Max Bigg was a definite success in the business world, but not in romance. Being 4' 9" seemed to hamper his chances in the singles scene, so he swallowed his pride and joined a matchmaking service. For a considerable extra charge, he gave all his pertinent information except his height, and insisted the woman "consider height unimportant." Madam Hola, the woman who ran the service, said few woman would respond to such a description.

"Then you don't get paid," he responded quietly. "I'm paying a lot extra to get results, remember?"

Weeks passed, then he finally got a response. Tina, a beautiful girl with brown hair sent him a photo and a description of herself, in which she noted, "I'm so glad you said that height was unimportant; that height thing is SO overrated." Her attitude seemed almost too perfect, but he didn’t question his luck. He quickly sent back his own photo and letter. He didn't have to worry about giving anything away. He was well proportioned, so there was no hint of his true size.

After awhile, they swapped videos. Hers had her standing next to a tree. There was no way to compare her size with anything, but he felt confident when he saw it. Her body was very voluptuous and thick, not the kind of body you see on tall women, who were always razor thin in the magazines. "Good," he thought, "I wouldn't want her too much taller than me."

Eventually they started having phone conversations. Tina had a cute voice and a mischievous sense of humor. Everything was going wonderfully. She knew everything about him except his height. He knew the subject couldn't be put off. Finally, he said, "Uh, Tina, would you like around-trip plane ticket to here?"

"Oh, and why do you ask, Mr. Bigg?" she responded coyly.

"Because I-I'd like to meet you in person."

"That sounds great, but why not make it a one-way ticket?"

"Are you saying you want to live here?"

"Yes, if it's as your wife."

Max was amazed. "Max, is everything okay? I hope I wasn't being too forward."

"Forward?" he finally replied. "No, everything's great! Are you sure you don't even want to meet me first?"

"Oh, I already know all I have to, Max. Do you mind?"

"Mind? I'm delighted. I can hardly wait."

"Me neither."

"I have to admit, I'm kind of surprised."

"Oh, you'll find I'm a take-charge kind of girl."

"Well, we'll just have to see about that later," he said smugly.

"Uh-oh, sounds like a challenge," she giggled.

"Hey, Tina," he asked. As long as we're going to tie the knot and all, I wonder if I could ask something personal of you..."

"Yes?"

"Could you send me a pair of your panties?"

She laughed. "Why Max, you naughty boy!"

"Oh, forget I mentioned it."

"On the contrary, I think that's very sexy of you. But I have to refuse. After all, I want to save SOME surprises for the wedding night."

***

Over the next few weeks, Max prepared for Tina's arrival, which would also be their wedding day. He was delighted that they'd be married right away, but still a little apprehensive about their meeting. She said she didn't care about height, but what if she knew just how short he was? Still, no matter what she thought of his height, it would be too late for her turn back.

An incident the week before the wedding calmed his fears, though at first he was just angry. It was a phenomenal bill on his credit card. He had given Tina permission to charge the cost of her wedding dress to it, but the price was more than double what he expected! Not wanting to confront Tina directly, he called the company responsible first. "Are you trying to rip us off? I've seen your catalogs and no dress you have is even half that price!"

"Monsieur," said the man on the phone, a bit flustered, "Surely you do not expect a woman of your wife's size to buy off the rack."

"My wife's size?"

"We could not even tailor a suit to her. She needed an original creation."

"If I may ask, how small are your regular wedding dresses?"

"As small as four-foot seven, Monsieur, but I don't see what--"

"Never mind." He hung up, feeling quite tall.

Come the wedding day, Max felt ridiculously frantic, despite the fact that he knew it was a cliché. Still, how many men these days actually meet their bride on the wedding day? Clyde, his best man, met him in the hall he'd rented. There were few guests, but the Hall was in a museum, so there were lots of people to view the event.

Clyde, his best man approached him. "Max, I picked up the rings, but I think they made a mistake with Tina's ring. It'll never fit her!"

"Is it too big or too small," he whispered.

"Too big."

"How do you know?"

"Max, this thing wouldn't fit on my big toe." Clyde wasn't much bigger than Max, but that still made for a ridiculously big ring.

"Well, we'll just give her my ring for now, and I'll wear hers. We'll change them later."

The music began, and Max approached the alter. He knew Tina would be approaching soon, and promised himself he wouldn't look until she stood by him. But when he heard gasps from behind him and saw the Justice of the Peace's eyes go wide he had to turn around.

He saw Tina entering, ducking her head to walk through a doorway that was over seven feet high. She looked exactly like she did in her photographs except that she was bigger than any man or woman he'd ever seen. The tallest man in the room didn't come up to her shoulders. She wore a lavish white wedding gown that was strapless, held up by her incredible bosom. She noticed his gaze and smiled wryly. Her dress was so wide at the skirt that it brushed against both sides of the aisle.

She finally stepped up to the aisle and he swallowed as he realized he didn't come up to her belly button. He had to step aside a little because he was becoming enveloped in the folds of her dress. He was about to say something when she looked down at him and winked, mouthing a silent phrase that looked like, "Consider height unimportant."

Max somehow felt he'd better go along with her. He felt a slight urge to speak up when the Justice said, "If there is anyone here who feels there is a reason this union should not take place, let him speak now or forever hold his peace," but a friendly warning glance from Tina made him decide to stay quiet. Tina gazed at him once more, when she had to mouth the words "I do" to guide her stunned groom through his speaking role, then it was time to present the rings. Clyde walked up gingerly and handed the rings to Max. Max was astounded. Hers seemed nearly twice the circumference of his. It looked like some kind of oversized earring. Yet when she held out her hand, it went over her finger snugly, even with difficulty.

Then the justice said, "You may now kiss the bride." Max looked up, up, at Tina, who smiled with anticipation, but did not bow down. People in the hall started littering when they realized Max's predicament. Finally, Tina reached out and lifted him up like a toy, giving him a kiss with her enormous lips. When she lowered him, he turned toward Clyde to see he'd made an early exit.

They walked to his car, saying nothing. He opened the door to his sports car, but she said politely, "I think we have a problem." She was right. The car seat was far too small to accommodate her. Suddenly, she reached in and casually tore the front seat out, dropping it on the sidewalk. She sat in the back seat, with her legs reaching all the way to the front. "This'll do, as long as you leave the top up." That was the last word she spoke before they reached his apartment.

***

Max fumbled nervously with his key. "I'd suggest a carrying across the threshold," she said, breaking the silence.

"I'm not going to carry you," he said quietly.

"That's not what I meant," she said with a grin, picking him up and taking him through the door in her arms.

"Hey," he protested. He walked away as soon as she put him down.

"Aw, what's the matter, Max. Aren't you happy now that we've tied the knot?"

"You know exactly what's the matter," he said, turning around. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"You didn't ask," she replied. "Besides, you're the one who kept saying 'height doesn't matter,’ remember?"

"Well," he said, "I imagine you're disappointed."

"On the contrary, Max, I think you're the cutest little thing. I knew you'd be small, but I had no idea you'd be THIS small."

He paused. "You...knew?"

She laughed. "Oh, come on, Max, what TALL man says his future wife should think height is unimportant? But that was okay by me. As long as you avoided the subject I didn't have to tell you how big I was, which may have made you back out."

"I'll say I would have."

"Now, now, it's too late to bow out, Max, and I'll let you know right now I didn't marry such a small man just to take insubordination from him."

"What do you--"

"Max," she said confidently," all this talk is nice, but don't you think we should start the wedding night?"

"I don't know..."

"You know, I really don't need your approval to start, but still...." She lifted her skirt, revealing two enormous, shapely legs."...Don't you find me even a 'little' bit attractive?"

"Uh, yes," he gulped.

"Good, let's get to the bedroom." She placed her hand behind his back and led him into it with a firmness that made him feel it would not be wise to resist her.

"Would you like to go first?" she asked.

Max started to back away. "Me? I'm not sure I--"

In a casual but swift manner she cornered him, kneeled down (which still made her taller, he noticed) and tore his suit off him in a matter of seconds, then jerked his underwear off. Max tried to cover himself, mortified.

"Why Max," she giggled, "You just seem smaller all the time."

"You wrecked a $500 suit," he complained defensively.

"My gosh," she said, "holding up the remains of his jacket to her chest, "All that money for so little material?

He looked uncomfortably at his jacket, which had fit him so well, failing to even adequately cover her enormous breasts. She looked like a woman who'd been surprised in the nude and could only find a washcloth to cover her.

"You may do well in business, but you look like one of those little men who's easily manipulated by sales ladies. Maybe I should handle the household finances for you."

"Now what makes you think--"

"Shh. You're cute, but that doesn't mean you can talk back to me like you used to on the phone. Now, ready for the big show? After all, you just treated me to the "little" show!"

He blushed and tried to cover himself again.

She removed her headdress and dropped it on him. It completely covered his head. When he got it off, he couldn't believe his eyes. Tina was seated on the bed in a silky beige nightie. Max gasped. He had wondered if her large wedding dress made her seem bigger than she really was, but she looked even larger half undressed. Her shoulders, he now realized, were not padded but were big, rounded and powerful, with arms to match. Even for her great height she was extremely big boned, and this made her capable of carrying a large amount of flesh and muscle. She must weigh at least 400 pounds, he thought to himself, but she's not a pound overweight.

Her breasts were enormous and completely natural, yet he had never seen firmer ones in his life; her nightie, rather than holding them in, seemed suspended by them as it draped over her full bosom, which had a smoothness broken only by the bumps of her impressive nipples. Above her neckline was an vast expanse of cleavage that seemed positively bottomless. Beneath her breasts, her torso curved in, giving her an hourglass figure, yet even at her thinnest point she seemed too wide for him to get his hands all the way around her. Her bottom was perfectly shaped, but so big he doubted she could sit in any chair with arms. Her legs were remarkably long and graceful, yet thick and obviously powerful; he figured her natural stride must be twice his.

Max didn't know whether to be afraid or ecstatic. She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, yet bigger than anyone he had ever imagined.

He was wondering what to do when she plucked his pants off the floor and examined them with an air of amusement. She then looked his naked body, she put her hand to her mouth and try to suppress a giggle. "What's so funny?" he demanded.

"I just had a thought," she said wickedly. "You seem a little uncomfortable like that. Would like to put some underwear on?"

"Yes," he said with relief, reaching for his briefs.

Her large foot stepped on them.

"Not THOSE tiny things, sweetheart. I mean a REAL pair of underwear." She lifted her nightie, revealing a huge pair of white panties that hugged her hips tightly.

"You-you've got to be kidding!"

"I don't kid with little guy like you. I make fun of 'em, of course, but I don't kid around."

"Those things will never fit."

"That's for sure, but I can't wait to see you try. I mean, what better way to demonstrate how much smaller you are than me? What SEXIER way?

"Oh, come on, Max, look at all this material. They'll offer you more coverage than that whole little monkey suit you had on."

"You're trying to humiliate me."

"Oh, no, Max, mother nature did that to you already. I'm just illustrating her point."

"I-I won't do it! I refuse!"

She beamed. "Ooooh, insubordination. My very first test as boss." He turned and ran, but he felt her giant hand on his shoulder before he reached the door. Her other hand went under his crotch, and she hoisted him up and flung him over her shoulder like a bag of potatoes. She carried him back to the bed and placed him on her lap, effortlessly pinning him down with one hand.

He felt her carefully place her long hand across his entire bottom. Out of the corner of his eye, Max saw her raise her right hand high, and then--He let out a yowl of pain as her palm slapped him with a blinding force. Surprised by his yell, she released him and watched as he hopped around, rubbing his tender backside. "Oh, my goodness, I was barely even trying. Do you think that was enough to hurt you.?"

"Yes," he said, wincing.

"I don't believe you. Turn around and let me look at it." He obeyed, and her eyes widened.

"Red as a beet! I guess that settles it. Aw, don't look so pouty. Do you think you've learned your lesson?

"Yes," he said, lowering his head.

"Well, okay, but I think I should give you a few more just so I don't appear too lenient." This time he didn't even have the time to run or the strength to fight her, not that it would have done any good. She gave him three more smacks, each more painful than the last.

"Hmm, I'd better stop for now. Your little tushy is more delicate than I thought, and I want it to always be in good condition for more discipline." She let him go, and for a few minutes, he could only think of the sting in his bottom. Finally, when he recovered a little he looked up to see his wife, who had not stopped eyeing him from the bed. In a few minutes time, she had transformed herself into his absolute master. Now she seemed pleased beyond description.

"You know," she laughed, "Now that I know that you're even punier and weaker than I imagined, I think I'm going to enjoy the married life. Just imagine, a husband who's my little toy to play with!

"Say, what's the matter, are you scared?"

Max was now shivering all over. "I-I'm cold!" he said.

"Well, we can't have you catching cold. I've heard cold air makes your you-know-what shrink, and this marriage is mismatched as it . Here, this should warm you up." She lifted her nightie and revealed her pretty white panties. "Remember these? Pretty snug fit, huh? These have kept me pretty warm. You should be all nice and cozy in them."

She slowly slid the panties down her long, luxurious legs and then started handing them to him. "I don't think I--!" he pleaded meekly.

"Gee, I was kind of thinking you ARE going to wear this. Are we having another disagreement?" He glumly went silent. "Good, I'm glad you don't want to start a fight on our wedding night, especially when the outcome would be so predictable. Here you go."

He held the panties at their corners, mortified by how far he had to spread his arms apart to do so. "They're a lot to take in, aren't they," she teased. "Now quit dawdling and put 'em on."

He stepped into them and held them up to his sides, but the bottom still hung underneath his crotch. "Nice try," she giggled. "Can't you even dress yourself?" Frustrated, he gathered up the material in his hands until the panties were snug. Tina seemed awfully amused.

"Nice try, big boy, but that's holding, not wearing. Remember, all I need to hold them up is my lil' o' hips. Hold out your arms." He did so and the panties landed at a heap at his legs.

She laughed. "If that's how you fill up my panties, how do you think you can do with me? Here, let me help." She grabbed the sides of the panties, lifting them past his shoulder, until she lifted him in the air. "There, a perfect fit!"

"Oww, he said, kicking his feet until as she suspended him by his crotch. She dropped him and the panties to the ground.

"Tell you what, sweetheart," Tina said, opening the drawer to his dresser, "Just to be fair, I'LL try on some of YOUR Clothes."

She picked his briefs and held them up for examination. She put them over one hand and was almost able to pull the elastic taught by spreading her fingers. "Oh, my," she giggled, "you can't be THIS small."

The voluptuous amazon crouched down and held the tiny briefs up to his crotch, giving him a teasing view down her cleavage. "Oops, I guess they ARE your size, maybe even a little big for you. I'll bet you like to fantasize that you're 'big' enough to fill them up.

"Well, maybe they'll fit me, then." She held them up to her crotch in a similar fashion. They were so tiny they didn't look like they could serve as a loincloth for her. Eve's fig leaf offered more coverage. She lied on her back and kicked of her heels, sliding them onto her feet. They got stuck on her calves. "Oh, brother how TINY can you get?" She gave them a tug and they shredded to pieces.

"Please stop it," Mike pleaded. "They're hard to find in that size."

"I know! You must need a microscope! Maybe I should just try to get them up on ONE leg." She took out another pair and snapped the crotch apart, sliding the whole waistband up one leg. It broke before she could get it much past her knee. "Well! I guess I'm just wider in the thigh than you are at the waist. They may be big undies for YOU, but they can't even cut it as a garter belt for ME.

"Now let's see how you fit into a pair of MINE." She reached under her skirt and pulled down a pair of enormous panties. She got on her knees--she was still taller than him this way--and held the panties up to his head until they completely blocked his vision of her. She lowered them for a second. "Peek-a boo! Now, hold still." She turned him around and placed her hand around his chest, lifting him as she stood up. Then she placed the panties under his feet with her free arm and dropped him into them, but both his feet went into one panty leg, and he found himself dropping through them to the floor.

"Oh, sneaking out of your half of the bargain?" said Tina in a reprimanding tone. "And after you made me try on your on your underpants! I'll bet you think you're pretty cute!

"Well, sweetheart, I don't think it's cute at all! If you treat panties like playgrounds maybe I should treat bottoms like SPANKING grounds!"

Mike tried to get up and make a run for it, but he knew it would do no good. In a moment, she would have him spread out on her gigantic lap as she disciplined with a hand that spanned his entire bottom...

The second spanking was not as hard at the first, but by now his tender little bottom was so sensitive that a few whacks made him bawl like a little baby. He was angry at himself, humiliated, but, like a little boy, the avoidance of further discipline was his main concern.

Confident and strong, She approached him with sympathy. "Aw, don't be so sad. I really like you, Max, but I have to establish who'd boss on our wedding night, else who knows how much trouble you'll give me. Now, like the Justice said, do you promise to love, honor, and obey?"

He nodded.

"Okay, on with them."

He walked over to the huge panties and stepped into them, felling embarrassed at how soothing the sheer material felt against his disciplined bottom. He knew there was no way for him to really wear them, so he did the next best thing. he grabbed them at the sides and pulled them out so the waist band stayed at hip level. Of course, he had to fan out his arms to do it.

"Come here."

He obeyed, finding he had to waddle inside her big undies, and she giggled with delight at his predicament. "Oh, Max, you look like a little girl trying to do a curtsy."

"Very funny."

"It sure is! Oh, Max, you should really see how small you look. I know, come out here to that big mirror in the hall." He obeyed, and she snickered again at the awkward little fast walk he had to execute to keep up with her giant strides.

"Wait, take them off before you approach the mirror," she commanded. He obeyed, relieved to be out of them for the moment. She picked them up and donned them. He was amazed to see how this voluminous lingerie fit her so snugly and easily, even straining to reach around her large thighs and considerable waistline. How could he ever cope with a wife so supremely bigger than himself?

"Come here to the mirror and take a look" she said eagerly.

He walked up to her and they compared themselves in the mirror. They both saw the same thing. A ridiculously little man standing beneath a magnificently gigantic woman. This looked like a kind or special effect or some sort of meeting or Guinness World Records, holders, not a husband and wife. He could just imagine all the gag captions newspapers could put under a photo of them. He knew from her amused grin that Tina was imagining much the same thing.

"Can we go now," he asked.

"Not yet, we still haven't done the coup de grace." She slowly removed her panties and held them out to him. Reluctantly, he put them on in the usual manner.

She started giggling uncontrollably and motioned him to check out their reflection. When he did so, he couldn't blame her for being amused. There stood a tiny man dressed in a pair of ladies nylon panties big enough to cover his whole body. Now it just looked like he was a little man trying to make it in a marriage with a normal-sized wife. Max had never thought it was possible to feel so reduced in size by a woman, let alone by his wife on his wedding night.

"Hoo-hoo, Oh, brother, talk about a 'pantywaist,' eh Max? If the girls back home could only see me now. I'd send a photo but they'd probably think it was trick photography. Still, who says a girl has to stop playing with dolls once she's married?"

He said nothing. She looked away from the mirror What's the matter, Max, aren't you happy? You've done real well, uh..." She reached down and pulled back the waistband from his stomach "...considering."

"Look," he said, "What do you like so much about this?"

She reached down and grabbed the panties, lifting him in the air, except not so forcefully as before. Surprised. He tries to keep his balance so he didn't flip over like an acrobat on a trapeze.

"Like? What isn't there to like Max? As I said before, you're the cutest little man, and I love the way you try to disobey me and the way you get embarrassed when you do obey me. You're the stubborn type, and I just know I'm going to have to find all sorts of new ways to discipline you."

She lifted him facing her, so he couldn't see where she was walking, but he knew it was back to the bedroom. "You mean, this is what you wanted?"

She stood over the bed and turned the panties over, emptying him out of them like he was the contents of her purse. Dazed, he looked up at her goddess-like figure, knowing what was coming next.

But first, she put the panties on him once more, then put her hand underneath his bottom and pushed him into a sitting position on it. She lifted him in the air so he was seated on her hand with his back to her, feeling her warm, powerful breasts behind his head. She walked up to the bedroom mirror for a final comparison before returning to the bed.

He looked at their reflection in the mirror again, this time, he saw her whole form outlining his little one, and he felt even tinier than before.

"Face it, Max, what other woman gets to hold her husband in the palm of her hand?"

Then she walked back to the bed, emptied him out again, and finished playing with him.

He woke up the next morning to the sound of music. For a second, he remembered nothing, then he wondered if it had all really happened. Then he looked at the gigantic woman laying next to him in his bed and her remembered. She had awakened before him, and had dressed herself in pink night shirt that went halfway to her knees. She was sitting up in bed, but her feet still stretched beyond his. "Good morning, Max," she said looking down at him with a smile, "Welcome to your first full day of the married life.

He shrank back a little, causing her to laugh. "Now, don't tell me you went to bed dreaming you were bigger than your wife, did you?"

"I-I guess I forgot."

"Looks like I'll have get it stamped on your brain, sweetie. I know! would you like me to save you the trouble of getting up for breakfast?"

He brightened. "Breakfast in bed? Sure!" Maybe, he figured, Tina was domineering at night but subservient by day.

"Hold on there, half-pint, I didn't say anything about breakfast in bed. I just said you wouldn't have to get up." She reached under her nighty and produced a huge pair of pink silky panties. "I think you know what to do." With an air of helpless resignation, he put them on, holding them by the waistband as usual.

"Oh, save yourself the trouble. I'll handle it." Her hands grabbed the elastic as she lifted him of the bed and began walking him around. "See? I told you wouldn't have to get up. Not with Air Tina at your service. I think you'll agree the wider crotch in these panties makes for a much more comfortable flight than last night."

Max wasn't sure he was being catered to or mocked or both, but he decided to take it in stride. "Well this isn't exactly a flight, but I do appreciate the lift."

"Oh, you don't think it's a flight, do you, fly-boy? Maybe THIS will convince you." She entered the center of the living room and began to wave her arms to and fro, rocking the tiny man left and right.

"Hey, watch it," he yelped, but she was already in full swing. Her arms would fly far out to her right, lifting him up, up, until he was almost horizontal, then she'd swing her arms to the left. For a second, inertia would keep him going right and he'd get bumped to the other side of her panties as they caught him and took him swinging in the other direction. Then Tina started spinning in circles, holding him out at arm's length in front of her. Her speed was incredible--he figured his weigh must feel negligible to her--and the centrifugal force was incredible. Max held on to the loose-fitting panties as hard as he could, knowing full well that he could fly out of them and get killed at any moment.

Then she suddenly stopped in a sudden motion that sent him jerking back in forth. Before he knew what was happening, she started making 360 degree loops with her arms, sending him completely upside-own. Only the speed of her loops kept him from falling out. "Good thing there's a high ceiling in this room, eh, Max?"

Finally, she stopped. She was slightly exhilarated with her effort, but he continued to wobble and vibrate for a full minute, and even then he didn't regain his sense of balance. ""Whoa! Was that a bumpy flight or what, Max?" He just lightly groaned in response. "That was a good way to aerobacize in the morning, don't you think? Maybe I'll get one of those videos that show women how to exercise with their baby. You're just about the right size for that.

"But before we forget, time for breakfast." She walked him into the kitchen and placed him on the chair at the table. Grateful for the respite, He looked at his meal, which was gigantic. "Sorry, she said, anticipating his remark, "I'm used to cooking for one. Now that I'm married, I guess I'll have to cook for one and half." He picked at the meal. Even if he had a big appetite he'd have trouble eating this much, and Tina's roller-coaster ride had left him with little stomach for anything. Still, he did his best to make it look good, afraid of what she might do if he ignored it.

"My goodness, you barely touched it. I guess it's true can live as cheaply as one when one of 'em's as puny as you. "She picked up the plate and brushed its considerable remains into the trash. Anything else you'd like?"

"Well," he said hopefully, "Now that you mention it, can I, uh, get out of these..."

"--Oh. Sure." He breathed a sigh a relief until her saw her take off her night shirt. "Here," she said, handing it over, "you can wear this instead." He tried to think of a way to talk his way out of it, but common sense prevailed. He pulled it over his head, and had to be careful that the neckline didn't drop completely around his body. On her the tails went less than halfway to her knees, but on him they scraped the ground.

She walked into the living room. "Come here, will you--and don't drag my nice night shirt on the floor!" He lifted the tail like a woman in a muumuu trying to cross a puddle, and he noticed that she turned around just to watch his efforts. "Good boy, you're learning fast."

She looked around the place. "You know, Max, this place is okay for a bachelor. Bachelors don't need much room." She looked down at him. "At least some don't. But now that you're married I'm going to need something a little more MY size. We're going to get a house."

"I can't afford--"

"I SAID we're going to get a house, Max. I think I should handle all big decisions in this partnership. You're a nice little guy, but a munchkin like you is too easily pushed around. You need someone to take charge in your life."

"It doesn't make a difference if I can't--"

"You WILL be able to afford it by the end of this week, Max, or I'll have to discipline you. And you already know how harsh I can be for minor indiscretions. Just imagine how I am on major ones.

"First we need to turn all your finances over to me. Then you'll arrange to have all your paychecks deposited into my account. Go get me one of your paycheck stubs."

He obeyed, and she examined it critically. "Oh, know, this is much too small. I can live with an undersized husband, but an undersized income is another matter. First thing Monday, you're going to get your salary doubled."

But that's imposs--"

"DOUBLED, Max, or you won't like what I have in store for you, I guarantee.

"Now," she added, after a pause, "how about my turn?" She walked into the bedroom and sat down on the bed, waiting. "How about breakfast?"

"You-you want ME to carry you?"

"Hee-hee. Oh, no, silly, you're much to small for that. Just fix me breakfast and bring it to me in bed. And don't forget, I eat a LOT for breakfast. And remember, don't get my nice new nice shirty dirty."

He walked into the kitchen wondering how he could cook with one hand while keeping her shirt of the floor with the other.

***

Before the marriage Max had thought that the first work day after his Honeymoon would be a chore, but now it came as a positive relief from the rather intense experience Tina subjected him to. Yet he had to admit it was thrilling to have a wife of her size, beauty, and sexual appetite. Now that he was in his business suit and office, he felt more like a man with a secret conquest than a belittled husband. Suddenly, all his friend's wives and girlfriends seemed puny in comparison. It made him feel superior, and this gave him a feeling of power he had never felt before.

It paid off the first day of work, and he drove home feeling flushed and proud. Suddenly it all seemed so simple, he thought. After all, if a man can make an entire corporation dance to his tune, how much harder could it be do it to a wife. no matter how big she was?

He strode into the house confidently. "Good evening, Max. How's your little business life going?" She was dressed in a classic '50s housewife dress-and-apron combo, and he had to admit that his day among normal people had made him forget how much bigger she was than him. He demure dress added to his confidence but she herself still made him uneasy, like a combination of "Leave it to Beaver" and "Gulliver's Travels."

"Here. Something to relax you." She held out a glass of wine to him. He had hoped she would stay in the living room, but she drifted back into the kitchen, and he felt obliged to follow her using the quick little steps that a boy uses to follow his mother around. He couldn't help noticing that the floor that creaked and groaned under her heels didn't make a sound when he followed in her footsteps.

He resolved not to lose his edge and decided to park it on the kitchen table. Sitting down, she would seem not so much bigger than him as she did when she was standing up.

He paused. "What happened to the kitchen table!?"

"Oh, I went out this morning and replaced them. I know these places that supply furniture for decent-sized people, not that midget size you and everybody else uses. It costs more, but it's worth it, don't you agree?"

He scanned the table and chair set. It was much like the one he'd had before, but was nearly 50% bigger all around. Standing up, the seats were at his waist level, and he could barely see over the tabletop. "Well, climb into your chair and tell me how it feels."

As light as her tone was, he felt he was being challenged again. Not wanting to back down, he climbed up into the chair. He reflexively kicked his free legs like a little boy until he willed himself to stop. "Well?' she intoned.

"Feels, uh, big," he concluded.

"I'll bet you like that. I'M big, and you feel me up as much as possible, at least when I let you." She pointed to a part of her chest. "See that? It's my watermark."

"Your watermark?"

"The highest point you can grope me without my bending down. Aww, what a pity. My tittys are just out of reach. That must be awfully frustrating for you. Of course, I like my men frustrated, Makes 'em nice and eager. Speaking of which, did you go after that promotion like I told you?"

"Yes," he said, regaining his confidence, "I went after MY promotion like I wanted. I now have a bigger office, a bigger title, and a bigger salary."

"Wow, you're getting bigger in every but one," she commented with a grin. "100% bigger, right?"

"Um, well, we negotiated a 60% raise."

"Max," she said with a sigh, "60% is NOT 100%. How am I supposed get by on a puny raise like that."

"Wait a minute, here, 60% is not a puny raise!"

She walked up to him, picked him up, and stood him on the floor. "I'm wearing my heels right now, making you 60% of my height. Do you think your "close" to my size?"

He looked up at her, her head nearly blacked from his view by the swell of her impressive bosom. He swallowed. "Oh, okay, I guess it isn't so close. Anyway, it doesn't matter. It's my money, and it's going to stay that way."

She was actually silent for a moment, surprised by his defiance. "My goodness. I'm impressed. I didn't think you had it in you. There's so little room for it in you."

"You're teasing doesn't matter. I realized today that you may boss me around here, but at my job I'm my own man. You can order me all me all you want at home, but at work I handle my own finances."

She smiled. I don't know whether to call you brave or stupid." She opened a drawer, took out a tape measure and checked his height. "Yep. Definitely stupid."

"Do your worst. Tomorrow I'm my own man."

"Oh, really," she said skeptically.....

***

The next day, Tina was doing the dishes when she heard the clock strike three. As usual when she did housework, she was nude except for her panties, high heels, and at the moment, an apron. She wondered how Max was handling his day. Surely he was supposed to move his office as well as get briefed on his new staff and duties and perks. Definitely a lot is expected of a man on his first day of a new position. Suddenly a little tug on her apron answered her question.

She glanced down to see the plaintive form of Max, dressed in nothing but a pair of her outsized white panties, as he had been since he made his stand against her yesterday evening. "Oh, hello, sweetheart. How're things 'holding up' on your end, my little lower-level executive?"

"Tina, please!" he begged once more. "I have to go to work! I spent the entire day yesterday negotiating this promotion. If I don't show up I'll be in big trouble."

"Oh, you're in big trouble, Max, big trouble and big panties," she replied lackadaisically, "and they're both too much for you to handle, I'd say."

The phone rang yet again. Max, still clinging to the panties, looked at it with desperation. He started to approach the phone, but Tina inserted a finger into the back of his waist band. After a few feet, the pulled taught and he found himself walking in place across the smooth tile of the floor. "Don't bother, you've got your hands full as it is," Tina ordered calmly. "The answering machine'll get it."

"Max, this is Stan," the voice on the line said impatiently. "This is the fifth time today I've called. Where ARE you? You'd better have an explanation for this behavior or you'll lose your promotion AND your job."

"Gee, he sounds pretty PO'd," she said with mock sympathy. "I ought to tell him about my panty discipline. Puts an unruly executive right in place."

"Tina, please stop this! This is like torture!"

"Oh, come on," she said, whisking aside her apron and showing her identical pair of lacy white panties. "What could be more relaxing than spending the day lazing about the house in your undies? They're so clingy and form-fitting, don't you agree?"

"No," he replied with frustration.

"Oops, that's right, they are a little, uh, roomy on you. But you do make up for nicely it by holding them up with your hands like that. I wish I could do that, but they're just sooo tight on me." She gave him a playful little bump with her hips, nearly knocking him over.

She reached down and lifted him by his armpits until she had his billowy panties at crotch level. "Yes, housework is a chore, but there's nothing like a pair of panties to make you feel dainty and feminine. And look, they breathe so well. She blew on them, and he felt her cool breath right on his groin, exciting him.

"Uh-Oh, looks like your little wee-wee just swelled a little. But they still have plenty of room. I'd help you with that, but it's work now, play later. Besides, I'm still mad at you."

She put him down again. "Tina, at least let me lie down. I'm exhausted."

"Now, that's not very 'big' of you, Max. I'm doing all the real housework, and all you have to do is follow me around and keep me company. Surely that's a responsibility even a little man like you could carry out."

"Tina, come on, My arms are nearly dead from holding these things up."

"Gee, they'd better not be, 'cause I told you I'd give you a paddling every time you let your little butt start to show, and, you KNOW by now I wasn't kidding," she said, waving a wooden spoon menacingly.

Max thought of his poor bottom, still smarting from the several times in the last 20 hours that she had caught him "not holding up his half of the bargain," as she put it. "At least can I have something to eat? You haven't given me anything all day."

"Okay, but only if you sit up at the table. I won't abide by bad manners from my little man."

It'll be a pleasure, he thought, but as he approached the chair he realized he had a problem. Tina's new chairs were so high off the floor that he had to climb into one, but the seat was slick and hard and tilted slightly forward. His feet didn't touch the floor, so he had no leverage to stay on, while the silky material of the panties slid frictionlessly down it every time he tried to sit.

She sat on a chair at the opposite end with a an ease that made him embarrassed and envious. "Tch-tch, Max, I see you're just playing around to get my attention. If you can't sit up straight I don't see why I should feed you."

Max gave up and went back on the floor. "Tina, how long are you going to keep me here?"

"Oh, you're free to go anytime, just so long as you don't bring anything but those panties with you. You'll look real cute hitching rides or passing memos."

"I can't go like this!"

"Then put me in charge and you can have your wallet, keys, and suit back, though personally, I'm not sure I should let you have the power suit. It made you act too big for your britches." She tugged playfully at his panties. "No chance of you acting that way now, eh, pee-wee?"

He wiggled back and forth with her motions like a palm tree in the wind. "Tina--"

"Yes, I guess I'd call that little number your 'powerless suit.' Or maybe your 'power panties,' except that they've got the power, not you. What do you think? Not that it matters.

"How'd you like to be on the cover of FORTUNE dressed like that? How many CEOs do you suppose can't halfway fill their wife's panties, hmmm? You may be a bigwig at corporate headquarters, but you're just a little pip-squeak in this house, and that's all you'll ever be."

She walked into the bedroom and came out with his suit. His heart rose for a second, but the smirk on her face told him she was up to no good. She held it up to her nearly naked body, and it looked ridiculously small. "Yes, this is the little combo that gave you such misplaced confidence in yourself. Personally, I don't know what all the fuss is about..." She took out the shirt and forced her huge arm into it, bursting it at the seams. "...It seems kind of inadequate to me."

"Tina, no! I need that!" She ignored him and continued. She maneuvered her remaining arm into the other sleeve, bursting it as well and splitting the whole shirt up the back. She destroyed his jacket in a similar manner, her arms going well past the burst cuffs. Finally, she forced his trousers on, completely shredding them by the time they reached her waist. She looked like the She-Hulk on a job interview.

"You know, this suit seemed kind of restraining at first, but it's ice and loose now. Kind of breezy, though."

"Tina, please be reasonable, if I don't make money, YOU won't get any money."

"Oh, so now it's MY money, eh? That's a step in the right direction, but I'm not worried. I'll just spend your money 'til you do go broke, then sue for divorce. You'll be expected to keep up alimony payments, of course."

"You would sue ME for divorce?" he said, outraged, "when I could--"

"What? You'd tell a judgy-wudgy about our little PANTY GAMES?" That would be something for Court TV!"

He reconsidered. "Now, wait--"

"Maybe they'd call it 'Elf Vs. Amazon" or "Sam, you made the Panties too Wide." They're so clever with those titles, don't you think?"

"Listen, just forget I--"

"Oh, and pictures! You'd never lose with those."

"What pictures?"

"These," she said, pulling a camera out of a drawer. She began snapping shots of him as he tried to run out of range.

"Oh, camera-shy, eh? Come back here, I want to photograph you in your legal briefs."

It was only because she was rocked with laughter that he was able to make a temporary getaway down the hall; he had to admit that he must look even more ridiculous running in her panties than he did standing in them.

Just the same, he knew she wouldn't be far behind, and even at an easy pace her mammoth legs could carry her quickly. There weren't man places to hide in the apartment, even for him. For her, it would have been impossible. (Not that she'd ever have a reason to, he thought.)

He looked into the bedroom, and saw his chance. She had purchased a hamper for her laundry. Like her, it was huge, big enough to fit him. He heard her huge feet going down the hallway, remembering that one of her strides was equal to more than two of his.

He opened it up and dived, in, almost sinking to the bottom. Small wander. It was all panties and lingerie! She must have a huge collection, the thought; No wonder she keeps making me wear them. She must've had a panty fetish since she was a kid.

He tried to close the hamper top, but the sheer, silky material in the hamper made it hard for him to get a foothold. He couldn't get out now if he wanted to.

Finally, he managed to get a hold on the top and shut it just as she walked in. "Oh, Max, where are you? I know you're hiding in some little corner, but I'll find you. It'll be a lot easier on you surrender yourself peacefully. I've got you outnumbered one to one."

Max cowered in the hamper, slipping and sliding among her underthings and praying he wouldn't make any noise. He heard her voice rise and fall as her search took her closer or further from the hamper. "Max, where are you little dickens. You're still defying me, but now you're running where before you were standing up to me. You're showing more common sense all the time."

Max heard her voice get closer and began to panic. He started to draw the panties up around him in a ball, hoping it would make him invisible if she started to search. Her voice started to sound suspicious. "Hmm, now WHERE could you go? You're not under the bed, and you're not in the closet. Well, whaddya know, I forgot to do the laundry. A girl can get so busy, looking after her little husband all day. He can be such a little handful!"

He saw light trickle in as she opened the hamper top. "Say, I don't remember needing this much laundry done." He felt the hamper rise into the air. "Hmm, just a little heavier than I'm used to, too." She shook it, and he jostled around. Just how strong could she be?

"Well, guess I should start sorting. The top opened a gain, and he didn't dare look, but he could tell she was taking things out one by one. "Let's see, non-husband, non-husband, non-husband..."

He felt cold air filter through the panties against his skin, and he knew she had uncovered him. "...Ahh, sweetheart! I know you're a dirty little guy, Max, but you don't have to go prove it! C’mon, get up."

Max was petrified. He didn't move somehow hoping she might still go away. He felt her grab the panties and lift them into the air with him inside them. "Max, can you hear me in there? I know I was joking when I said you could get lost in my panties, but it looks like you really did it."

She dropped him back into the hamper. "I'm sure you had a nice field trip, but it's time to come home. Come on out or I'll be forced to paddle you out." He sheepishly drew out his legs and stood up, then fell over as he lost his balance standing on the slippery underthings.

"Hahaha, Max, look at you!" He stared down His waist was coming out of one of the leg holes of the panties, while one of his legs was coming out the waistband. "I swear, you're so little you could make that thing into a pup tent! Now, put it on right..." she made a massive bicep..."or do I call out the big guns?"

Max scrambled to get them on right before he got another spanking. In his haste, he fell over a few times and even got it wrong again. Finally he stood up. "Inside out," she chided, lowering them and delivering a whack to his bottom. He winced from the pain and changed again. She spanked him again--harder this time--and rolled her eyes. "Now, they're backwards! Max, if you can't fill 'em out, at least pretend to know how they go on!"

He changed once more, not moving as fast as he wanted to because he was nearly crying from the pain. "Well, THAT sure took long enough. Is there any wonder I don't treat you like a full grown man, Mini-Max?" She leaned over and sniffed him with curiosity. "Why Max, you're panty-scented now! What will the boys at the office think?"

"You-you mean I can go back? I can have my clothes?"

"Well, you've still got one suit left. But you have to agree to my terms."

"No!" he said with his last ounce of defiance. "It's my money, not yours!"

"Have it your way, panty waist, but I'm sure your boss is getting mighty peeved at your absence. Now, time for the fashion show."

"For the rest of the afternoon, she set the automatic timer on the camera and took dozens of pictures of the various panty games she'd come up with as well as some new ones. By putting the camera on the floor and tilting it up she looked like the giant's wife subjecting Jack to some serious panty-play.

Most of the shots were comparison shots, with her making him stand in front of her, side-by side, or facing her looking up as she posed confidently in her panties while and he meekly held up his. Then she did some comic poses, like leaning over, pulling his waistband out and laughing at what she found inside. She tied a blue teddy around his neck like a cape and then lifted him by the back of his panties, making him throw out his hands like Superman flying. Finally, she shot a series of photos of her spanking him, which she took until the camera could pick up the redness of his cheeks.

When she was done, he stood blubbering once more. "There, there," she said sympathetically as she lifted the corner of his panties up to his eyes to wipe his tears. "That was just for demonstration purposes. You have to admit, it looked a lot more convincing once I did it for real."

She divvied up the photos between them. "So we both have evidence." He knew she had him now.

"You'd really show those photos to a court?" he asked.

"No, you'd be more likely to do that. I'd probably show them to your friends, your relatives, or your boss. Or I could always mail them in to a big tabloid newspaper. They love little photo opportunities like you. You'd be even bigger, so to speak, than that Bat-Baby character. 'The Little Panty Slave Husband,' or something like that. Of course, these photos would look much better in color. Shows off the panties."

His heart sank as she walked into the living room and began to study the photos. He shuffled after her and looked at her humbly. "Do you have something to say, Max?"

"Yes," he said quietly. "You're the boss. I'll do whatever you want inside the house or not."

She smiled. "Oh, Max, that's so sweet of you to see the light. You're going to have your checks put in my account?"

"First thing tomorrow. Assuming I still have a job then."

She picked his unresisting body up and cuddled it. "Of course you will, little Max. Lots of mothers keep their children home from school now and then. This isn't much different."

He felt a great sense of relief at no longer having to walk around with his arms up. His body went limp and he basked in the warmth of her great body. "I'd better call my boss while there's still time," he said groggily.

"You'd better let me. You're voice sounds all tired and weepy. He might think you were drunk. Besides, a wife knows how better to handle these things." She stood him up on the floor picked up the receiver. "Hello, may I speak to Mr. Jackson? This is Mrs. Bigg."

Max' boss picked up almost immediately. "Mrs. Bigg, where has your husband been all day?"

"Mr. Jackson? I'm sorry I didn't call sooner. I'm afraid Max has been occupied all day," she said, gloating at Max with his hands holding up her panties. "Oh, you know how Max is, he decides to take on a BIG project, and soon..." With her free arm, she pulled the panties up until the covered the top half of his body, "He's in over his head."

"A project? This was supposed to be his first day at the executive position he demanded!"

"Well, you know how Max is. Instead of hanging out with the office boys he'd rather spend the day around the house making his wife happy." Max started to speak up, but she leaned over and smacked his bottom, silencing him.

"Oh, that noise? I just had to give Max a hand for a second. I'm afraid he really has taken on more than he could handle."

To further quiet him she held the phone between her shoulder and ear while she picked Max up by his underwear and swung him. "What's he working on? I guess you could say it's a hammock," she giggled, swinging him.

"Max, a handyman? I didn't think he was the type."

She put her hand over the mouthpiece and whispered, 'more like a hanky man in that thing, eh, Max?' " She removed her hand. "Oh, you'd be surprised Mr. Jackson. Max is a whole different man around the house." She made a "teeny-weeny" sign with her thumb and forefinger as she said this.

"Well, all right. But tell him I want to talk to him first thing in the morning."

"There," she said, "That ought to take care of everything." She picked Max up by the panties, and he was so exhausted physically and emotionally that he was grateful for it. She took him into the bedroom. lied him down in bed and tucked him in. "Little man, you've had a busy day, but I think you've learned your lesson."

She kissed him on the cheek and turned out the lights. Early as it was, he fell asleep almost immediately, abashed at his utter defeat, but relieved that his ordeal was over for the time being.

The next day, Max came home in the same sharp suit, but this time he appeared uncomfortable and irritable. "Rough day at the office, big boy?" Tina asked.

"Look, can I just get out of these first?" he asked. "They're killing me."

"How about you just take your suit off? That way you'll at least be comfortable without walking around the house indecent." Max nodded with relief and reached under his belt to pull up the massive material of Tina's panties, which had been concealed beneath his business suit in folds all day.

"Ahh," he said with a sigh. "Those things had bunched up on me all day. I was in agony.

"Well, I didn't want you to forget your place again," she reminded. "This way you stay a slave and no one at work is any the wiser."

"Barely!" he shot back. "I couldn't even go to the bathroom. Those things hung down so low someone checking the stalls might have seen them. And no way could I go to the gym or the steam bath."

"My nice new panties in a steam bath? I should hope not! Hey look, you look like a businessman ballerina! Off with the suit or tuck your underwear in again!"

He looked down at the pink skirt her hanging panties formed, and groaned. Once again, he stripped to nothing but the giant panties, and once again, she giggled with delight. "Don't you ever get tired of the sight of me in these things?"

"As long as you can't fill them up I do, and there's no way you can ever do that. You remind me of the time I dressed my regular sized Ken doll in the panties of my super-sized Barbie. But enough small talk. Did you do as you were told today?"

"Uh, yes, all the money goes into your account now. I claimed it was some sort of a tax strategy."

"Sure, it saves me from taxing your delicate little derriere. So why so glum? I know it's not just the humiliation. I see a little fear mixed in."

He looked down at the floor and started shuffling his feet. "I, uh, lost the promotion."

She took a decisive step towards him. "You what?"

He looked up at her towering form. "It was all over that disappearance yesterday! What could I say?"

"Not much, I guess."

"You mean, you don't blame me?"

"Of course I don't," she replied with sympathy. "You turned over a new leaf. It's just too bad your boss had to be so stubborn." "Phew. I thought you were going to spank me."

"Oh, I will," she said, scooping him up and carrying him under one arm to her chair, "It's really not good policy for a wife to make e

xceptions." He was plopped across her lap again, and as she began to discipline him he realized she intended to continue their conversation. "So, this boss is Mr. Jackson, right?" THWACK!

"OW! Yes" he replied."

"Hmm, and he seemed like such a nice man on the phone. "SLAP!"

"He--OUCH!--likes you. He said he would have fired me altogether if my wife wasn't so nice. He checks out your photograph on my desk a lot." He noticed she seemed to wait until it was his turn to talk before spanking him.

"Hmm, maybe I'd better have a talk with Mr. Jackson. Is he taller than you?"

"Yes--OW!"

"Well, actually, who wouldn't be? How big is he exactly?"

"He's--OUCH-- about 4', 11"."

"Oh goody, another little man with a big ego. I should have guessed." She set him down and patted his head. "Never you worry. I think I can straighten out everything."

He wiped away a tear of pain. "You think-snf-you can just call him and talk him out of it?"

"Oh, no, I was thinking more like inviting him over." She lifted her tiny husband gently by the panties. "Would you say he's about your size?" she asked with a grin.

The thought of Mr. Jackson being on the receiving end of his massive wife's panty domination pleased him immensely. "There's no way he'll do justice to these," he replied. "But do you really think you can talk him onto coming over?"

"Are you kidding? Just watch." She dialed his home phone number. "Mr. Jackson? It's me, Max' wife."

"Oh, Tina," he replied "Look, I'm sorry about what I had to do, but your husband doesn't seem to take his business very seriously."

"On the contrary, Mr. Jackson, I think it was wonderful that you let him keep his job after all that trouble we caused you. We really need the money."

"Well, I'm glad you're taking it that way. I certainly wouldn't want to upset you, Mrs. Bigg. I've seen your photograph, and your face is as lovely as your voice."

"Oh, that photograph doesn't BEGIN to do me justice, Mr. Jackson, but please call me Tina. I'm really impressed with you as well, however. You're so forceful and confident, very becoming in a man. In fact, I'd love it if you could come over so I could thank you, uh, personally."

"Are you sure your husband won't mind?"

"Who said anything about a husband? It'll be just you and me. Like I said, personal."

"Call me Mitch, and I'll be over in an hour."

She hung up. "Well, I guess I should get something sexy on for our guest."

"You wouldn't--?"

"Now, do I look like an unfaithful wife to you? If I didn't like you why would I make you walk around in my panties? Still, you have to admit, I can be pretty thorough with a man without sleeping with him."

He looked down at his giant underthings. "No arguing that."

Max grinned at the thought of another man being on the receiving end of Tina's discipline. This evening might turn out to be enjoy able after all.

***

"Oh, Max! Come here and tell me how I look."

Max, still restricted to panties by a whim of Tina's (punishment for his demotion, she explained, but he suspected it was merely for her own amusement) slid off the chair and walked to the mirror, where he was astounded at the sight of his wife in a low cut, sophisticated black evening dress slit all the way to her waist. Her hair was dome like a fashion model's, and he face was thoroughly but tastefully made up. "You-you look beautiful," he said, staring up at her in awe.

"Why thank you, sweetheart." She "made a leg" by letting her right limb exit the dress slit sexily, revealing the platform black heels that added dramatically to her height. Max contemplated the mighty leg, round yet muscular, thick and curvy, possibly bigger than his whole body and certainly stronger. He turned and considered their reflection, with her looking so tall and sophisticated and him looking tiny and awkward, like a little boy being caught playing a naughty game of dress-up. She looked down at him with a wry smile. "Looks like I've got you standing at attention."

Max realized he was holding the panties open at the front, giving her an easy view of his excited groin. He quickly pulled them back. "He-he, sorry. I've had to dress up for you a lot, but I've never seen you get dressed up for me before."

"It's not for you, remember? But if you're real good, maybe we'll have some fun with me dressed like this later." She playfully swatted his behind. "Now run along, he should be here any minute now."

That's right, I should be getting dressed. Max started to head down the hall when he felt himself being lifted by the panties into the air. "Whoa, little guy. This is going to be between just me and the boss. I don't need you underfoot when I'm doing some high-powered negotiating."

"But Tina--"

"No buts." She deposited him in a closet looking in on the living room and locked the door. "This should satisfy you. You can see everything from here, but don't make a sound or everything I've done to you before will seem like a warm-up punishment in comparison."

The doorbell rang. "Right on schedule. He's a punctual little guy."

Max saw Tina open the door to Mitch Jackson, a man a few inches taller than Max but just as thin, with a receding hairline and glasses. He held a bouquet of flowers in his hand and wore an expression of pleasant anticipation. It was an expression that gave away almost immediately to astonishment when he saw the seven-foot four-inch (not counting heels and hairdo) amazon at the door. Mitch's gaze started at the gargantuan pair of shapely legs and then went up, up, up, until it reached the glamorous giantess's face several feet above him. "You-you're a--"

"Hi, Mitch, like the hair? Of course, it took you a while to get around to looking at it." Mitch's feet were frozen to the ground, but it looked like he might bolt and run at any second, so she grabbed him by the shoulder and guided him into the living room. He seemed to offer no resistance, not that it would have made any difference.

Tina practically plopped him down on the sofa. "So, do you think my picture did me justice? Most people say the camera adds ten pounds, but I find it's not true in my case."

He finally unfroze his mouth and began to talk. "You-you must be the biggest woman I ever saw. B-but Max is so-"

"M-hmm, but you know what they say, 'Viva la difference.' Still," she added while pouring them some wine," It would be nice to snuggle up to a man who is a LITTLE bigger, even a few inches bigger, eh, Mitch?"

She sat down next to Mitch, who felt squeezed into a vice by her hips and the arm of the sofa. "I guess I am a...big man compared to Max," he ventured.

"Oh, yes. Wouldn't it be something to be able to satisfy a woman of my stature? That'd be something every man would like to try once...or twice."

Mitch took his wine glass and began to look confident. Max began to worry that Tina's flirtations were for real. "You know," said Max, "I just might try'--"

Before he could finish, Tina not-so-subtly spilled her glass's contents all over Mitch's jacket. "Oh, I'm so sorry, look at you, you're a mess. Let me get that." She whipped out his handkerchief and started wiping him before he knew what was happening. "Oh, that'll never come off. Let me put that in the washing machine."

"Wait," Mitch protested, but she had picked him up and pulled of his jacket before he could say anything. "You didn't have to do that!" he complained.

"It's no problem, I'll have it cleaned in a jiffy," she said, taking the jacket out of the room.

"You can't wash it, you have to dry-clean it," he shouted, but she was already gone. She reappeared a few moments later. "Here, let me refill your glass."

"But I'm not holding--" but she was already pouring the contents of the bottle all over him until he was drenched. "You did that on purpose!" he sputtered.

"Oh, don't be silly. Here, let me get you out of those things. She began undressing him. He resisted with all his might, but it was no use. In less than a minute, she had him, completely stripped of clothes, underwear and all. "I'll just put these in the wash with them." She exited and Mitch looked helplessly at the way she had unclothed him, certainly on purpose. Max began to smile. Tina's discipline had begun.

She came back into the room. "They should be clean in about an hour--Well! I didn't realize you were naked!"

"Are you kidding? you tore my clothes off me!"

She walked up to him until he was pressed between the floor and her legs. "Now, Mitch, I may like to flirt a little, but you should really learn to behave yourself around a married woman. I'll have to get you something to wear. I know--here." Max watched as Tina reached under her silky black dress and pulled down an enormous, glamorously frilled pair of panties. Watching Tina give the full treatment to someone else gave Max feelings of both pity and satisfaction.

She held the panties out to Mitch's astonished gaze, and his hands impulsively reached out and took them. "You-you're not going to do this, Mrs. Bigg. I can sue--"

"By then it will be far to late, little Mitchell. Look at me, I'm more then two feet taller than you, several times your weight, and many times stronger than you. You're just a little plaything as far as I'm concerned, and right now your only job is to put these panties on."

He fumbled with his task because he could not take his gaze off the towering goddess who had taken over his world. "You-you'll regret this," he threatened, clumsily stepping into the lacy garment.

She began laughing at him like a sophisticated woman would laugh at the barking fit of her toy poodle. "Regret it? Just the sight of a big-talking shrimp like you trying to wear my panties is enough to make me glad I invited you over for business or pleasure. And actually, it is a little business and a little pleasure."

"What-what do you mean?"

"I know all about little guys like you. You like to throw your weight around in the office to make up for your shortcomings in the bedroom." She took out her camera. "Well, I'm here to convince you that you're really a little man, dear Mitchell, and that you'd better get out of Max' way when told to."

Mitchell caught on immediately. "No! No pictures!" He bolted out of the room, but he was slowed down by the panties, which he was still clinging to instinctively. He lacked Max' experience in them and Tina caught him in several easy strides, grabbing him by the seat and dangling him at eye level.

"You'll find that discipline from a woman of my size can be very thorough, Mitchell." She sat down, and the slit in her dress opened up, almost completely uncovering her thighs. She laid him belly down and kept him there with one finger of her left hand. "I know you're secretly enjoying this, Mitchell. I can feel your hard-on." With his legs and arms flailing frantically, she pulled back his panties. "No problem doing that; you could barely keep them on as it was," she observed.

Her hand came down several times and Max winced in empathy. She certainly wasn't going easy on Mitch! By the time she was done, Mitch could only stand there, crying and clinging onto his panties for dear life. "That's right," she told him, " as long as you do as you're told and keep those things up everything'll be just fine between the tow of us. Isn't that nice?"

"Yes," he agreed, completely dominated.

"Good." She began taking pictures, and Mitch was as much her prisoner as Max was. Max felt an odd feeling of triumph. Dominant or not, this giant woman could open some mighty big doors for him!

Tina's voice jolted him back into reality. "Oh, Max, why don't you join us? Don't be shy." Max suddenly remembered he was wearing panties too. "We're waiting, Max." He wanted more than anything not to ruin this moment by being seen by Mitch in Tina's panties. It made him realize he was not Mitch's superior but just another little panty slave. Littler, in fact. "I'm not going to ask again, Max."

Max braced himself and walked out. Mitch broke out of his funk and went wide-eyed. "Max! You mean you've been here the whole time--You're dressed the same--?"

Max grinned and shrugged. "Welcome to the club, Mitch."

He turned to Max and his voice began to regain its old authority. "If I had any idea--You people are sick!"

"Uh, uh," boomed Tina's voice, and Mitch quickly heeded the giantess, her hand making a spanking motion. "There you go, bullying little Max again. It's very unbecoming to pick on people smaller than you."

"Well, what do you call THIS?" Max held up the edges of his panties in demonstration.

"A loose fit," she giggled. "But I don't bully, Max. I command. Or do you want to contest that point?" Max shut up. "I'll say this for you, you're a quick learner.

"Now, as long as I have you two here--and I do mean HAVE--why don't we try to patch things up, have a little executive seminar for our little executives. Here's a dependence exercise. You seem to have trouble working in the same building. Why don't you try working in the same panties?"

Max got the idea immediately, stripped and approached Mitch, who was aghast again. "Don't even think about it!" Mitch threatened with a raised fist towards Max.

Suddenly, Tina's gigantic hand shot out and wrapped around Mitch's fist, covering it completely. "Little men have little fists," she warned. "And I don't just mean your hands."

Mitch quieted down and lifted his right leg out of the hole and put it in the same hole as his left leg. He then lowered the panties, and Max stepped into the right hole. Tina grinned and considered them. "There, see how easy it was? There's room to spare."

They nodded in assent. "Look how well you two get along now. I guess you really can't judge how small a man is until he's walked a mile in your panties, or something like that. Now let's try some cooperation exercises. Walk around the room."

Max and Mitch started out, but in different directions, and the fell over almost immediately, Tina laughed to see how they fell clinging to the panties. It was now more important to them to keep the panties on than it was to break their own fall. "Nice try, but let's have another go. Try just taking baby steps. Of course, that's all you're capable of."

This time, they did better. Then Tina made them follow right behind her as she walked, taking sharp turns that made them scramble and she also sudden stops that sent them crashing into her behind, amusing her to no end. "Good job, you two. See, you really have a lot more in common than you thought, don't you?"

They looked down at their mutual panties and nodded almost in unison. "Now, Mitch, you're going to re-promote Max and then recommend him to be promoted over you. Max will have to make a lot of money to keep me satisfied, and I can't have little things holding him back. Agreed?" Mitch nodded.

Just then, the doorbell rang. "That'd be Alison, right on time," Tina said.

"Alison?" Max and Mitch asked at once.

"Now, you don't think I'd have an eligible bachelor like Mitchie over and not play matchmaker?" She opened the door to a woman nearly as gigantic as herself. Alison was probably seven foot two, nearly as big as Tina, but Alison was pure city girl. Her hair was cut short and bleached blonde, like that female exercise guru he'd seen on TV. Her body was not thin and reed like however, but stocky, muscular, and curvaceous. She wore a red vinyl party dress that left little to the imagination.

"Tina! Thanks for having me over." The two woman exchanged mock kisses (so as not to smear their make-up) and Alison turned her attention to--or rather down to--the men. "Oh, Tina, you started without me!"

"Well, I had to soften Mitch up a little first. A little girl like you might have trouble keeping him in line otherwise."

Alison put her hands on her hips. "Little! Just 'cause you're a few inches taller than me, missy? I didn't get to be the bouncer at the most exclusive men's club in town just because of my looks." She padded her impressive hips. "I'm just as big as you where it counts."

"Well," proposed Tina slyly, "Why don't we let the boys be the judges of that? They're about the same size.

"Oh, you're not going to break them up, are you? They look so cute in that thing, like the Boppsy twins." "Oh, chickening out, eh?" Tina challenged.

"Not on your life. Send a man over here."

"Mitch," Tina commanded. "Go over to Alison, and leave my panties behind."

"Aw," pouted Alison, "Can't I have Max? He's cuter!"

"He's also my husband, Alison, and don't you forget it. Remember who won that armwrestling contest last night."

Alison suddenly quieted, then brightened. "Hey, you haven't introduced me yet!"

"Oh, where are my manners? You boys are so small I forget to pay attention to you at times. Max, Mitch, this is Alison. We met at the big 'n' tall lingerie shop, and I told her I'd help her find a man in her life, or at least a fraction of one."

Mitch looked aghast yet again. "You don't mean you expect me to...me and her? Together?"

The two woman giggled. "Getting a little ahead of yourself, aren't you, Mitch? First Alison has to decide whether you're boyfriend material. Now, quit stalling and get over here." Mitch looked to Max for help, but Max gave him a shrug that seemed to say, "What can you do?" They lowered the panties and Mitch stepped out as Max moved his leg into the free hole.

Alison howled. "I guess Mitch really DOES like me! Is that as big as he gets?" Mitch looked mortified. "Don't fret, Mitch, I have just the thing for you modesty. Alison reached under her skirt and produces a pair of transparent red panties. "Here, look at these. I'm sure you'll agree they’re the same size as Tina's. She bent over and handed them to him.

Mitch put them on almost at once, but as cover they were worthless. All of his features were visible through them. "Now, both you boys stand together." Max and Mitch got together, both holding up their gigantic panties. Standing there tiny and nearly naked in front of the towering beauties, they felt more diminished than ever. "Looks like two of our guessed have overdressed," joked Tina.

"I know what you mean, Tina, but you must admit, Mitch doesn't halfway fill my panties.

"But look at Max. See how high he has to hold mine up? You're good, Alison, but you lost the size queen title when I moved to this town."

"I guess you're right," Alison pouted. "Still, Mitch is kinda cute. Almost as short as Max and just as skinny. I was thinking of getting a puppy but he'd be just as good, and easier to train."

"Well, he's all yours then."

"Thanks, Tina! Come on, Mitch, let's go!"

"I'm not going to go with her!" Mitch protested to Tina. Max thought it was kind of odd to say this to Tina, then he realized she was the one who made the rules, even with the enormous Alison. Who else was he going to appeal to--Max?

"Oh, come on, it'll be fun. I'm sure you can take a few sick days," Alison said, picking him up by the panties like a purse.

"Alison!" Tina objected. "You can't take him out like that!"

"I should say not!" agreed Mitch, swinging from his panty prison.

"Tina walked out and came back with Mitch's pants. She reached into them and pulled out his keys and wallet. "Here. All his credit cards are in here. Men should always pay on the first date. And the second."

Alison took the wallet and keys as Mitch looked horrified. "Wait, what about my pants?"

"Oh, you're pants? Sorry, Mitch, but--"She shot her arm into a leg, and even Max was amazed as she formed a bicep that tore the seams apart--"They're a little torn. I'll have Max bring them to work tomorrow. Oh, and don't forget, Alison, when Mitch has to call in sick tomorrow he has to take back Max's demotion and give him a bigger office."

"You're the boss, Tina. Come on, cutie." Tina and Max watched as Alison took the squirming Mitch into her car and drove off. "There goes a lovely couple, eh Max," she sighed.

"I guess so," he said sheepishly.

"But not as lovely as us, eh?"

"No way."

"Why Max! You said that like you meant it!"

"Well, why not. Like you said, as long as I'm going to have a giant wife, why not have the biggest?"

She picked him up and cradled him. "You little dickens, you got me all romantic. Let's go to the bedroom, and if you're real sexy tonight I just might let you take those off."

***

One year later, it was their first anniversary. True to Tina's plan, Max had been steadily promoted, even over Mitch. More and more money flowed into Tina's account while Max had to do with his allowance from her. It barely gave him enough to pay for his car and clothing expenses. This made him particularly careful to avoid Tina's discipline, which often left his suits in tatters, straining his budget even more. Any time he tried to discuss this problem with her, she insisted in helping him by loaning him HER clothes.

Their anniversary was just such a date. It being the winter, Tina let him wear her old-fashioned corset. On her, the corset made her curvaceous figure even more of an hour glass, her voluptuous features threatening to burst out at any moment. On him, it was like wearing a barrel. Even its wasp waist was far to big for him.

Max pondered his married life as he walked past the mirror. The mirror was nine feet tall and almost as wide. Far more than he needed to view his puny form, but just about right for Tina. The mirror came with the new house Tina had purchased, one scaled to her immense size and decorated according to her desires. Max entered the living room, figuring that Tina would go into there to read soon, and hoping she would be in a merciful mood and allow him to get back into his own clothes. To be to insistent with Tina would only make things worse, he had learned. Defiance tended to inspire her to devise ever more clever ways to discipline him, which amused her to no end. Because of this Tina always knew how to outrage him despite his best efforts to remain calm.

While he was thinking of this, Tina entered wearing baby blue panties, her face made up surprisingly well. "Oh, high Max. Tee-hee, you look like R2-D2 in that."

"You've already told me that," he replied patiently.

"Well, you sure haven't gotten any bigger since I last said it. Hey, sit down at the table. I have something to tell you." She walked into the giant dining room and pulled out a chair for him. Even a normal sized man would feel puny among these giant rooms and giant furniture, but Max felt like a kidnapped elf. The tabletops were out of his reach and while he used to climb into chairs, now he had to clamber up them, a feat even more difficult to perform while wearing a giant corset that had to be held up with at least one hand. "Maybe I should invest in that high chair for you; that thing appears to be way too much for you." Max shuddered at the thought and finally was able to sit down, making the top of the corset go past his chin and pinning his arms in.

Tina giggled. "Max, you've disappeared!" She walked up to his chair and looked in. "You look like you're trapped in a giant lacy bucket!"

"I am," he replied matter-of-factly.

She laughed a gain. "What a good sport. Tell you what, I'll take that corset off your hands." She simply lifted the corset from around him and strapped it on herself. Max still couldn't believe how what was a gigantic tube on him had to be squeezed on to her gigantic sexy frame. "There, it really flatter the figure, don't you think?" Max looked at the swelling the corset gave her mighty breasts and impulsively reached out to touch them, but of course they were far beyond his reach. "They are tempting, aren't they, little Max? You can touch 'em all you want so long as you don't stand on the furniture." Tina had made this kind of dictum before. It assured that her magnificent breasts would be out of reach all evening.

She laughed and pushed his chair in. She sat down herself, and he envied the way she could simply pull the giant chair out and sit down it, making a mockery of his efforts. "Now, down to business. I'm going to have a party tonight, and you're invited."

"A party! Why didn't you tell me?"

"Oh, come on, I just did. Excuse me, I'm going to get ready." She left for a few minutes and came back dressed in her pink silk pajamas, custom made to fit her like a glove. "Wonder why I'm done up like this? It's a pajama party! It's all girls except for you, and I don't think you'll curtail anyone's inhibitions.

"Wait, first let me show you what I bought today. These are going to go with my pajamas. She produced an enormous bag and took out a gigantic pairs of platform high heels. "They've got six-inch platforms plus another seven inches in the heel. Kind of big, but not on a woman like me. She put the gigantic shoes on and stood up. "Ta Daa! the attack of the eight-foot five-inch woman." Before he knew what was happening, she lifted him up and placed him on top of the dinner table. "Ha!" I'm STILL taller than you!

"Except for shoes, everyone's to come in their sleeping wear. Hmm, I just remembered you don't have anything but those little underpants of yours, and they're SO common..."

"You-you wouldn't make me put on panties tonight, would you?"

"Oh, know, I have something much better in mind. See my long, luxurious pajama bottoms?" She raised her top a little to give him a view. "The elastic keeps them on nice and snug, doesn't it?" She slowly lowered them off her enormous legs, the elastic straining to go past her buttocks, then she picked them up and handed them out towards him. "Hold still." She held them up to him. He looked in the mirror and saw the voluminous pajama bottoms block out his image in the mirror completely.

"Ha-ha, Oh, this WILL be a new challenge won't it, my little husband? Go on, take them." He held them by the top obediently, but he still pleaded, "Please honey, it's different when we're alone, but to do this in front of a bunch of people.--"

"C'mon honey, they're waiting, or would you like a red bottom to go with your pink pajama bottoms?" He gulped and started to comply. He looked down at the huge opening at the waist. Just getting into these things fast enough to avoid one of Tina's spankings would be challenge enough. He searched around with his right foot, amazed at how far down he had to put it before it even got past the crotch and entered one of the legs.

Tina sensed his difficulty and was obviously pleased. "Careful, little husband," she teased, "don't get lost in there or I'll never find you." Max still didn't know which felt worse--trying to wear Tina's gigantic lingerie, or the humiliation of having her towering form look down on him in amusement as he did it.

Max put his other foot it, searching for the leg hole again. He then pulled the waist up until it was up to his shoulders, but he still couldn't feel the crotch between his legs and his feet were still not sticking through the leggings.

He looked up at Tina, who was positively giddy with amusement". Aw, is widdle man scared of the great big jammies? It really is SO funny watching you try to get into those things, Max. You really have to come over to the mirror and look at yourself."

"Just a second," he pleaded. He tried to gather up the leggings so he could get his feet out with one hand while trying to hold the huge waistband up with is other.

"You look like you got your hands full, if not my pajamas," she teased. "Now come over hear before I pick you up and carry you."

"No! I'm coming!" He said. He feared if she lifted him, he'd fall out of them completely, then he'd REALLY be in trouble. He gathered up the leggings enough to walk and tried to move as quickly as he could, shuffling his feet to keep the pajamas from gathering up under them.

"Why Max, a little man like you moves slowly enough without waddling." He finally arrived at her feet.. She bent down to look at him, and he had to arch his head back to keep eye contact with her. "Glad you finally made it over here. Honestly, I think you use your tiny size as an excuse to move so slowly, but I'm feeling magnanimous, so I'll let it pass--this time.

"Hee-hee. Just look at yourself." He did, and he had to admit, it was ridiculous. There she was in the mirror, wearing a sexy, form-fitting pajama top that stopped right at her legs. And, standing next to her, there he was, engulfed in her gigantic pajama bottoms like a tiny circus clown in oversized pants.

"You know, honey, I've heard that marriage is an equal partnership, but whenever we get like this I feel like one of us is more equal than the others."

"I know what you mean," he said meekly. "You're the more equal one, right?"

"Hah-ha, well it certainly isn't you. You're not even equal to my lingerie." The doorbell rang. "Oh, that's the first guest. Come on. let's greet them."

"Let me change--"

"I said, come on. I don't like disobedience, and I like the way you look right now."

"I-I can't anything would be better than wearing these!"

"Well if you like, I can take those off you and spank you as I'm letting people in."

"I-I'll go."

"NOW, small fry, before I drag you by your cute little wiener--if I can find it."

She went to the door in giant strides and he tried to keep up with her. As he entered the hall, he saw her open the door for a woman almost as gigantic as herself. She was a red haired woman about two inches shorter than Tina, but seemed to weigh almost as much, in a smart businesslike dress that revealed all of her legs. It was blue and white and double breasted "Hello, Tina, what took you?"

"Sorry, Hilda, I was waiting for my husband he's a little, well, 'held up.' Here he comes now." Max, mortified, but fearing a punishment for being tardy, picked up his legs to get to the end of the hall. Sure enough, the material dragged under his feet and tripped him up, making him fall on his face right at Hilda's feet. He couldn't even use his hands to break his fall, because they were still clinging to the pajamas.

After he hit the floor, he looked up to see only Hilda's huge legs and feet. "THAT'S your husband? Hey, no peeking, little guy!"

"Max," Tina scolded, lifting him up by the seat of the pajama bottoms while he desperately flailed to keep from losing his balance and falling out of them, "Don't take advantage of our guests that way. I assure you, Hilda, he's usually a perfect little gentleman."

Hilda continued to ogle him with interest. She extended a finger under his chin, forcing him to look at her While Tina kept him hanging. "Well, there's no denying he's little. I don't know if you believe in trial marriages, Tina dear, but you sure got yourself a trial-sized husband."

"Well, marriage may be a trial for HIM sometimes, but it's a breeze for me," Tina laughed. "Oh, he acts a little bossy now and then, but a little panty punishment always reminds him who's bigger."

"Oh, is that why you're wearing Tina's things, Max? Were you naughty today?"

"No! I-I mean yes, I was naughty."

"See what I mean," said Tina confidently.

"I sure do. May I?" She held out her hand.

Tina passed Max to her, and she lifted him over her head to inspect him. His crotch was pressed against the material as he hung, and she got a good view. "I see Max is little all over."

"Little but eager," Tina replied, leading her to the living room. "By the way, Max, Hilda is my sister. My 'bigger' sister, though I'm taller and outweigh her by fifty pounds. She never forgot the day I first outwrestled her. She went into business for herself. I thought I'd invite her over to show her how I managed to do better by marrying a successful man like you."

"Hmmph! If you call that a man. Could you get me some tea, Dearie?"

"Certainly, 'Dearie.' You'll find I'm a gracious winner in the game of life."

As soon as Tina was gone, Hilda walked over to the fireplace and calmly look up a poker. "You might have guessed, dear Max, that there's something of a rivalry between my sister and me. It's true that she tends to win in direct combat; that's why I prefer going after her 'soft' spots." She tool the thick steel poker by both ends and bent it mightily, nearly folding it.

Max’s heart jumped, and tried to run to the kitchen for Tina's protection, but he soon tripped over the pajama bottoms, landing face down. Hilda caught up with him in a few steps, ever so gently placing one of her heeled feet on his back. "Now, now. I could easily crush the life out of you right this second, but I've a different kind of revenge in mind. Perhaps if Tina falls asleep first I'll take you back home and show you what REAL domination is. You'll certainly appreciate what a gentle woman you had before."

She walked back to the fireplace and unbent the poker. "But where are my manners? I haven't gotten undressed for the party yet." She took off her jacket, then her skirt, then her blouse, revealing nothing but a giant black teddy struggling to conceal her form.

Tina strolled in with the tea. "Hilda, how stunning. teddies look so sexy on petite figures like yours.

"Meow, meow," snapped Hilda, "They certainly wouldn't look petite on that little man of yours."

Max ran behind Tina's legs, eyeing Hilda cautiously. "Max, what do you think you're doing?" Tina asked. "Oh, Hilda, did you scare him?"

"I was just getting acquainted," said Hilda disinterestedly.

"I'll bet. Don't you worry, Max, Hilda's just jealous because I've had more luck with men than her. She's a widow, aren't you, dear? Of course, that was no coincidence."

"Involuntary manslaughter, Tina, the judge said so himself. I just got a little carried away in 'the act' and squeezed him a little too hard, that's all. Still, it was the best sex I've ever had."

The door rang again, and Tina insisted Max greet the guest himself, as she was busy serving. He would've preferred to stay by Tina, but at least this kept him away from Hilda. He waddled up to the door in his PJ bottoms and struggled to hold them on while he tried to get the door open. Like everything else, the door was scaled to Tina's desires, and he almost had to stretch to reach it.

Just as he opened the door it swung open with him holding it. He grabbed on with both his hands and felt his pajama bottoms falling off! "Max!" he hear Alison's voice as two powerful female hands grabbed him from behind and lifted him off the door. "This is certainly a novel way to greet a guest."

She turned his body around to face her. She was dressed in her work clothes--tight pants, suspenders aching around her bountiful chest, which was covered by a T-shirt that said "Boppers." He recognized it as an exclusive men's club catering to the rich and famous, including football players. He was certain many a linebacker regretted causing trouble while Alison was in charge. "Uh, hi, Alison. W-Where's Mitch?"

"The invitation was for me only, so I let Mitch have the evening to himself, as long as he kept my panties on."

"You trust him to do that?"

"I don't have to. I got some surveillance cameras. I'll review 'em as soon as I get back. Maybe I'll suggest some for Tina."

Max prayed she'd forget to mention it. "Oh, Alison, could, uh, you get my pajama bottoms?"

She looked down. "Oh, sure. Y'know, for a second, I thought you'd become a streaker."

"Well, that's an offense."

"In your case, a pretty minor one," she joked. Alison strode in with Max under one arm and the pajama bottoms in the other. The sight caused Tina and Hilda to burst out in laughter, and Alison joined in.

"Max," chided Tina, "I told you to bring in the guest, not the other way around."

"You said this was a pajama party. I don't see any pajamas," commented Hilda.

"I had to come straight from work. I'm just going to be wearing my shirt and panties," defended Alison.

"Not you, Alison, him." she pointed to Max.

"Now, Max, party or not, you know the rules."

"Tina, No! It was an accident!" Max pleaded.

"May I volunteer to do the disciplining, Tina?" Hilda offered. "He looks so cute like that."

"No way, Hilda, you just don't know you're own strength."

"Hey, Tina, can I do it? Mitch is so obedient I'm out of practice."

"Well, all right, Alison. But just because you're a guest." Without another word, Alison sat down with Max and spanked him until he was senseless with tears. She stood him on the floor and he felt even more helpless than usual as the three titanesses surrounded him, each taking amusement at his smallness and helplessness. He tried to cover his groin, but the pain in his bottom compelled him to comfort that instead.

"Aww, he's crying. Are you okay Max," said Alison sympathetically.

"Alison, you're much too easy on him. Can't you see he's faking? Let me show you how it's done."

"No, Hilda, he's had enough," judged Tina. "Now he should get back in some clothing. "Perhaps you'd like to donate something, Hilda."

"Well, it's about time I got to join the fun. Here." She undid her teddy and the three women waited with anticipation as Max tried to compose himself enough to put it on. It fit like a kind of strange oversized tunic. The three women exchange smirks of satisfaction as they saw how ridiculous he looked. "And to think, that teddy's supposed to be revealing. Doesn't even show your ankles, Max."

"I think he's cute, Hilda. I don't care what you say, Tina, not even Mitch is as tiny as Max."

"Well, you girls have fun, but remember, Max is mine, not yours."

***

For the rest of the evening, Max was the main source of entertainment, forced to walk around in Alison's mammoth T-shirt, Tina's brassiere, and other inventions. Finally, when Tina decide it was time for bed she ordered Max to their room. "I'm going to lock you into your room for the night. Can't take any chance of someone rolling over you by accident in the night."

She nudged Max, tired and dressed in a spare pair of her panties, down the hall.

He looked at their reflection in the hall mirror--her body, big, magnificent and voluptuous, with a tiny, clinging panty that hugged her form. He stood next to her, skinny, not coming up to her belly button, and wearing an identical pair panties, yet on him they were like a bed sheet, held up by his struggling hands illustrating his incredible puniness compared to his wife.

"So, how do you feel?" she asked.

"Small," he confessed after a pause." Small and powerless."

"And...?"

"And like some kind of toy that amuses you, not a real husband."

"Now, don't sell yourself TOO short, if that's possible. It is very amusing to see the ways you try to keep up your self-esteem, and I love the way you go all pouty when I dress you like this and show you just how small you really are. In fact," she said as they entered the bedroom, "you don't have to wear those panties anymore tonight."

"You mean it?" He asked wearily.

"Yup! Look what I got for you!" She took out a red nighty. "It's my size, but I bought it for you."

He watched as she held the nightie over his head and dropped it, but the huge negligee fell completely around him, landing in a little circle around his feet. "Whoops," she said, "Here, let me help." She raised the nightie around him, carefully resting it on his shoulders.

She left, and he climbed into bed, wondering what surprises tomorrow would bring.

To be continued........................

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