Thomas looked up from his laptop’s screen, and looked out over the alien landscape in front of him. Rolling hills covered in lush green grass. Trish’s gift to them all. He sighed in contentment as he thought back to their journey from here to now. Glad that Trish was right about her claims of destiny.

“Dad, can I go to the square?” Junior asked. The now ten year old boy reminded him so much of Trish. Pleasant, loyal, kind, but also a little mischievous. She had passed down all of her best qualities to him.

“Did you get your chores done?” He asked.

“I fed the animals, watered the garden, and my room is clean.” Junior listed dutifully.

“Can I go too?” Sophie chirped, hearing the promise of adventure from across the den. Junior visibly rolled his eyes. Sophie, on the other hand, reminded him so much of him when he was a kid. Precocious, adventurous, and brazen. Ruler of the house at nine years old.

“Did you get your chores done?” He said, knowing the answer was ‘no.’

Sophie turned white as a sheet, and ran back into the den to rapidly dust and sweep.

“Can I go Dad?” Junior asked again now that the distraction was over.

“Go ask Mom.” Thomas said. He could tell that Junior wanted so very badly to roll his eyes or groan, but his desire to go to the square kept him polite.

He stomped out of the front door, and turned to look up.

“Mom, can I go to the square?”

“Did you get your chores done?” Trish’s voice, now a recognizable baritone after she had shrunk down, replied. Thomas just watched from the desk with a smirk.

“I fed the animals, watered the garden, and my room is clean!” Junior repeated in frustration.

Sophie ran out of the den to join Junior outside.

“Mommy! Mommy! I finished my chores can I go too?”

“Will you take your sister?” She asked in a tone that said that the correct answer to this question was ‘yes’.

Junior visibly struggled with the ask. Could he risk a ‘no’ here and be disallowed from going to the square?

“Ugh. Fine.” He relented.

“Well then it’s fine by me.” Trish’s voice sang from above. “Go ask your dad.”

“I already asked Dad! He told me to ask you!”

Trish’s hair dangled under the door frame as she bent down to look inside at him.

“Dad, Junior wants to go to the square. Can he go?”

“Will he take his sister?”

“Yessssuh!” Junior groaned, exasperated.

“Fine by me. Go ask Sophie.” Thomas grinned.

Trish stooped down further to look at Sophie standing no taller than her knee.

“Sophie, can Junior go to the square?” She asked.

Sophie’s face had been getting brighter and brighter the longer this torture of Junior continued.

“Are his chores done?” She asked with sugar candy sweetness.

“Gah!” Junior huffed, and started to head off to fetch his bike with Sophie hot on his heels.

Thomas stood up from his desk and joined his wife outside, leaning against her tree trunk of a leg, resting his head on her hip, and placing his hand behind her knee to hold her.

“Be safe!” She cupped her hands and yelled down to them. “Be back before sunset!”

Junior gave a thumbs up over his shoulder and continued to pedal quickly down the dirt road that led to the town proper, his little sister pedaled hard to catch up.

“They’re growing up so fast.” She lamented, letting her hand fall down to run her large fingers through Thomas’s hair.

“Jealous?” Thomas asked. Trish had stopped growing midway to their destination. She topped out at nearly exactly the mass of the earth. Since then, she had started to shrink back down at double the rate that she had grown. By the time they reached Mars she was back to being ‘merely’ the size of a continent.

“Stop, I’m sensitive. I’m still getting used to being so tiny.” She mocked, repeating a similar line from the beginning of her growing journey.

“You don’t look so tiny to me.” He said, grabbing her wrist and pulling it behind her back. She accepted his prompting, and turned to face him. Seeing him there, head level with her stomach, looking up at her towering over him… She stood up on her tiptoes to exaggerate the effect. The few inches let her belly button surpass his height, putting the slight bulge of her stomach above his head.

“Oh, trust me. This is tiny.” She said, as if Thomas needed reminding of how big she had gotten. Trish draped her arms over his back and hugged her closer to her womb.

“Sooo… the kids are gone…” She started, but Thomas was already pulling her wrist down to guide her down to his level. Trish followed his lead, letting herself fall to her knees in front of him, but keeping her spine lengthened so that she was still just slightly taller than him. Thomas grabbed her neck, then kissed the mouth that he had, over the course of their marriage, spent hours inside.

She got lost in his kiss for some time before slowly beginning to overpower him, leaning her big body forward until he was kept standing just by her arms. She gently lowered him to the ground, and released him to fall the remaining inches.

Thomas looked up at her, her hair dangling down around him, her breasts hanging low and heavy, still large from her past pregnancies. She let him get a good look, and then started to crawl over him and into their home.

Thomas hopped up to his feet, and followed after her butt wiggling at waist level to him. He pushed his palms out and gave her a few encouraging pushes on her butt cheeks as she squeezed into the front door.

Later, as Thomas rolled off of her, Trish grabbed her legs and pulled them up to her chest, curling up into a ball.

“What are you doing?” Thomas asked.

“It's supposed to help the sperm reach the womb.” She shrugged.

“You want another kid?”

“You have yet to give me a pregnant belly.” She said matter of factly. Seeing their kids already so grown up, it made Trish pine for the opportunities she had missed in holding them when they were fresh and new and small.

Thomas reached down to put his hand on her waist, and then stroked her till his hand was cupping the slight bump in her belly. Such an action a couple years ago would have wiped out all of humanity, now it simply connected him to his wife.

“Do you ever miss being big?” He asked.

“Hey, watch it, you still look pretty shrimpy to me.” She scoffed, and stopped holding her legs so she could open up and engulf him against her torso, shrugging her shoulders forward to smother him in her boobs. He fought against them, tilting his head up so he could free his mouth and nose to get some air.

“You know what I mean.” He croaked as he sucked in the fresh air.

Trish’s eyes wandered over to her nipple, which at one point dwarfed him. Hell, it used to dwarf mountains. She imagined a small version of him there, clinging to it.

“Yes and no. I mean, I wouldn’t change a single thing about it… except maybe how lonely it was being over a mile tall. I miss different things about every size smaller than that.”

“Go on…” Thomas prompted, already feeling himself starting to harden against his wife’s stomach. Trish noticed the intrusion immediately, and was glad to seize an opportunity to work her husband back up for a potential round two.

“Let’s see… when I was two hundred feet tall, I really liked being the boss of everyone. There was just something so exciting about the authority I had then… like, wanting to do something, but then thinking you better not because of the consequences, but then doing it anyway because you’re a two hundred foot woman and consequences don’t really apply to you?” She explained to Thomas as if that would make sense to a man who was never taller than 5’8”, running her large hands down his back. Thomas was hard a rock now, and Trish could tell. She felt her own need rising back up again in response to his redoubled attentions.

“What about a hundred feet tall?”

“You know what I liked about being a hundred feet tall.” It wasn’t a question. She knew he knew.

“I want to hear you say it.” He urged.

Trish bit her lip, and squeezed him more tightly to herself. “I miss having my little guy completely inside of me. The way you would squirm in there…” Trish’s skin turned to gooseflesh as she reminisced about Thomas’s whole body in her vagina. She kept him there often as she was shrinking back down, and was visibly upset when she had shrunk to the point he couldn’t go all the way in. She gave Thomas a squeeze with her thighs. It wasn’t the same, just being nine feet tall and wrapped around him, but it was still nice.

“Seventy five feet?”

“That was the first time I fit your entire body in my mouth.” Trish remembered. She opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue to show him it. “Ever miss being in there?”

“All the time.” Thomas sighed, looking longingly at the back of her throat.

“And I really miss sucking on your little body.” She commiserated. “And having a convenient place to put you when you get annoying.”

“Me? Annoying?” Thomas scoffed. Trish’s mouth curled into a smile.

“That’s it. Get in.” She said as she pulled Thomas up to her mouth and gave his neck a big chomp, locking her lips around it and sucking. “I should have just eaten you when you were bite size.” She hummed as she turned her head and changed her angle of attack on Thomas’s neck. Thomas shuddered at the feeling of her lips covering him, and the expectant, playful looks she gave him as she attacked him only served to excite him more. She didn’t want to stop the game too soon with an unfortunate explosion from him, so she finished her assault with a loud click of her teeth in his ears.

“And then when I was fifty feet tall I could still fit most of you in there… you know… part of it was the fact I was getting bigger every day, like knowing that while I couldn’t get all of you in my mouth… it was only a matter of time…” Thomas squirmed against her soft skin, remembering fondly the experience of watching her ascend.

So cute! She hummed as she saw how flustered Thomas was. Even after how big she ended up getting, his hunger for her size was never fulfilled.

“Twenty feet tall… let’s see… I think that’s when you and everyone were the cutest. Knee height, like little puppies or kids next to me.” Trish lied to keep tantalizing Thomas . That size was really annoying actually. At that point, she was just beginning to outgrow more and more normal things of human life. Not being able to fit inside most buildings, for example. On the other hand, she wasn’t big enough to realize and enjoy her power.

“And everything below ten feet tall…” She started, feeling her heart laying heavy in her chest. Here she was in her marriage bed with her most precious husband, finally small enough to hold on to each other, able to squeeze him and be squeezed by him. Small enough for their lips to lock properly, and small enough to hold hands. Small enough, finally, to be around her family and not worry about being so big she would hurt them. After all this time, a degree of normalcy and quiet that she hadn’t had since she first noticed her clothes were getting tight and that she had grown a couple inches. Despite missing aspects of being a true giantess, she would not trade this for anything.

Thomas noticed the sentimental mood about her, and squeezed her torso tighter.

“I know.” He said. “I’m glad you’re small again, too.”

“I’m really looking forward to being 5’11” again.” She confessed. “Will you still love me when I’m no longer an amazon?” She asked the silly question, knowing the answer but wanting to hear Thomas say it all the same.

“You’re assuming that you’re going to stop shrinking when you get to 5’11”.” He pointed out. “You could very well keep shrinking well beyond that.”

Trish hadn’t thought about that, but she supposed it could be true. She had been picturing their future with her at her normal size. Now her mind was filled with other visions, of her shrinking to be shorter than Thomas. She imagined him being three inches taller than her, so that she would have to tilt her head up to kiss him.

“Maybe one day you’ll be as small as I am compared to you now.” He teased, running his finger around the curve of her belly button. Trish found herself getting wet as she thought about the scene, how small and vulnerable she’d be to him if she was no taller than his belly button, of how big his penis would be compared to her, longer probably than her forearm.

“That’s right… you like the thought of big hands controlling you.” Thomas remembered, splaying his fingers to make his hands as big as possible and giving her waist a squeeze.

“Awn…” Trish involuntarily moaned as she viscerally felt how big his hands would be compared to her if she was at that size. All the things that she had been able to do to him, he could do to her. To scoop her up and cradle her against his broad chest…

“Just imagine, you might shrink until you’re just a foot tall.” He said, running his hand more eagerly across her body. Trish closed her eyes and imagined that the hand was a single digit of his large hands, his fingertip running over the length of her body, lowering down to between her legs where she was growing all the more wetter, and pressing into it gently.

“Oooohh…” She moaned, and felt his hands pushing her into position. She complied readily with his small nudges, rolling onto her stomach for him. He repositioned to get under her butt, spreading her legs apart with his knees as he kneeled behind her. Trish ventured a look back over her shoulder at him standing over her, then closed her eyes and imagined he was looking down at her while she was held in the palm of his hand.

“I would take such good care of you if you were tiny, just like you took such good care of me.” He murmured softly as he leaned forward to give her a lower back massage. His hands wrapped around her hips, and he started to lift up. Trish followed his lead obediently, arching her back and shifting her knees forward to raise her ass into the air, lining up her pussy for him. Take me, Thomas, she begged internally.

Thomas traced the edge of it with his finger, entertaining himself with how her body squirmed, agonized at his touch. She was still too big for his penis to be much of use here, so he opted for his hand. Her lips were just about to part for him when he saw her hand reach back and grab his arm.

“No…” Trish whined, “Cum inside me again.” She begged, and pushed his arm away. Trish felt the heat of his dick push into her moments later, and it didn’t matter much to her that it was barely the size of a finger, her intense desire for him allowed her to feel filled. Thomas grabbed onto the top of her hips, and started to guide the both of them into a rhythm. Trish oscillated between her various size fantasies. Thomas controlling her as she was just a foot tall, Thomas dominating her at equal heights, and pretending that his probings was his entire little body shoved deep into her. There was something about each dynamic, big or small, dominant or submissive, that was thrilling, but that wasn’t the fixation that brought her to climax. What ultimately mattered was that it was Thomas. Her engulfing him. Him engulfing her. Together, the two of them, joined in pleasure and love and caring for each other.

The couple’s rhythm reached a crescendo, and the two of them climaxed together. Trish’s legs spasmed wildly, and Thomas clutched onto her ass to prevent himself from being thrown from her as he felt her juices seep out of her and onto his lap. As the spasming subsided, Thomas collapsed onto his wife’s backside, and the two of them laid there, spent and sweaty.

—

“Whatcha doing?” Trish asked, leaning over Thomas at his desk as he stared at his computer’s screen sometime later.

“I thought I’d take my duties as herald of the goddess seriously, and write a history of what happened.” Thomas said.

“Oh! How long have you been working on that?”

“A couple months ago. I dunno, it started as a way to collect my thoughts. Do you want to read it?”

“I’d love to!” She chirped, and picked him up out of his seat without asking. She kicked his chair away and sat cross legged in front of the desk, lowering him back down to sit on her lap as she read. Thomas’s head was nuzzled in her cleavage, her massive tits resting on either of his shoulders.

“It’s kind of… I dunno, PG?” She said after she had finished a few parts.

“What do you mean?”

“Here in the eighth part you talk about our time together, but you don’t talk about the sex we had, or how I blew you in the showers after.”

“What, you want me to write a sex scene? This isn’t smut, Trish, this is history.”

“The whole of humanity watched me masturbate as I destroyed the earth.” Trish pointed out.

“So?”

“I guess… I just think that the history of my growth and goddesshood isn’t divorced from the sex.”

“Go on…”

“Sex drove things all the way. It was sex that prompted me to try and get Jake to sleep with me at eight feet tall, and when you comforted me afterward and I felt you poking into me, that helped a lot in me feeling secure enough to keep growing.”

“So you want me to write sex scenes?” Thomas asked, shifting his head nestled between her tits to look up at her.

“Why not? I think if the goal here is for people to understand why things happened as they did they should understand the, uh, urges that motivated things.”

“As long as you’re ok with that sort of thing being public…” Thomas shrugged.

“Well, the entire world watched me masturbate as I destroyed the earth. The shy girl from chapter two has grown out of being embarrassed by anything like that, thanks to you.” Trish gave her boobs a squeeze, engulfing Thomas’s face more.

“Haha, if you say so.” Thomas said.

“I do say so. And when you write them you should read them to me.”

“Kinky.” Thomas

“And for accuracy’s sake!” Trish protested.. “Honestly, the gall of writing the history of the goddess without her input!”

“Alright Goddess, what about an ending?”

“What ending?”

“I’ve been having a hard time figuring out where to end it. At first I thought I would end it after you had delivered humanity to Mars, but the more I write the more I keep wanting to tell the story of you shrinking back down to more normal sizes.”

“Exactly, what ending?” Trish repeated. Outside, Thomas could hear the chattering of their children as they returned home from their adventure. Trish’s head turned to the door, and she stood up, cradling him like a baby against her chest for a moment as she unfurled her legs, and then scooted his chair back over so she could lower him back down into it.

“The story isn’t finished, Thomas, and it won’t ever be finished. We still have more babies to have, and kids to raise, and years to grow older together. If you don’t want to keep writing that thing forever, just write ‘and they lived happily ever after’ and be done with it.” Trish ordered as she strode on long legs to the door to welcome her children back into her arms. Thomas watched as she got on her knees, waited until she could hear them right outside the door, and then threw it open.

“Aaaargh!” Junior screamed as his mom jump scared him. Sophie immediately started giggling, pushing past her terrified brother to jump into her mother’s arms. Trish rested her head on Sophie’s, and started to chat with them about what adventures they had just had, listening keenly and intently as they shared. As Sophie chattered away about the events of the day, Trish’s eyes darted back to check on Thomas, who was wearing a dreamy and loving expression. She tilted her head to beckon him to join them. Thomas stood up, typed a final line into his word document, and then joined his family at the door.  

They lived happily ever after, growing closer the entire time.