Married life was idyllic. The couple would go for walks around the ranch, share meals, talk, play games, watch movies, have sex, and then start it all over again. It was a nice, conflict free life, one that Trish had thought she wanted while going through all the drama of the court case, Thomas's imprisonment, and their wedding. All they needed to do, all they could do really, was to enjoy each other’s company.

But there was something wrong. And Trish couldn’t figure out what exactly it was. There was an uneasy, itchy feeling that took hold of her on occasion, especially in the quieter moments. She had sworn she had felt it before, but she couldn’t remember when. 

At first she thought it was a change in how she was perceiving her ever growing body. She hadn’t paid much attention to her daily growth before. The difference between ten feet, five inches and ten feet, five and a half inches was not that important. Her clothes were a little tighter, but no real big change. She would only really regard her growth in terms of milestones. Well, it looks like I’m too big for this dress. Oops, too big to stand up straight indoors. Uh oh, too big to walk next to Thomas without taking baby steps. Huh, I can look into second story windows.

Now it seemed like she was hitting a new milestone more often. Huh, my warehouse bedroom is just… tiny. Uh oh, my thighs alone are about the height of the door frame. Forget about crawling on all fours to get inside, I’m going to have to resort to laying on my stomach and army crawling in. Oof. Now I’m inside. Oh, and great, I can’t even stand up in here. I can barely sit in here. My head is just twenty feet from the ninety foot ceilings. Oops, that’s another thing. Twenty feet looks like barely a foot to me now. No room to stretch. Now its back to slouching and curling up in a ball just so you don’t have to sleep outside. Fucking milestones. Luckily, she was due to move into her upgraded living quarters sometime next week. The ceilings there were eight hundred feet tall, so she would fit there for around a year before it became just like this little warehouse. Another milestone to look forward to.

She wasn't growing any faster. For the nearly two years since she had started growing, like clockwork, she grew 0.005% of her height each day. It was her frame of reference that changed. Like when she hit the milestone of Thomas being knee high to her. She would have called him knee high from when she was eighteen feet tall until she was around thirty feet tall. That was months of him being knee high. 

Now she compared him to her fingers. At her wedding he was about as long as her middle finger. Just thirty days later he was smaller than her pinky!

“Everything ok up there?” Thomas asked from his seat straddling her left nipple. She was using her hands to lift her tits up and push them together, and had lost focus when she reached up to stroke Thomas’s back with her finger. Trish snapped out of it, her finger flinching away from him as if she had been caught doing something she shouldn’t.

“Yeah, just amazed with how cute and small you are.” She lied. Trish had words for how she felt about her increasing size. She was stuck. Claustrophobic. Isolated. Down with a bad case of cabin fever. Anxious about her expansion, as usual. These feelings were all uncomfortable, but none of them were the weird feeling that struck her in the quiet times. She had no words or explanation for that feeling.

Regardless, her prescription for it all was the same: try to put all of these thoughts out of your mind by focusing on your relationship with Thomas. Try not to pay attention to how small he and the rest of the world is getting, Trish, just focus on loving him and being loved in return. Keep the noise up, and you won’t ever have to deal with it.

But it was impossible not to compare herself to him, and thus impossible for those negative thoughts not to creep in. Her nipple, which she at one time challenged him to compare his penis to, was easily twice the length of his member now, poking up between his legs and into his stomach. He had to hold it with both hands and squeeze tightly, but the stiff flesh barely gave in to him. She wondered how long she had until she wouldn’t be able to feel him there at all. She imagined Thomas shrinking behind her nipple, the pink protrusion pushing up until it stood taller than him. Her inch tall husband, her half inch tall husband, her quarter inch tall husband climbs the nipple that was twice and now three times his height. Growing, growing, until he was a barely perceptible speck there at the tip.

Was this going to be the rest of my life? The thought intruded, interrupting her pleasure again. Am I just going to move into one increasingly tiny bunker after another, forever? Is it enough for me to make love with Thomas everyday? How long would that be the case? Trish was reminded of her nightmare when Thomas was in prison, of being several miles tall and not able to relate to him at all.

Trish tried to re-banish the thought by rubbing herself more vigorously at the sight of Thomas’s strong hands clutching her nipple. It wasn’t working, and Trish felt the edges of her emerging orgasm beginning to slip through her fingers. 

She tried to salvage it by putting her fingers under the tit that Thomas sat on to push her nipple and Thomas screaming along with it into her mouth. She made sure she had her finger wrapped around his tether before she sucked, feeling Thomas’s little body dislodge from it as he was pulled deeper into her mouth. Once he was free of the nipple, she sat up and spit him out into her hand. She wordlessly lowered him down between her legs, and then used two fingers to spread her lips and coax him up and into her, letting him continue deeper as she massaged her clit.

That’s better, Trish thought as she felt herself begin to build up to an orgasm once more. She bounced, lifting her ass up and slamming it on the bed, enjoying the feeling of Thomas struggling to climb into her and sliding back down her canal from the force of her movement. She closed her eyes to dwell on the feeling. She stretched her back and tried to bounce again, causing her head to collide with the ceiling.

She opened her eyes and glanced up at it. It was enough for her building orgasm to vanish again, and this time Trish felt like she would stay gone for a while.

“Ugh.” She groaned in sexual frustration. Trish felt the claustrophobic thoughts she was trying to keep at bay come flooding back to her all at once. She reached a hand up to brush her fingertips against the rafters, and found herself reconsidering why she felt the need to stay locked away on her father’s land. Of course, the only person really keeping her here was herself and her self-assigned duty to let the little ones live in peace. That, and she supposed, ready access to her father’s quickly diminishing ability to keep her fed. Another problem her growing body was causing and that she was contributing nothing to fix.

And that thought, for some reason, made her think about Nancy. The little reporter she had held in her hand, who had joked with her when she accidentally let slip that she considered herself to be a goddess. Trish’s brain lit up, having finally landed on the origin of the uncomfortable feeling that haunted her since her marriage.

Trish’s epiphany went unbeknownst to Thomas, who persisted valiantly to put the moves on inside of her. He felt her roll onto her stomach, and then her hips rock back and forth. Was she crawling? Where was she going? Slowly, his world began to tilt vertically again, and then he felt himself traveling upwards. She was standing up. Were they outside?

“Trish? What’s going on?” He asked, scrambling to keep himself from sliding down and out of her. Then he felt her tug on his tether, pulling him out anyway. His eyes adjusted to the daylight as he was removed from her. He was looking at the ground between her feet, nearly 70 feet below him. She swung him up to the roof in front of her, just slightly taller than her belly button. She took a step back so he could see her better.

“I want more.” She signed to him, a deep frown on her face. Thomas gulped as he witnessed his giant wife, obviously sexually unsatisfied, giving him a sour look. What did she mean by that? Was she too big to be satisfied by him alone? Did she want to take more lovers? Thomas waited for her to explain herself as he took off his oxygen mask.

“I…” She started, chewing her lips as she considered how to explain this to him. “I feel stuck, like I’m cooped up.” Oh, thought Thomas, a worse fear overtaking his initial jealousy. Trish wanted to leave the ranch.

“It won’t be long until you can move into your new space, and you’ll feel less cramped.” He assured her through the speakers in her ears. Trish just shook her head.

“No, it’s not just my sleeping quarters. It’s living here on this land. It’s being kept away from the rest of the world. There has to be more than just making love to you every day as you shrink down into nothing.” She signed to him in a stream of consciousness. Thomas tried to not let it hurt his feelings.

“What do you want then?”

“I don’t really know entirely, but I definitely want to get out of here.”

“Like, you want to go for a hike?” He asked, playing dumb while hoping it was that simple.

“No, like out of Kansas, and not return for a while.”

“Is that… a good idea?” Thomas asked. “Your dad just got done smoothing over what happened at your bachelorette party”. Thomas envisioned Trish stomping around the United States. It didn’t matter how careful Trish was at this size, she was bound to cause damage, injury, and a ruckus that might poke the bear that was the US government. Though he didn’t like to think about it, he always assumed that the military would kill her if she got too big or too bold. He had to find some way to talk her out of this, to keep her safe, for her own good.

“I don’t know, but I know I’ll go crazy unless something changes.”

“Well I think it’s a terrible idea.” Thomas said, steeling himself. He would just have to be firm with her, and she would listen. “People are going to be scared of you, and they’re going to try to hurt you. You can’t go out there.”

Trish responded by assuming a defiant power pose, crossing her arms, planting her feet shoulder width apart, and tilting her chin up to look down her nose at Thomas. “You were the one who said people would love me back at the trial. Where’s that confident little guy now?”

“You weren’t a hundred and forty feet tall at the trial, Trish. Things changed.”

“Yeah and I don’t get out of here soon, I’ll be a thousand feet tall and just as antsy.” She snapped back.

“I’m serious Trish, they’ll kill you.”

“They’ll kill me eventually anyway. Time’s running out for me, Thomas. I need to have a life while I’m still small enough to.”

“I thought we were having a life…” Thomas said, unable to stop his feelings from being hurt by the implication this time. Trish huffed. This was not what she needed from him right now, making it about his emotions.

“Ugh, whatever, I’m going for a walk.” She said, and for the first time since she had them installed, pulled the ear buds out of her ears and set them on the roof next to Thomas. She could see him screaming up at her from the roof. Maybe she could have heard him if she really listened, but she didn’t care to. She extended her hand wordlessly for him to hop onto so he wasn’t stranded on the roof, but he didn’t hop onto it, he just crossed his arms in defiance, then pointed to his ears to urge her to put her speakers back in. Trish rolled her eyes and pinched his tether between her fingers to pull him up against his will, bending at her hips to set him down between feet. Thomas was well shorter than her ankles now, and comparable in size to her big toe. He started screaming something up at her, but she continued to ignore him as she reached back into her bedroom to grab a set of clothes, got dressed, and turned to stomp away in no particular direction.

The countryside blazed past her as she took her fifty foot long strides, carrying her at over sixty miles an hour if she walked. She picked up the pace a bit, breaking into a light jog, and then into a dead sprint. Running across the flat countryside of Kansas, she could almost pretend she was just running across a grassy field.

A reminder of her size appeared on the horizon, and Trish slowed back to a walk. It was the abandoned town that Thomas and her had played cat and mouse in. She stepped towards it, observing how much smaller it looked to her in such a short amount of time. She approached the roof tops where she had given Thomas the safety rules about being a little mouse in her presence, and found in the rubble of the second floor the smashed car that she had flattened with her foot. Had it really been four months since then? She reminisced about how sexy she had felt stomping around the city and showing off her power to Thomas, of the way it made him look at her. 

She ran her finger across the footprint she had indented into the car. Her feet are twice as big now as they were then. She tossed the flattened thing in her hand and looked at the houses that were once knee high, now barely taller than her mid shins. She wound up her arm and threw it with all her strength at a row of houses. She watched as the metal crashed through three houses, reducing them to splinters and sending a cloud of dust skyward.

She clenched her teeth as she witnessed the destruction, feeling a pleasurable release of pent up anger she didn’t know was inside of her. She started breathing heavily, her eyes beginning to water with rage. She burst into action, letting loose on the small town.

She took three large steps to the houses, squatted down, and then jumped, stomping down with all of weight in the center of the cul-de-sac. The resulting shockwave blew the facades off of the  neighboring houses and left a crater in the shape of her feet in the center. She brought her right foot up and stomped, sending echoing bangs ringing out across the country-side and disintegrating what was left of the houses underneath her foot.

She bent down to another and ripped it off the foundations. It started to crumble in her hands, but was still mostly intact when she did a spin and launched it hundreds of feet into the sky with a loud, bellowing yell. The force of the throw pulled the house apart, and by the time it reached its apex it had come apart completely, showring the town with a confetti of splintered wood and crumbling drywall.

She stomped back to the roof of the factory, now at knee level, and squatted down to hook her fingers under the steel beams that framed it. She pulled up, using every muscle in her body to uproot the beams from their concrete foundations and sending the bricks to fall like pebbles at her feet. She managed to pry a length of beam about the length of her arm from the building, and she quickly turned it against the vessel for her frustrations. She lifted her new weapon over her head, and swung it down with as much force as she could muster again and again, loud sonic booms and the rhythmic clanging of metal mixed with her laughter as she channeled all of it through her arms. She hit it until the beam was a crooked spiral and her arms hurt.

She breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling as she stood tall over the town that she flattened in a matter of minutes, exhaling the last of her anger. She tossed the bent and dented I-beam like a spear into the ground to leave it standing up in the center of the ruined factory like a monolith, and then turned to return home.

—

Jeb, Thomas, and the security team could hear and see her coming long before she arrived, her head and shoulders appearing over the horizon. Thomas tried to read her face, She looked… apologetic? Her arms clutched around her stomach guardedly.

They saw her expression change as she registered them, and began to approach with softer steps. She closed the remaining distance and stopped a few steps away from the entrance.

“I’m ok. I need to talk to Thomas.” She exhaled and signed down with her right hand, her left still devoted to protecting herself. She retrieved her ear buds from the roof where she left them. She could hear the chatter of the little people by her feet as she brought it closer to her ear. Her dad was giving Thomas an earful about something or another. She looked back down at them.

“Now.” She demanded, using her full, booming voice. The chatter at her feet stopped immediately, and the security team started to retreat. She waited for them to clear the area in front of her before getting down on her hands and knees to once again squeeze herself into her coffin of a bedroom, crawling over Thomas.

“Where did you go?” Asked Thomas neutrally as he followed her inside. Averting his gaze from her rear end.

“I went to that town where we played that one time, and destroyed it.” She said flatly as she reached her bed and turned to sit. She put the back of her hand on the floor in front of him, his signal to climb on top of it to get closer to her face.

“Why did you do that?” 

She sighed. “I don't know. I was angry.” Thomas looked at the hand with fingers much longer than he was tall. His wife's hands, hands that touched gently despite her size. She has used them to destroy an entire abandoned town because she was angry. He looked up at her face again, trying to figure out what she was feeling. She certainly still looked angry. He gulped down his fear, choosing to trust his wife over the animal instinct that saw the threat she posed, and climbed on.

Trish cupped her hands around him and brought him to her face, and studied him there for some time.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered. “It’s stupid.”

“What’s stupid?”

“It was Nancy.”

“...What? Who’s Nancy? Oh, the reporter? What happened? Did she contact you?”

“No, something she did at the wedding… Nevermind. I’m Ok. This is stupid.”

“Trish, if it’s making you feel like you need to level a town to vent, it’s not stupid. What did she do?”

Trish sighed, and put Thomas on her bent knee so that she could free her hands to sign to him. “It’s… when we had the interview, I accidentally referred to myself as a goddess. Being with you on this ranch, seeing my power grow by the day, that’s how I felt. I mean, I was literally holding her in my hand, an entire human person. The funny side of me told me to smother them in my palms so that it wouldn’t get out that that’s how I felt.”

He knew she would never do something like that. Thomas noted that she was blinking back tears as she was beginning to get into the next part.

“But… she didn’t react how I thought she would.”

“How did you expect her to react?”

“I dunno. I guess, I needed her to understand the fact of it…” She wiped a tear. “Jesus, I feel like such a brat for how emotional this is making me.”

“How did she react?”

“She played it off like a joke. Honestly, it was probably for the best.” Thomas nodded slowly as he was beginning to understand what was happening here.

“You’re not insulted by how she reacted.” Thomas ventured, knowing the answer and leading Trish to follow him to it. “You’re not angry with Nancy, right?”

Trish thought about it, and shook her head to confirm the negative.

“So who are you angry with?” He asked pointedly.

Trish shrugged her shoulders.

“I know you know.” Thomas said, falling down to a sitting position on her knee and rubbing his hand over it. “It’ll feel better when you say it.”

The tears started flowing more freely from her eyes as she admitted it to herself.

“I’m angry with myself.” She admitted with shaking hands.

“Mhm. Why?”

Trish didn’t know how to put it into words. She raised her hands a few times to say it, but couldn’t figure out the right words. After a couple minutes of this, she gave up and signed “Help me.” Thomas nodded and gave her another reassuring rub on her knee.

“I think you might be angry with yourself because you feel guilty about what you’ve chosen to do with your power thus far.” Thomas said. Trish let the words sink in, and knew them to be true. She gave a nod for him to keep going.

“And the reason this thing with Nancy is bothering you is because it harmed your self image. You thought of yourself as a goddess. When Nancy didn’t see you that way you held up a mirror to yourself, and you didn’t see a goddess either.” He continued. Trish nodded, the unclassifiable dark storm of emotion that hung over her for months being systematically charted and explained in a way that made it not so dark anymore.

“That’s right… I feel guilty… like I’m wasting this when I know I can be doing good things.”

“You’re not selfish, Trish.” Thomas argued. “The reason you feel so bad about this is because you feel like you’re letting everyone down.”

“How do I fix it?” She asked.

“Only two ways: One is to forgive yourself for it. Only you are holding yourself accountable for this.” Trish shook her head. No, she couldn’t just do that.

“And the other?”

“Do something about it.” Thomas said, and looked down at the skin of her knee and away from her eyes. She poked her finger under his chin and pushed up, coaxing him to look back up at her.

“You don’t like that option.” She observed.

Thomas shook his head. “No, I don’t. I want you to be safe.” He sighed, and straightened his back to prepare himself for the hard conversation they had to have next.

“I know it’s not fair that you’re cooped up on this ranch. I’ve been avoiding talking about what your increasing size will mean for us, and I guess the world. That conversation is long overdue.”

“I’ve been avoiding it as well.” She sighed.

“I don’t know what you want my role to be here. I can stay in therapist mode if you need me to.”

“I need my husband.” She said, and wiped a tear forming at the corner of her eye. Thomas wished he could wrap his arms around her and wipe her tears.

“Your husband, he doesn’t want to lose you too soon, and that means staying out of the way as long as possible. You go out there, you try to change things or help people, and it’s not always going to go well. Eventually someone is going to try something and there’s not going to be a way back, and I’ll lose you.” Trish nodded. This made perfect logical sense to her. On paper, she knew that this course of action would mean that she and Thomas would have less uninterrupted time with each other before it was too late. She decided that she could stay here if it meant making Thomas happy. She was just about to agree to sacrifice this part of herself for his sake when he interjected.

“But… I also want you to be happy. And I realize that you of all people don’t just go smash up a town trivially. Maybe it isn’t fair that you have the power of a goddess and all you do with it is play sexy games with me. Maybe you do owe the world something, even if they’ll likely want you dead for it.” Dammit, that made sense too. The goddess she was, what was happening to her, there was something about it that felt like destiny, that felt like all of this must be happening for a reason. Could she really just ignore that to make Thomas happy?

“What should I do?” She begged, needing him to provide the answer.

“I think you’re the only one who can decide that.” Thomas replied, deflecting her attempt to offload the weight of the choice on to him.

“Ugh. I dunno. I’m pretty sure this is all happening for a reason, and if it is that reason can’t be to hang around my dad’s ranch until I’m so big my ass can’t fit inside the property line. I feel like I have a destiny to fulfill.”

“And what about the outside world? The government?” Thomas challenged.

“I don’t know, but whatever happens I think I can handle it.”

“It… scares me.” Thomas said, voice almost trembling as visions of Trish being attacked by the military ran through his mind.

“It scares me too.”

“But you want to do it anyway.” He ventured. Trish nodded.

“I do. Do you believe it too? About destiny?”

“I don’t, but I trust you, and if this is the decision you’re going to make, I’m not going to miss a second of being with you. I love you.” 

“I love you so much.” She said, and leaned down, holding her knees to bring her head close for a kiss. Thomas pressed his lips into her bottom lip as her top lip sandwiched his face against it.

“It’s not like you could stop me anyway.” She declared after they had separated, starting to tease him to get back into the mood that was ruined by her emotions before. She brought a finger to push him around on her knee.

“Oh please” He scoffed as he stood his ground and put his hand on her fingertip and pushed it away. Trish could barely feel the force of it, but let her finger move all the same, allured by his cockiness. “You wouldn’t do it without my blessing. You were just about to keep yourself cooped up here forever until I prompted you to keep considering your options.”

Trish opened her mouth in a shocked ‘oh’ as she got called out so boldly. In her heart she knew he was exactly right. She regarded him there, standing in his little power pose balanced on her knee, chin pointed up and face lit with a smug smile. Looking at him, she realized that while he couldn’t force her to do anything physically, there was no way she would ever disobey him. She was reminded for perhaps the tenth time today why she fell in love with him in the first place.