[Crash Ichimonji]

Chapter 3

With only an hour left for Eric to arrive, the gigantic Maya donned her custom-made dress for the special night. The Amazonian Asian woman snickered at how large her beautiful dress was in comparison to her former dimensions. It was practically a silk flag compared to her former height of 5’6”! Her elegant shoes that were also specially designed were the size of basket balls each! And yet the craftsmanship and detail remained fine and chic.



As she dressed, Maya wondered how long she would keep up this charade as a large-breasted 20-something giantess. The idea of waiting until AFTER a round of sex at the Pompeii Palace would be the end of the run she decided. She wanted to at least know what it felt like to be so imposing in size while her hunky but far smaller husband made love to her.



Lost in her thoughts for a moment, a dong of her home’s grandfather clock alerted Maya that her beloved Eric would be home any second. Quickly she packed the switchboard and its instruction manual neatly in its box and made sure not to tamper with the switches as she secured it all.



The sound of the door-locks being disengaged at the front door brought a chill of excitement through Maya like a strike of erogenous lightning as she grinned.



“Maya!” Eric sang happily as he entered the house. A short silence preceded the husband to then say, “Where oh where could my gentle giantess be?” in a similar chirp.



“Ah, coming dear!” Maya called out, realizing how young and energetic her voice sounded now at 25. Her descent from the upstairs made a low, dampened thundering that only made her body electrify more in anticipation. Giddy as a school girl, she smiled ear-to-ear as she gazed down lovingly at her husband for the first time when on the same floor level as him.



“Oh my…!” Eric smiled with a blush before sweeping back some of his dirty-blonde hair. Maya loved her husband’s hair the moment she met him. Despite his professional life at work, Eric kept his dark golden locks of faint curling at neck-length with it being shorter in the back, On their first date Eric had bragged how so many women complained to him how they wanted their hair to be curly like his, only to feel guilty for being such a braggart when his future-wife said in a dead-pan fashion that she never desired such hair. But then she had responded with a grin,



“But you know, Eric…You look good with your hair curled and long,” she had winked at him. To this day Eric had kept his locks always in a long fashion, off and on over the past decade sporting back-length curly hair that Maya eagerly made into a neat braid that he sported with pride.



Smiling at his behemoth of a wife, Eric sauntered up to her legs that were easily wider than his shoulders, holding up his arms like a baby needing to be lifted. A crimson hue burned Maya’s cheeks and ears at the sight as she bent over a bit to hoist her husband into her arms effortlessly. Her size-increase had also made her stronger by comparison, though to Maya the ratio seemed the same of her weight-lifting abilities. Her smaller husband buried in her ample bosom that was half-exposed, Maya held onto Eric tightly as she felt her body electrify more with the powerful lust that grew within her. Poking his head above Maya’s cleavage, Eric smiled,



“What’s with YOU now, Mrs. Jefferson?” He then grinned slyly. “You seem to be blushing like a newlywed despite it being a whopping decade since you were one. What’s got you so giddy now?”



“Oh,” Maya looked to the side for a moment, trying to calm her still reddening cheeks. “I just feel so excited about tonight. I happen to have a few fun things planned for our more…intimate part of the evening, my little munchkin,” she added with mental hesitation at such a pet-name.



“I see,” Eric nodded as Maya let him back down. “Well then, I look forward to it, mistress,” he winked. Maya’s heart skipped a beat at his remark. Was it a teasing…or had she become the dominant one in the relationship over the years? Time would tell tonight…



“Well, in that case, get yourself ready so we can make the most of every second this evening, dear,” Maya mewed with a playful swat to Eric’s butt with her larger hand. A boyish eep escaped her husband’s lips at the light spank, and his body seemed to shudder a bit. The Japanese giantess paused for a moment, a bit confused at her man’s reaction. It was his turn to blush now, the look in his eyes alerting Maya that she may very well be the ‘top’ in this relationship. Or at least in the bedroom anyways…



Once Maya’s older and smaller husband had dressed in his silken attire for the evening and she had the switchboard inside its large colored tote-bag, Eric opened the door for her to leave first and then locked the door from the outside. As they headed to the car, something immediately alerted Maya to an unforeseen change to reality. Her Benz was now scaled up to what it once was to accommodate her size, but furthermore, it seemed that Eric’s Sedan was also enlarged.



“What’s wrong, Maya?” Eric looked up sweetly at his wife. “Did you want to take your Benz instead?”



“Um, no, I just…” she stammered a bit. ‘Act normal, idot!’ Maya mentally scolded herself. “How about you drive, sweety?” she turned to Eric with a loving grin.



“Well that goes without saying, my mistress,” he gave a curt bow that gave no sign of being anything less than honest. Maya followed in a repressed awe at her husband’s newly altered submissiveness. As she boarded the now larger car, she had to suppress a giggle at seeing her husband sit atop what looked like a car-seat stool that a toddler might use but was made for his size to give him a better view out the dash. As she buckled in, Maya became astounded further at the custom engineering the car had been given as Eric pressed a set of buttons that brought the pedals upwards to his feet from the normal position that must have been for Maya’s leg-length.



‘Wait,’ Maya wondered. ‘If he drove here in his Sedan, why would he adjust the seat’s pedals?’ She decided then to beat about the bush carefully. “You know,” she giggled. “You can keep the pedals and seat-stool in place. No need to adjust them for me, Eric-hunny.”



“What?” he looked at her with an honestly shocked expression. “But you always complain when the cars aren’t already adjusted for your size, Maya,” he blinked. “But…Is…Is it really okay? I don’t want you to be inconvenienced in the least, my lady…”



‘Oh GOD!’ Maya thought in shock. Eric looked like a child that had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar! This confirmed it! She had thoroughly house-broken him as his wife! Her size wasn’t all that changed, her husband was now subservient to her. It was empowering yet frightening. Perhaps she was overdoing it…



“Um, dear,” Maya coughed. “I just remembered something I left behind,” she smiled at him. “Give me a moment and I’ll be right back.”



“Oh no, Maya,” Eric pleaded. “Don’t worry, I’ll fetch it for you. What was it?” he smiled. This was getting out of hand…



“No,” the Japanese Amazon said sternly, her husband looking like a puppy that had been scolded. “I’m going to get it myself. Wait here,” she commanded as she left the car with the switchboard in her arms. Rushing inside, she quickly reopened the box and took out the switchboard, looking through the switches and knobs for the one she needed. She found it after a few seconds: the Default button. Pressing it, Maya felt a sudden plunge in place, as if in an elevator that dropped down fifteen stories in a split second. She felt a moment of dizziness as she had to readjust to being a 35 year old with C cup breasts and back to being 5’6”. With a deep breath she quickly went to her wedding picture and was rewarded with the fact that all was right with reality again.



Packing the switchboard up again Maya left their home, locked the door, and returned to her husband in his now normal-sized Sedan. He no longer looked like the submissive man from a moment ago, Maya’s heart melting in satisfaction of Eric being the way he was and should be...for now...



“Everything alright now?” he grinned as his lovely, shorter wife returned to her seat in the car.



“Yes,” Maya nodded as she planted a kiss on Eric’s cheek. “Everything’s alright now,” she said lovingly.



“Hm?” the bewildered husband blinked. “Something wrong?” he asked with concern.



“Nope,” Maya beamed. “I thought something was, but it was just my imagination. Now, let’s get this show on the road,” she smiled enthusiastically.



“Will do,” Eric nodded in assent with a grin, driving on.