Story: 'The Switchboard' (Reality-Shifts with Various Processes)

[Crash Ichimonji]

(I posted the following three chapters on the AR Archive and figures I could post it all here too. So far we just have female AR, female AP, BE, and GTS, but more shall come. I don't plan on getting EVERY fetish in existence, but I do plan to do quite a few in this since there are too few reality-shift things.)


"The Switchboard"
Chapter 1

Ten year anniversaries are a time for celebration, of love, of passion…

But for a certain shopper at the mall, the prospect of the big 10 years of being married to the man of her dreams seemed to loom over her head as a cloud raining guilt and thundering regret. Dressed in a knee-length skirt and sleeveless turtleneck with semi-fashionable open-toe heels, the Japanese woman’s long black hair shone a sleek shine from the mall’s fluorescent lights as she approached her destination with a guilty and anxious pitting in her flat stomach.

It wasn’t that Mrs. Maya Tanaka Jefferson hated her husband, or being married to him. Far from it, her anxiety and uneasiness stemmed from her destination. Every step towards the adult-novelties and miscellaneous paraphernalia shop in the dark corner of the building seemed like another step towards the electric chair.

“This is stupid…” Maya groaned to herself under her breath, her slight remains of ‘Engrish’ barely noticeable in her nearly repressed Japanese accent. She’d become fluent in English by high school back in her home-country, and the past ten years of marital bliss with her husband Eric had caused his American accent and pronunciations to rub off on her. Living in America had also changed her behavior as well. Her parents’ conservative upbringing had been chipped at by her teenage desires to be independent as a woman, and her knack for software programming allowed her to become an upstart entrepreneur in the foreign country she now called ‘home’. As icing on the cake, America’s concept of women’s rights overthrew the more old-fashioned plan of being a good Japanese housewife her parents had envisioned for her.

This did not mean Maya didn’t want romance and security, and at the age of 23 she found that in a client’s relative she’d been introduced to at a formal shindig. It was as if Eric Jefferson had been born JUST to meet Maya Tanaka. After the wedding came the honeymoon, and upon returning home, both lovebirds remained steadfast in their goals; Maya’s for expanding her own (successful) business creating security software, and Eric’s to take over the family’s industrial diamond-mining business. Despite busy schedules and long hours overseas or on the computer, Mr. and Mrs. Jefferson never failed to make time for one another several times a month, coordinating vacations and downtimes to spend nights and weeks together to enjoy.

So why, why was Maya heading to an adult novelties shop? She’d wondered this from the moment she even thought of doing so. Nonchalantly glancing over her shoulder to make sure no one she knew would see her, she hurried her walking pace into the shop of things well-to-do people like her wouldn’t even think about.

The musty scent of hooka pipes, cigars, and sex-related items forced Maya to shudder a bit.

“Good morning, ma’am,” chirped a heavily tattooed and pierced man clad in a black T-shirt and khaki slacks from a sales counter. It was obvious he was trying not to grin too much at seeing Maya jump a little.

“Um, hi…” the apprehensive wife gulped. ‘There’s still time,’ Maya thought to herself. ‘I can turn back now…’

“Looking for anything in particular today, miss?” the punk-ish lithe man asked warmly.

“Uh, well…ah...” Maya tried to think of something to say. The urge to excuse herself and flake out was overpowering her now...

…Until the thought of her husband panting and moaning like never before in sex gave her an electric strike to her spine that she managed to reply,

“I’m …looking for something to…liven up things tonight,” she mentally gawked at herself. “It’s…our tenth-year anniversary, and…well…I want our night in bed to be…”

“Ah, the big one-oh,” the ink and gold-encrusted employee smiled happily as he left the counter to meet the woman closer. “Tell me, have you two done anything…special before?” Maya blushed and was about to smack the girlish man before he added. “No details, just a simple yes or no.”

“Oh,” she sighed in relief. “No. No…uh…toys or costumes…or wh-whips. We’re not really into that kind of…stuff…” Maya coughed.

“But you still want to make tonight something exciting, yes?” the deviously-adorned cashier asked with an honest smile.

“Y-Yeah…This sounds pretty ridiculous, right?” Maya laughed weakly as she scratched the back of her head, ruffling her long ebony mane.

“Not really.”

“Wait, really?” the programmer/wife blinked in mild shock.

“You’re not the first to say all that, nor will you be the last,” the overly-jeweled and inked employee smirked. “Something of your requirements isn’t in the open like all you see,” he pointed to the shop’s erotica-inventory. “What you desire lies somewhere in our more exclusive merchandise. Care to see?” he extended his hand in an oddly gentlemanly way.

“Um, alright,” Mrs. Jefferson nodded uneasily as she hesitantly took his hand and was lead to a door labeled ‘Preferred Customers Only’ complete with a card-scan lock the store-employee accessed with a badge hanging from his pocket.

As the two entered, Maya was honestly surprised at the sights and smells of the specialties room. The pungent odor of the main shop dissipated, giving way to a more sterile and clean smell of this locked-away part of the shop. Even more, gone were the ghastly shelves adorned with phallic objects and packages written in electric neon colorations.

The room looked more like a store stocked with seemingly mundane items that one would not even mention in the same sentence as ‘sex’. Board games, refrigerated sodas of unknown but welcoming-looking brands, a row of spare tires, and even a long bookshelf with what Maya automatically recognized as Japanese animation goods that any family-friendly anime-shop would have.

“Um…Sorry, but,” the confused Maya stared at the inventory. “How are any of these regular things going to help me? I mean seriously, car-tires?” she snorked a bit.

The bejeweled and tattooed shop keeper smiled with pure friendliness as he walked over to one row of products that seemed to resemble a switchboard from an audio-mixing system.

“You seem like a woman that is pretty realistic,” he mused while taking out the switchboard. “Or rather, you’re a realist, I guess I should say. You don’t believe in magic or hocus-pocus. Right.”

“I make my living programming anti-virus and malware security software,” Maya smirked back with her arms crossed.

“So you’re the ‘I’ll believe when I see it’ type.” A nod by the Japanese woman answered his question. “Then if you’ll please, place you hand on this little flat panel,” the goth presented a flat-black screen on the far right of the board. Rolling her eyes, Maya placed her flattened palm onto the black panel, only to squeak suddenly from an electric jolt that went through her hand and seemed to hit her spinal cord up to her neck.

“Wh-What was that for!?” she scowled, her cheeks reddening a bit.

“Easy now. You’re synched with this device now. Now, look in the mirror to your left,” he pointed to a full-body mirror a few feet from where Maya had been standing.

“Fine…” she eyed the salesman as she gazed at herself. To her right she heard a series of clicks from the switchboard being adjusted, wondering what was the shop-keeper trying to fool her with.

Nothing seemed to happen until Maya noticed something she’d been dreading recently: a grey hair on her bangs. Glancing to the side to check on her companion in this odd shop, she tried to see why something so glaringly obvious missed her attention when she got ready a few hours ago. Then she felt her heart race as she noticed another unwelcomed sight. Her face was still young at 33, but for the first time she noticed her laugh-lines forming. Before she could worry about them, something even more horrifying caught her attention.

The grey hairs had now multiplied…and were slowly cascading their coloration throughout her hair. All the while, her skin grew more aged with wrinkles slowly conquering her once beautiful face. She tried to feel her face to confirm that it wasn’t just a mirror-trick, but instead found that her own hands were rapidly losing their slender and perfectly manicured shapes as the skin became sagging, veins rising from her hands’s back and her knuckles folding into more wrinkled skin. Gazing up at her face, her mouth dropped open in terror as she was confronted with her now aged complexion and stallion-grey head of hair. Feeling the sagging of her own face, Maya’s breathing grew ragged and hoarse.

“WH-What are you-!?” she gasped as she realized her own voice had lost its silver pitch and tone and was now ragged and befitting a woman in her sixties. She then noticed her body at long last had started to hunch over, her arms losing the toned strength she’d worked so hard to maintain as her flat belly grew fatty and hung over her belt-line just as her once proud C-cups steadily drooped and hung like fleshy yams. And then, as she gazed at the strange man before her, she finally realized that as she grew frailer and uglier, there was a corresponding series of clicks on a dial synchronized with the changes. Age finally overcame her shock as she hunched to the side, breathing heavily and losing energy rapidly.

And then the clicking stopped. Exhausted, shaking, and weak, Maya pursed her wrinkled lips and licked them uneasily, noting that half her teeth seemed to have disappeared somehow.

“What…What have you…?” she wheezed in her airy, old voice.

“Given you a taste of what just this one product can do, miss,” the deviously-decorated man smiled warmly. “Fret not, this is all perfectly reversible…and then some,” he grinned as he steadily turned the dial again. But this time, Maya’s body felt the reverse of before. Looking back at the mirror, Maya gazed in awe as the decrepit old woman who looked no younger than 80 went backwards in time. The split ends of wispy white hair smoothed and became a healthier grey, then blackening to her luscious ebony waterfall of long hair. Her wrinkles receded slowly, eroding back as the last of the laugh lines and bags became the gorgeous smooth and vibrant skin of before. As her energy replenished, she gasped in joy as her breasts retracted and reshaped back to their once proud and perky shape while her flabby body contracted back to its curved and toned shape she knew so well.

“There we go, back to when you first started,” the shop-keeper smiled as he flicked a switch, and like voodoo, Maya felt a hollow click within her body at the exact moment too. “And now you’re no longer synched to this board. What did you think, ma’am?”

“C-Can that thing…make people younger than they are?” was the first thing Maya asked in giddy apprehension.

“This one can,” the goth salesman nodded as he placed the switchboard back on its shelf. “However,” he added, sweet nectar to Maya’s ears as he now had her FULL attention. “The top-of-the-line model can do MUCH more than alter users’ ages.”

“Such as…?”

“Size of body parts and people,” he grinned. “Body-types of users, relationship positions, genders, and even species.” He remained silent for a moment to let his customer digest the information, before adding the cherry to the top. “But the best part about the high-end model,” he purred. “Is that no matter how much you change yourself and or your lover, the world will act as if you’ve always been that way.”

“Bullshit!” Maya exclaimed with a toothy grin.

“I shit you not, ma’am,” the owner of the strange store replied smugly. “How’s this? I’ll rent you our only top-of-the-line model for just tonight…for just $25.”

“What’s the catch?” Maya remembered to control her excitement just in case, her shrewd business skills finally coming back in action.

“After 12 o’clock tomorrow afternoon, all of your changes will reset back to your true forms and the device will automatically lock out any changes without my tinkering. And before you think about altering it yourself, I don’t think you want to try opening up something that will result in a Chernobyl-esque reactor meltdown.

Sweat accumulated upon Maya’s brow as she gulped.

“Easy now, miss,” the salesman chuckled. “You’d need a pickup truck hitting it head-on at 120mph just to crack it open, and a junkyard compactor to risk the nuclear meltdown, so fret not.”

Thinking it over, her excitement of such power and opportunities overtook her judgment in the end. Maya finally asked, “How much for the unit if I want to keep it after tomorrow?”

“Ah,” the shopkeeper smiled. “That will cost you $80,000. Small price to pay when you think about it.”

The price was barely within affordability for Maya and her husband. They’d have to sell Eric’s custom Harley and most if not all of her jewelry just to name a few things. But…that thought of she and her husband enjoying themselves like never before, as well as the countless possibilities for them to use the switchboard for…It would be worth selling even their summer home along with all their prized possessions too. Looking back at the shop-keeper, whose appearance no longer irked her in the least, Maya finally asked,

“Does it come with a manual?”

“I’ll include it with a complementary gift-wrap,” the shop-keeper smiled with a nod.

To be continued…

[Crash Ichimonji]

Chapter 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Crash Ichimonji]

Chapter 3

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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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

[funfun74]

Good so far. hope to read more soon.

[catfish27]

Yes, definitely enjoying it so far.

Wouldn't mind seeing more reality alterations by Maya that (inadvertently) make changes to the world at large, along the lines of what happens with her AR transformation.

[Crash Ichimonji]

Originally Posted by catfish27

Yes, definitely enjoying it so far.

Wouldn't mind seeing more reality alterations by Maya that (inadvertently) make changes to the world at large, along the lines of what happens with her AR transformation.

Thanks! And yes, plenty of reality-altering for their anniversary until the device's timer resets.

[bstgate]

Very nice, but I would have appreciated if she had taken stock at how her body changed when going from 35 to 25. The next time she rejuvenates she hopefully has normal-sized and bare breasts, so she can notice how they shape up and refirm. There should be many other little changes taking place which she could appreciate, like her ass.