Your wife smiles evilly. “Yes…It certainly seems that way” she agrees.

“MJ?”

“How small would you say you are?” She asks. She slides her finger next to you. “I think my finger is taller than you are.”

It was true. In fact she probably had a whole fingertip over you. Though at the moment, the concern over your size change was beginning to take a backseat to the fact that your wife seemed so casual about it.

As you ponder the situation, she reaches over and picks you up bringing you to her face. Then, (much to your surprise) she licks you. You laugh as her tongue tickles against you. It feels so soft and warm like your being rubbed with a huge wet pillow.

You blush causing MJ to grin. “I think you look adorable like this.” She tells you.

“MJ c’mon this is serious.” You scold here. “I’ve shrunk and worse…I don’t know how I got that way.”

“Mmm that is quite a dilemma.” She uses her index finger to tickle you.

You sigh. “Maybe I’m dreaming.” You think aloud. “Yeah that would make sense…one of those fetish dreams with a hot GTS wife intent on playing with me.”

You pinch yourself but nothing happens.

MJ giggles and shakes her head. “Your not dreaming Peter.”

“Oh yeah…how can you be sure? O figment of my imagination.”

She smiles. “You know I was a little concerned when your spider sense went off before you drank the champagne. But luckily you decided to overlook it. Probably being chivalrous and not wanting me to worry no doubt. You also didn’t notice the extra ingredient I laced it with.”

“Wha-” You say taking a moment to take it all in. Then the light dawns on you. “Oh my God…you’re the reason I shrunk!!!”

“There’s that scientist brain that I love so much.” She nuzzles you with her nose. “You know I was a little bit skeptical when the fortune teller I visited gave me that shrinking formula but I do have to admit it is the perfect way to punish a neglectful husband”

“This is for missing our anniversary again isn’t it?”

“Very good,” She says; a sarcastic edge apparent in her tone of voice. She gives you a condescending pat on the head. “You have to admit it is poetic justice. You spend so much time as Spiderman…you really deserve to be Spider-sized.”

“Ok MJ you made your point. I’m really sorry I missed another anniversary. It won’t happen again. Just please turn me back to normal.”

“We’ll see Peter. First you’re going need to make it up to me”

You sigh realizing where this is going. “Alright…MJ what do you want me to do?”

“Hmm…” She thinks about it for a second trying to find a good way to teach you your lesson. Suddenly she remembers how you hate massaging her feet and gets a great idea for a punishment.

What is it?