Giantess Stories: THE MICRO

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I was walking home from work one day, when I spotted a new store opening, a

grand opening. The sign above the door said, "THE MICRO-BREWERY" and below that

it said, "Manly beers made with a woman's touch." Great, I thought, now I don't

have to go out of my way for some beer on the way home. I stepped inside. Three

young women were unpacking boxes full of 6-packs and stacking them on a

make-shift shelf. I couldn't help but notice that they were all very well

endowed in the breast department. I just knew I was going to like this place.

One of the young ladies noticed me staring at her chest, but only shyly smiled

at me. There was something about the grin on her face that both excited and

scared me at the same time. A voice from behind me startled me back to reality.

"Welcome to my store, what can I interest you in?" I turned around and my jaw

almost hit the floor. At first glance all I could see were two huge tits, tits

so big that the sum total of the three young women unpacking the boxes didn't

add up to the size of this woman's bust-line. I went totally gah-gah and she

quickly took advantage of my condition. Her chest jiggled as a bottle was placed

on the counter between us, opened and handed to me.

"Sorry, but the glasses haven't arrived yet," she said in a hypnotic voice. I

tried to say something, but no words came out. "This is our best seller," she

said. For all I know, it could have been rat poison as I tipped back the bottle,

unable to tear my eyes from her massive chest.

"Hey, that's not bad," I commented. Able to speak again, the conversation went

from beer to questions about me. By the time I finished the second beer, she had

my address and promised to come by when the store closed for the day. I couldn't

believe my good fortune and purchased two 6-packs of the brew and headed home.

I put the beer in the fridge and headed to the bathroom for a shower and shave.

I dressed and ate dinner, then just waited for.... hell, I didn't even ask what

her name was. Every time that I thought about her, I got a really powerful

erection. "Those tits," I thought, "Christ, they had to be three times the size

of my head."

The doorbell rang and I tried desparately to push my erection down my pants leg,

the buldge not as obvious now. She flew into my arms, her huge tits squashing

against my chest. They were so big that they not only spread across my chest,

but seemed to expand around my rib cage, trying to engulf my whole upper body. I

had to crane my neck forward just to kiss her. I thought my cock was going to

burst. The kiss now broken, her first words were, "Where's the beer and how many

did you drink?" I retrieved two bottles and informed her of just the two I had

in her store. "Well then, we have some catching up to do," she countered.

Two beers later, I knew I wasn't drunk, but I felt strange and I thought my eyes

were playing tricks on me. Was it my imagination or did her breasts just swell

up a few cup sizes? For some reason, she didn't want me to stand up, retrieving

the next two bottles herself. I watched her walk like I was in a trance and when

she returned, I had to blink, then blink again. She stood directly in front of

me, bending slightly at the waist, giving me an eye-full of her never ending

cleavage as she handed me the bottle. Not only did her chest appear to have

enlarged some more, but she looked bigger, taller as well. She noticed the

confused look on my face, suddenly challanging me to chug this beer and she'd

remove her blouse.

I opened my throat and polished it off in all of four seconds. She smiled

radiantly down at me as acres of cleavage exploded into full view. Her bra

looked tight on her, way too much tit flesh for the tiny harness. Another

challange, another beer chugged and off came her skirt. A literal river of

pre-cum oozed from my bloated cock-head. I was going insane, sexually.

Back and forth she went, the empty bottles pileing up on the coffee table. With

a 6-pack gone, only her bra and panties remained. I had to pee like a racehorse,

but she wouldn't let me go, straddling my hips, grinding her crotch against

mine, pulling my face between her gargantuan breasts. If I didn't have to pee so

badly, I probably would have cum right then and there. Her perfume was

intoxicating. Her weight on my lap felt unusually heavy, but I figured that each

breast must weigh 50 pounds.

She controlled the situation, ignoring my protests, placing a bottle between her

tits to feed me the next beer. I drank greedily, purposely spilling some on her

breasts as she played along, making me lick it off, while she gulped down a beer

herself. Suddenly, her tits began swelling up again like ballons rapidly filling

with air. They quickly engulfed my entire head and she seemed to gain a

considerable amount of weight. I doubted if I could lift her off of me. She

pressed herself more firmly against me, her flesh seemingly expanding all over

me. Her tits grew bigger, growing over my shoulders and down my back. I couldn't

breathe and began to stuggle to free myself from this soft fleshy prison. I

couldn't budge her as blackness drifted over me.

I don't know how long I was out. My bladder was drained and I found myself lying

naked on what I thought was my bed. Only this bed was huge. Hell, the whole room

was huge and everything in it. A shadow fell over me and I turned to see what

was causing it. I wasn't at all prepared for the sight that greeted me with the

words, " So, how do you like my beer?" I gasped. Towering over my head by at

least five feet were a pair of blimp sized titties. Peering down at me from

between then was the now huge face of the brewery owner. I quickly rose to my

feet, only to find her face still two feet over mine.

"What the hell happened to me, to you and the room?" confusion reining my


"Why, you drank my beer ," she answered.

"Huh? "

"You mean you couldn't stop thinking about my breasts long enough to even bother

looking at the label?" she asked.

Again, all I could say was, "Huh?"

An empty bottle of beer that stood at a third of my present height was placed in

front of me by the now gigantic bimbo. It said, "LITTLE MAN BEER" and the

picture on the label showed a man standing next to a woman 5 times his size,

with the caption under it that proclaimed, "Cut down his consumption by cutting

him down to size." My jaw dropped as she added, shaking her mammoth mammories,

"These titties work their magic everytime."

"But you drank some too, why didn't you shrink as well?" I pointed out. She

pointed out that it effects men and women differently, womens' breasts get

bigger and men shrink.

"Those girls working in my store were all flat-chested only a week ago. And we

had twelve male customers today that bought 6-packs of "LITTLE MAN." Thats all

it takes, a 6-pack and presto, you're less than a quarter of your previous

height. I'll be going to those men's homes as soon as I'm finished with you ",

she stated.

My eyes buldged, "What do you mean, 'finished with me?'"

"You're still too big for me to conseal," she said, popping open another beer,

"but at your size, all we'll need is a half a beer to shrink you down to a

quarter of your present height,.... just think, in about ten minutes you'll only

be about five inches tall ", she said proudly.

I tried to run, to jump off the bed, whatever it took to get away from her, but

it was no use. She easily pinned me to the mattress with titties much bigger

than my entire body, almost breaking my jaw as she forced the extra-large neck

of the bottle nearly down my throat, keeping it there even after half the bottle

was empty. She waited till I started to shrink. She polished off the remaindure

of the beer, then removed her bra. "Still want to suck on my tits?" she teased

as they balloned even bigger, the nipples nearly as lomg as I am tall.

I was uncerimoniously dropped into her purse, only to hear the voices of a few

other men trapped in the darkness with me.

Giantess Stories: THE MICRO

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