[Crash Ichimonji]

Chapter 2

Despite the offer of a complimentary gift-wrap of the switchboard, Maya declined for reasons the heavily-tattooed and pierced shopkeeper could no doubt guess: namely to try out the device herself.

During Maya’s drive home in her Benz, with the switchboard strapped in the passenger’s seat like a precious child, she had to try her best not to lead-foot. It was barely 1pm, a whole five hours before her husband Eric would arrive home. For their big ten-year anniversary they had made reservations for La Rouge et la Noir, the finest French restaurant and winery in the state that was only an hour away from their home in the gated community they had settled into. After that, the night was to be spent at another reserved location: the Pompeii Palace. Another fine establishment, the Palace was an extravagant hotel of luxuries most could only dream of. For this momentous night, both Mr. and Mrs. Jefferson spared no expense to commemorate their decade of marital loyalty and happiness.

Yet with all these wondrous things to come, it was when Maya had arrived home that her excitement seemed to be at its peak. Her husband still at a meeting with investors, Maya had a few hours to test the device all on her own. Drawing curtains in her home, she went to her bedroom and set the large switchboard on her and her husband’s king-sized bed. The instruction manual listed the different symbols’ meanings that went with all the knobs and switches. Gender, size of body parts, size of the affected, age, relationships of those synched, and many more all presented a Pandora’s Box of sexual power and joy as she synched herself to the device, ignoring the slight shock it jolted her with.

“Now then…” the Japanese-borne wife purred with her heart in her throat. “What should I try first…?” she thought for a moment. A devious smile crept across her lips as she went to the size-adjusting knob, and then to the dial for body parts, setting it to the icon for breasts. Remembering what the shopkeeper said about the device altering reality, Maya decided to see if her clothing would change in-synch with her bosom’s expansion.

“Here goes nothing,” she gulped as she slowly clicked the dial toward the other end. Instantly, Maya felt her breasts warm pleasurably as a slight weight increase to her chest threw her balance off momentarily as she went from C-cup to D-cup. To her marvel, her clothing felt no more or less tight around her breasts, and her bra no more or less restrictive. Her courage renewed, she continued click the knob forward. Approaching DD-cup range, Maya’s ample chest only gained size without sag or uncomfortable heftiness. Next she was a DDD, and then an E-cup, and then a few clicks she became an F-cup, and still growing, Maya’s breathing grew heavy in the unadulterated excitement of watching her chest expanding magically with warmth. G-cup, H-cup, I-cup, J-cup, K-cup, her tits remained perky and yet natural in their shape and size. Coming to her senses, Maya stopped the knob’s turning when she was reached M-cup size. Her balance seemed off when she tried to turn around and move her body, but the awkwardness faded on its own as her body’s muscle-memory was tweaked to feel as if her breasts were always so enormous.

“Mother of GOD!” Maya gasped as she felt her mighty mounds with both anxiousness and joy. They were soft, warm, and every squeeze to her gelatinous flesh sent ripples of warmth through her body. Pausing for a moment, she went to confirm if reality had truly shifted by finding her framed picture of her and Eric on their wedding day. A squeal of shock and enjoyment echoed throughout the house as she was presented with what looked like a shopped image of her now gigantic bosom so delicately dressed in her white wedding gown she had worn in the picture. Rushing to her family albums, her eyes widened in pure shock at her pictures of her younger days. At age 13, the day she was starting middle school in her adorable sailor uniform, the young Maya looked the same with her two pigtails and slim figure…save the D-cup breasts she had. Diving further back in the years’ photos, she found that in fifth grade she was a C cup, and in kindergarten she had a somewhat disproportionally puffy chest of A-cups that made her out of place compared to her friends in the pictures.

“Okay…calm down, Maya,” she had to remind herself with her heart racing and her smile ear-to-ear. Licking her lips in excitement, she decided to test another aspect of the device while returning to it. The adjusting section for ‘age’ was different than for breasts. Rather than have a dial, it had a digital display showing ‘34’ in a small, red-lit LCD screen typical of any switchboard with two adjusting buttons: one arrow pointing down and the other up. Biting her lip in uneasiness, Maya pressed the down-button once, a dull beep issuing from the switchboard as the number now said ‘33’. Oddly, she didn’t feel anything. Nervousness matched with eagerness got the better of her as she pushed the button repeatedly. In a rapid staccato of beeps, the number reduced to ‘25’ after the Japanese housewife paused. Her breasts hadn’t changed in any way, so the only thing to do was to check the wedding photo again. Hesitantly she peered at it…

…And was rewarded with a new image that made her giddy yet perturbed. Her husband looked the same as he did that day, but next to him was a bride that wasn’t there originally. Instead of the busty 24 year-old from the first tampering of reality, there stood a petite (save her H-cup breasts) and shorter 15 year-old girl whose smile and enthusiasm was no less than it was when she was originally 24 that day.

“Wait a sec,” Maya blinked. “If I was 15 then, how could I have met Eric?” she wondered. At 15, Maya was still in high school, and hadn’t even skipped a grade. Furthermore, state law decreed the age of marriage 16 and up, and age-of-consent was 18. “How could this have…UNLESS-!” Maya’s eyes widened as she rushed to her PC, plugging in a flash-disk hand-labeled in Kanji for ‘Diary’.

“This should explain some things…” Maya said to herself as she opened up her folders of diary entries. She’d been fortunate enough as a middle-schooler to have a family PC for homework, and had always kept a digital diary since the age of 13 that she had kept secret from her parents using her early adeptness with computers. Going back to her first entry, the confusion of the changes began to all make sense…

‘November. 3, 2001
I’m going to start making a diary as of today. I’d never really given it thought, but considering all that’s happened in my life recently I suppose it’ll be good to look back at it all in years to come. I know, I sound like Mom saying that~!

To begin with, I’m adjusting to college life quite well. I’m still totally in shock that I’m only 13 and yet I’ve already graduated high school. I feel kinda scared among all the grown girls and boys in the campus, but sticking to my studies keeps me distracted from the looks everyone gives me. Not just because I have giant boobs that few girls in the campus even have (and I’m still growing! Yikes!), but that I score 90s to perfect 100s in all my papers doesn’t go unnoticed either. What’s more, the people I’m getting along with the most are professors. I guess I’m too ‘mature’ for my age and so it makes sense that I find it easier to confide in adults my parents’ age and up than in college students in their 20s. I’ve even taught THEM a thing or two on programming.

Like Mr. Yamada, who’s been working with IT stuff since the 80’s. He had me log onto a training computer with current-day system specs and put a fake worm cluster on it for programmer training. Apparently he didn’t want to tell me that it was actually an untested version of the program, so when I managed to firewall it and recover most of the infected data all by grafting my own countermeasures in just an hour, he was TOTALLY floored! In fact, he suggested I look into taking an extra class on security software: the ADVANCED one. I’m kinda hesitant with the workload, but it’s not like I have much of a social life to begin with. Most of the kids I grew up with in elementary school shut me out for my boobs being so big (well, it was the other way around dealing with the pervert boys!) and the few I could actually talk to weren’t really…you know…smart enough to have enthralling conversations with. Since I’m used to not having people my age to connect with, devoting myself to learning is all I can do.

Mom and Dad also said that if I my grades for the Fall Semester are at 95% and above, they’ll splurge and get me my own desktop with all the trimmings! Cool, huh? One other thing, Mr. Yamada also mentioned an upcoming internship for programmers. He said it would be good experience for me down the road if I was serious about working with computers. I’ll ask Mom and Dad about it after the winter holidays are over. Well, that’s all for now!’

Maya sat at her computer, just blinking at what she had read.

“I…I turned myself into a child-prodigy…!” She laughed slightly. “But…Am I still running my business making software?” she wondered as she scrolled through a few more entries in her digital diary log. After just over an hour and a half it all became clear. Maya never finished her degree but had started her business the following semester at 14, and it had exploded in net worth in such a substantially short time! Her meeting with her future-husband had been the same, more or less. In her diary there was more nervousness on her part being with a man mearly twice her age when they dated. More importantly, and shockingly at that, the reality-shift had overridden their new home-state’s laws. Age-of-consent was now 12 (something Maya winced at immediately) and minimum age for marriage was now 14. Her 10 years with her husband had not been diminished by her age-reduction, but merely…altered. An evil smile crept across Maya’s lips as she decided to play a devilish trick on her husband. She went back to the all-powerful switchboard and decided to make a few more adjustments.

Even though Maya was the tallest in her family at 5’6”, her husband was still a whole 10 inches taller. This didn’t bother then newly enyouthened woman, but what she did next was something she couldn’t pass up.

Setting the body-adjustment dial to ‘body’, Maya licked her lips at her next move as she clicked her way to her next big change. “I wonder how he’d feel about being married to an Amazon…?” Maya grinned to herself as she clicked her height’s increases. Her room seemed to grow smaller as she went from her original height to an even 6ft tall, and still growing. The sensations of her growth like a massage but not to her body from the outside, rather, it was as if a host of ghost hands were kneading her bones and flesh to stretch in all directions, as if she’d been cramped into such a small size she was never meant to be in. Click after click not only increased her height but her feeling of power as she had to bend over to keep turning the knob on the switchboard to counter her increase in size. Still growing, Maya finally had to get on her knees to still keep her transformation going until she finally snapped back to reality from her indulgence. She was bending forward a bit while on her knees now, her room looking like a child’s playroom with adult furniture. Taking a few deep breaths, Maya hesitantly stood up to her feet, the top of her long ebony hair grazing the ceiling fan’s blade as she winced a little in shock. She was gazing at her body and room now, she had to have been AT LEAST 7ft tall. Her king-size bed had already changed to accommodate her new gigantism and her closet door had apparently been custom-built to meet her size. Gulping, Maya rushed to the wedding photo to see what she looked like in this newly-altered world.

With a hearty laughter befitting a super-villainess in a movie, Maya cackled at the picture of her husband now dwarfed by his large-breasted, teenage bride who was a full two feet taller than him.

With a mere three hours and some change left until her husband’s return home, Maya decided to prepare mentally and fashionably for her big anniversary tonight...