” she said.

“Our place?” Barbi said. “But we can’t afford this.”

“It’s a gift,” Beef said. “Actually a set of gifts. The condo itself is from my Dad. There are a couple of other gifts in here from us.”

Barbi looked at Dolly. “You didn’t --”

Dolly grinned. “We did. Come on!”

The condo was gorgeous. The furnishings were of a Victorian style, with enough edges to make climbing easy for Barbi.

Barbi was looking at various doors in the condo. “Where did you put it?”

“First things first,” said Dolly, smiling. “We never gave you a wedding gift yet. We ought to give you that before you get a thank-you for something that happened after your wedding. Come with me.”

Dolly guided Mark and Barbi to the bathroom. Beef hung back, knowing what was awaiting them.

Barbi gasped. “It’s a spa tub!” she said.

“Big enough for two,” Mark said. “Thank you, both of you. This is so … extravagant.”

“Barbi mentioned to me how much fun you two had with the one at your honeymoon cottage,” Dolly said. “Our ‘little’ emergency cut that stay short, so it seemed a logical way to make it up to you.”

“But a two-person spa tub, for us?” Mark said. “It seems a bit more than we’ll need, wouldn’t you say?”

“Maybe. Maybe not,” said Beef. “Now, it’s my turn for my thank-you gift. From what Dolly told me, this one will be good to give either one of you, so I’ll hand it to you, Barbi.” He offered her a package that was about a third of her height.

Barbi opened the gift and found inside it a 3-inch tall Barbi doll.  “Beef, this is great!” she said. She looked up at Mark. “I like the thought of my big man being bigger to me.”

Mark blushed.

Dolly grabbed Mark’s hand and tugged, leading him back to the bedroom. He was still carrying Barbi on his other hand. Beef followed closely behind.

Dolly stood by the closet door. “Put Barbi down, Mark, please,” Dolly said. He did so.

“Mark, this is for you,” Dolly said. She flung open the closet door.

Barbi put both hands over her mouth. Directly in front of her, still in its box, was a “Just My Size Barbie” doll.

“It’s 3-foot-1,” Dolly said.

Mark looked worriedly down at Barbi. “It’s great, but Barbi wants to stay small.”

Dolly pointed at Barbi. “This was her idea,” she said. “Well, not the doll specifically, but a way to be bigger.”

Mark sat on the floor in front of his wife. “Is this true?”

“Both things are,” Barbi said. “Honey, I love being this height, and it’s where I want to live my life … mostly. But I know the combination of my size and your outside life sometimes makes things hard for you. I wouldn’t mind being 3-foot-1 from time to time, so you could take me out in public. Heck, maybe we could even go on a date that way.”

Mark smiled, his eyes twinkling. “You know, at 3-foot-1, you should be big enough for us to use that spa tub for two … and do … something else,” he said.

Barbi sauntered up to her husband. “I know,” she said, “but that’s not something I want to do in public.”

“C’mon,” said Dolly, tugging on Beef’s arm. “Let’s get outta here and let the lovebirds have their space.”

The family members said their goodbyes, and Dolly and Beef got into their car.

Beef smiled as he drove. “So,” he said, “speaking of lovebirds needing their space, you wanta break out one of the dolls tonight?”

Dolly closed her eyes with pleasure at the thought. “Mmm!” she said. “That sounds good. Which doll would you like to use?”

“I’ll leave that up to you,” Beef said.

Dolly thought for a second. “I’ve been small a lot recently,” she said. “Better brace yourself, Little Man. Come the morning, you’re going to be in Big Mama’s house.”

Beef’s grin broadened. He made a fist-pump. “All right!” he said.