“So are you gonna just stand there
all night with your mouth open catching flies, or are you gonna buy a
girl a drink?” smirked the impossibly busty blonde, the brim of her
American flag emblazoned cowboy hat at a mischievous down tilt
towards her grinning face. The dim, smokey light of the bar didn't
hide the features of her skin; she was definitely a bit older than he
was, not that Frank cared in the slightest. She spun her bar stool to
face him, and it was all he could do to keep his eyes from bugging
out of his head as her colossal breasts carried the momentum into an
entrancing jiggle of creamy flesh. The ever widening smirk told him
she'd seen his instinctual response to her display all the same. She
patted the stool next to her, motioning for him to take a seat.
“I- uh- Of course, what's your
poison miss?” said Frank, trying to compose himself. He wasn't the
most handsome guy on the planet, and was still trying to process that
this woman was giving him the time of day, let alone inviting him to
take a seat next to her. Was she just going to play him for a sucker
and get a few free drinks out of him..? Wouldn't be the first time...
Still, what was the risk of buying a girl like this a few drinks,
compared to the potential payoff? He slid onto the bar stool, trying
his best to maintain eye contact with her instead of falling into her
intoxicating canyon again.
“The hat didn't give it away? I
like a good Cowboy.” she laughed, flagging down the bartender.
Frank was unfamiliar, but as the bartender approached, he did his
best to sound confident.
“A Bulleit Bourbon for me, and a
Cowboy for the lady, please.” said Frank, hoping the bartender
would be more familiar with the drink than he was. Thankfully, the
man behind the counter nodded in acknowledgment, before looking at
the mysterious woman. “Old Grand-Dad still your brand of choice,
Jenny?”
“Oh you know me too well Ted, but
now you've gone and ruined the fun of making him work for my name.”
teased Jenny, resting her elbows (and heavy breasts) on the bar top,
laying her palms on her cheeks as she swung her legs in the air from
the stool. Frank swallowed nervously. He hoped that drink would come
soon, he was going to need the liquid courage if he was going to talk
to this goddess.
“So how about you cowboy, gonna make
me work for yours or should I just pick one for you that I like
best?” she said, giving him an amused side eye glance as the
bartender collected the appropriate bottles from the shelf. Her
demeanor made it clear she was in control of this conversation; he
was just along for the ride.
“Uh- Frank. I'm Frank. Pleased to
meet you.” he replied as the bartender returned with their drinks.
He still didn't know what exactly Jenny had ordered, but she eyed the
milky white cocktail eagerly as it slid across the bar top towards
her. Frank accepted his shot glass of Bulleit in turn.
“Frank...
How quaint.” she mused, lifting the glass between her thumb and
index finger, tilting it towards him. Frank took the cue, clinking
his glass against hers, thankful for the confidence boost he was soon
to ingest. Frank quickly sucked back his shot with a grimace at the
burn, as Jenny gulped deeply from the cocktail glass, tilting her
head back to drink it all in one go. Frank took advantage of the
opportunity to steal another glance at her awe inspiring chest. The
brown leather vest she wore to complete her cowgirl look was staging
a valiant effort to hold back the swell of her enormous breasts.
Wider than her torso, the veiny mass of her tits sat proudly on her
chest, the creamy, veiny swell of her flesh making her vest look
wholly inadequate for the job as they filled the cups of her very
strained bra and flowed over the top in a way that made Frank weak in
the knees. She must have been at least an H cup by his estimate but
even that seemed a conservative guess. He quickly made sure to avert
his gaze as she brought the empty glass back to the bar top, grinning
as she licked the residual beverage from her upper lip and sighed her
approval.
“One look at you and I can tell you have no idea
what a Cowboy is.” she laughed, that signature smirk returning to
her seemingly perpetually amused expression. She didn't wait for him
to try and defend himself from the accusation before she continued;
“It's 1 part half-and-half cream and 2 parts bourbon. Keeps me
feeling... milky.” she giggled, swaying her body in a way clearly
intended to draw attention to her best assets. Frank felt dizzy, and
it had nothing to do with his shot of Bulleit.
“You can read me like an open book,
it would seem.” said Frank, lifting a pair of fingers to gesture to
the bartender that he needed a top up. Jenny wordlessly lifted her
empty glass along with him, knowing full well Frank would not object
to ponying up for another drink.
“Oh I can smell fresh meat
from a mile away, sugar. Even if I didn't know every regular at this
dive, I could tell it's your first time here. Oh, no offense Ted.”
Jenny said in her syrupy sweet tone as the bartender returned with
the twin bottles of Old Grand-Dad and Bulleit to top off Frank's
glass.
“None taken ma'am. You're half the
reason my clientele come here after all.” said the barkeep, not
even bothering to look up as he poured the expertly eyeballed
portions of cream and bourbon into the cocktail shaker. The
compliment sent Jenny into a fresh fit of giggles, as she rocked back
on her stool so enthusiastically that Frank leaned over in case he
had to try and catch her before she fell.
“Ohhh, my hero!”
laughed Jenny, daintily feigning distress as she leaned her head
back, throwing a hand over her face as she emulated the classic
'damsel in distress' position. “So what brings my knight in shining
armor here to this little ol' haunt of mine?”
“Ah well...
I... Well I just broke up with my girlfriend the other night actually
an-”
“And you decided to try a new bar and see if you
could get lucky?” interrupted Jenny, giving him another Cheshire
Cat like grin as she drank her freshly poured Cowboy. Frank was
stunned at her ability to cut straight to the point. He was starting
to feel like a pawn in a game he could scarcely comprehend, like this
woman already knew everything there was to know about him, and her
conversation was more playing with her food than anything else.
Still, given the direction it seemed to be going in, it was a game he
was more than willing to be a part of...
“I guess you could
say that,” replied Frank, quickly taking advantage of the opening
to suck back another shot of bourbon. He was noticing the burn in his
throat a little less each time, a sign he was starting to loosen up.
He gestured to Ted for yet another; he had a feeling he was going to
need at least one more before he worked up the nerve to shoot his
shot. “How about you, what brings a girl like you to a place like
this?”
“Oh, Frank with the hard hitting questions...”
mused Jenny, giving Ted a single glance out of the side of her eye,
confirming that she was ready for another drink. The bartender knew
his client well enough that he hadn't even put the cream away, and
had simply been waiting for her signal to begin pouring another.
“What can I say? I like the atmosphere, Ted here, he's a
sweetheart, and he pours a fine cowboy, and sometimes even the live
band is half decent...” she said, leaning towards Frank as she
spoke, before continuing in a hushed tone; “But I had a feeling I'd
find what I was looking for here tonight...” She whispered, gently
resting a hand on his leg under the bar.
Frank blinked twice
as his slightly inebriated brain attempted to process this. Jenny's
infinitely wide smirk seemed somehow even more encompassing as she
grinned at his confusion, like a deer in the headlights. And, he
realized as he found himself looking down at her chest, what a set of
headlights he was staring into...
“I- Uh-” Frank
sputtered, feeling his adrenaline spike.
“Finish your damn
drink and let's get out of here, you dunce.” said Jenny, winking at
him as she withdrew her hand from his thigh, as Ted returned with her
fresh Cowboy. She greedily took the glass as it slid over the bar top
into her waiting embrace, not even waiting for Frank's shot to
arrive. Ted poured his drink as Frank watched in awe as she chugged
back the drink, a few errant drops of the creamy concoction spilling
past her lips, falling down the concave of her breasts as they
dripped down into her cleavage. As if Frank's heart wasn't already
threatening to pound right out of his chest...
He didn't need
to be told twice however, as Ted handed him his freshly replenished
shot glass. Frank sucked back the bourbon without a second thought,
reached into his pocket and seized his wallet, fishing out a hundred
dollar bill, slapping it down onto the bar top.
“Keep the
change.” said Frank dismissively, his mind occupied with other
things as Jenny observed him with that mischievous smile he was so
very under the spell of.
“You see Jenny? You thought
calling my bar a dive was going to upset me.” said Ted in his
typical stoic and indifferent demeanor, sliding the crisp bill into
the front pocket of his apron before collecting the spent glasses
from his patrons.
“Fair enough hun, I guess I do have
a way of encouraging customers to leave a nice tip.” laughed Jenny,
before turning to Frank; “Would you be a doll and fetch my coat
from the rack there, darlin'?”
“My pleasure...” replied
Frank, practically leaping out of his seat at her command...
~
~ ~
Frank sat nervously in Jenny's car, an appropriately
'cowgirl' '79 Ranchero, on the ride to her place, almost nauseated
with excitement. His buzz was starting to wear off and so too had
returned a sense of batting well out of his league, as he ogled the
gorgeous woman, her curvature still hinting even through the puff of
her winter jacket. He hadn't been keeping track of the time but every
minute they were on the road felt like an hour as his mind raced. He
felt like he hadn't said anything for some time, so he opted to
ask;
“So, uh, whereabouts do you live anyways? Feels like
we've been driving a while...” said Frank, realizing as he looked
out the window that the city lights were dwindling behind them. He'd
been so focused on Jenny's enrapturing figure that he hadn't really
been paying attention until now, they must have taken the highway off
towards the city limits...
“Did you think a girl like me
lived in the city, sugar? Don't worry your pretty little head about
it, we'll be there soon. In fact...” responded Jenny, taking a hard
turn off to an exit Frank was unfamiliar with, ramping down from the
interstate and onto a dirt road. The Ranchero fishtailed wildly as
it's tires transitioned from tarmac to soil mid turn, causing Frank
to reflexively reach for a handle grip above the car window that
wasn't there, his face smacking painfully against the cool glass of
the window at the unexpected lurch. Jenny however, laughed in
amusement as the vehicle drifted back and forth, her body swinging
with the momentum like she was on a roller-coaster, cheering as the
tires at last found good purchase in the dust and kicked off once
more in a straight line. She cast another smile at Frank's bewildered
expression.
“Darlin', if you can't have some fun with a
bumpy ride, tonight might be a little much for you.” she teased.
Frank reacted quickly by trying to laugh it off, fearful she would
lose interest if he didn't put on a tough act.
“I can
handle it, just snuck up on me, heh.” he said, rubbing the sore
side of his face. “I guess you like it rough, huh?” Frank
suddenly went chalk white as he realized what he'd said, not having
intended it that way. Jenny went into another fit of her signature
giggles, sensing his insecurity.
“Oh you have no idea
sugar... Are you gonna keep nursing that cheek of yours or can I have
some real fun now that we're a few miles away from the nearest
cop?”
Frank braced himself, making sure his arm was
prepared to stop him from another up close and personal experience
with the window, before replying with a half hearted nod of
acknowledgment that he hoped looked convincing. It had either worked,
or more likely Jenny didn't care, as she smirked, shifted gears, and
floored it. The pedal yielded under the press of her leather boot as
Frank was pressed back into his seat. She cheered on the Ranchero,
the engine roaring in approval as the speedometer flared, and Frank
held on for dear life.
It was going to be a wild night.
~
~ ~
Frank felt every bounce and inch of air time as the car
flew over the uneven dirt road, his bones shaking each he rose into
the air as Jenny went out of her way to take every twist, rise, and
dip in the road at maximum speed. The trees zoomed past them in a
winding display as terrified animals made way for the rocketing
Ranchero, scattering into the woods as it ripped past them. Jenny
bounced in her seat, the buttons on her winter coat surrendering to
physics and popping aside as her monstrous breasts heaved with each
shift in momentum. Jenny giggled as she spared a glance down at her
generous chest, the milky flesh rolling enticingly within the
confines of her V necked vest. Frank was once again under her spell,
averting his gaze from the looming threat of death in a car accident
to observe the lewd display.
“Oh, I guess the girls wanted
to say hello!” shouted the excited Jenny as the car continued it's
ludicrous ride down the country path. Frank was terrified, especially
since Jenny seemed more preoccupied watching her own gigantic tits
sloshing about on her chest than the road, but he got the idea that
Jenny had been up and down this path so many times she could probably
do it blindfolded.
Suddenly, the Ranchero took a hard right,
slipping through a gap in the trees that seemed to appear out of
nowhere. The car rocked up on two wheels for a horrifying few seconds
as Frank was practically thrown from his seat towards Jenny, his
scream of terror cut short as the seat belt digging into his ribs
choked the air out of his lungs. Jenny cackled with glee before the
car bounced back on all four tires and skidded to a halt in front of
a modest, but well built house in the clearing.
“I love
that turn so much. What a rush! You still with me there sugar?”
smiled Jenny, turning to Frank as he gasped to refill his compressed
lungs. He coughed and sputtered, but gave her a thumbs up.
“Oh
you poor thing, was I too rough?” teased the perpetually amused
Jenny, as she plucked the keys from the ignition and opened her door.
“Why don't you catch your breath and you can meet me inside when
you're ready, you big baby?”
“No, no, I'm good...”
Frank said between coughs, “I just need some air...”
“Well
last one inside is a rotten egg!” the energetic woman shouted as
she lept out of the car, bouncing up the path to the house. She
paused with the door half open behind her to wave her fingers at him,
letting it close as she slipped away out of sight. Frank struggled to
undo the unfamiliar seat belt, but got it unfastened as he followed
her up to the front steps. He opted to knock, revealing that the door
was unlocked as it gently swung away from his tap.
“Hello?” said Frank, leaning into
the open door way, still unsure of how to proceed. The house exterior
was a log cabin but peering inside, he could see it was much more
luxurious on the inside than the outwardly appearance would suggest;
more like a cottage than a rugged cabin in the woods. With no
response, Frank decided to enter, shutting the door behind him. As he
traversed the well decorated hallway, he noticed the sounds of a fire
crackling in one of the side rooms. Sure enough as he rounded the
next corner, Frank saw the telltale flickering of light from an open
door way. He made his way to the source, leaned through the door way,
and...
Jenny lay on her side on a red velvet couch in front
of a gently crackling fireplace. No longer clad in her leather vest,
she wore only a set of black lingerie. Her thigh high stockings clung
firmly to her luscious legs that seemed to go on for miles, before
giving way to the soft milky flesh of her thighs. The garter belt she
wore pulled his eyes further up along her body, where the impossibly
huge breasts that had brought him this far from home sat proudly on
her chest, their creamy mass spilling over the black lace that
invoked visions of a tidal wave of tit about to over take an
overwhelmed dam. Swirling a glass of bourbon and cream in her hand,
Jenny barely looked up from her drink as Frank stared in awe at this
goddess.
“Just gonna stand there all night?” she mused,
draining her glass in one swift motion and setting it down on a
nearby night stand. She reached up, grabbing the brim of her cowboy
hat and casting it like a discus towards the stunned Frank, expertly
landing it directly on his face. Frank snapped out of his trance,
quickly hanging the hat off of a hook on the door, before entering
the lounge.
“You know, this night is going to be a lot more
interesting if you stop staring and start getting down to
business...” said Jenny, sitting up from her reclined position. She
reached up, squeezing the mass of her tits together and somehow
creating an even deeper cleavage then Frank had ever known was
possible. The light of the fireplace cascaded over her deep canyon of
flesh, highlighting the veins that ran just below the surface, as
Jenny reached behind herself and, with a click, unclasped her
exhausted bra. No longer hooked up in support, her heavy tits bounced
forward revealing just how much the heroically enduring bra strap had
held back. Frank's jaw dropped as the bra fell away from her twin
monuments, and their full shape revealed. If he thought she'd been
huge in her bra, unrestrained, she was simply titanic. Each one of
her gargantuan tits dwarfed his head, her stiffening pink nipples
swelled up as the warmth of the fire tickled them. Jenny cooed as she
ran her fingers up from the bottom of her boobs, up over her turgid
nipples, gasping at their sensitivity as she gave them a pinch. The
ripples from her teasing play made her engorged breasts tremor in the
soft light of the fire, as she leaned back into the couch, her eyes
half lidded in pleasure.
“Well? Come and get me then, big
boy.” sighed Jenny, her tiny hands sinking into her titflesh as she
gripped her massive mammaries and bit her bottom lip.
Frank needed no further
instruction.
~ ~ ~
Frank had no idea how long he'd
been pleasuring her breasts with his mouth, his hands dwarfed by
their size as he tried his best to grip as much of her tits from the
sides as he could. He'd always fantasized about a woman like Jenny;
the confident, mature, and impossibly busty girl of his dreams. Even
better, Jenny seemingly could not get enough of his breastplay, her
hands digging into the back of his scalp as he licked, suckled, and
massaged her breasts with his lips, pulling his mouth back to her
teat every time he strayed too far. Suddenly Jenny's moans began to
mount in intensity; her grip on the back of his head as she pulled
him into her tit strengthened. Frank was unable to breathe as her
nails dug into his scalp, her moans becoming unrestrained shouts of
pleasure, until suddenly he tasted it.
Her nipple erupted in
a jet of milk as his stimulation pushed her over the edge. The creamy
fluid drenched his tongue in silky layers of intoxicatingly sweet and
supple taste as Jenny screamed out in ecstasy, her legs locking
around his mid section, refusing to let him go. The ambrosia of her
milk washed down his throat as Frank greedily swallowed every drop.
He couldn't believe it; it was something he'd always fantasized about
but, until now, he never thought he'd experience. He closed his eyes
to focus on her taste, hearing her passionate moans begin to ease off
as he suckled her teat...
But, something felt...
Off.
Frank's closed eyes began to open as the curious
sensation of Jenny's nipple swelling against his tongue just didn't
stop. Her already enormous breasts felt like he was losing his grip
on them with each passing moment, like his palms just couldn't hold
as much as they could a second ago. He blinked in confusion, watching
as Jenny's huge breasts seemed to loom even larger. He realized in
terror that if she got any bigger, one of her tits would go from
being larger than his head, to being wider than his entire
torso.
“Wh- What's happening? Why are you getting bigger!?”
said Frank, backing away from the reclining Jenny, still in her
orgasmic afterglow as she leaned back into the couch cushions. But
even as he said it, he realized it wasn't true; she wasn't getting
bigger, he was... Shrinking..? His clothes became loose fitting,
feeling more like robes than the outfit he'd put on that morning. His
arms withdrew into his sleeves, which soon draped over the ends of
his hands. Frank began to panic, tripping on the inside of his own
pant legs as he stumbled backwards and landed on his back,
practically swimming in his own clothes. Suddenly Jenny moaned,
sitting up from the couch, and giggled down at the child sized Frank
as he looked up at her in fear. He no longer found her signature
laugh cute; now it was intimidating.
“Aw, look at widdle
Frank! Did he enjoy his little nummy nummy from momma Jenny?” she
teased, smirking as she dabbed at her still milky tit with a napkin
seized from the night table. She squeezed her leaking nipple between
her fingers, cooing at the sensitivity as she pinched out the last
drops of lactation into the cloth.
“Jenny, please, what the fuck is
happening!? Why am I... small!?” shouted Frank. The sound of his
own voice reminded him of how he sounded when he was a child, and he
quickly cupped his hands to his mouth, as if in fear that he'd lose
more of his masculinity if he let it escape from his throat. Jenny
tugged at the nipple of her left tit one last time before throwing
the napkin, now quite soaked in her milk, back on the night
table.
“Oh Frank, did you ever stop to ask yourself if
maybe this whole thing was just a little too good to be true for
someone like you?” said Jenny, not even bothering to look at him as
she stood up and walked over the reduced man, still laying on his
back on the floor. Frank froze as her stocking clad foot passed over
his face, and her heel came down just over where his head lay. He
couldn't see her face behind her mammoth breasts as she passed over
him and made her way to the door behind him. Reaching up, she grabbed
a small key from the upper shelf of the lounge bar, and shoved the
heavy oak door shut, slipping the key into the lock. With a twist and
a click, Frank heard the lock engage, trapping him in the lounge with
Jenny as she returned the key to the high shelf, now well above
Frank's reach. “I mean, you had to know a girl like me didn't have
to settle for a guy like you, right?” she continued, beginning to
walk back towards him.
Frank kicked off the over-sized pants,
sliding out of his ill fitting belt and slipping out of his shirt.
His nakedness made him feel even more vulnerable as he slid backwards
across the floor away from the approaching titaness, now almost twice
his height. The left side of Jenny's lip curled up in amusement, but
she did not make any motion to catch him, simply letting him retreat
from her.
“Jenny what the fuck did you do to me? What the
hell is going on? If you don't start talking I'm going to scream for
help, an-”
“And what, exactly? You must be even dumber
than I thought, sugar. Perhaps you forgot but we're miles outside of
the city and nobody knows where you are. You're going to scream out
for help? And who's going to hear you, you think?” interrupted
Jenny, plopping her curvaceous rump back down on the couch and
lifting Frank's discarded pants with her foot. They dangled from her
toes as she brought them up to her waiting hands, fishing around in
his pocket. “Perhaps you'd like to Phone A Friend?” she teased,
producing his cell phone and throwing it to the naked Frank.
Frank
put out both hands to catch it, but was surprised at how much larger
and weightier the device felt as he cupped it out of the air. He
wasted no time, quickly punching in his pass number to unlock the
phone to try and call someone, anyone, to let them know he was in
trouble. He picked the last number he called and brought the
seemingly over-sized phone to his ear, keeping an eye on Jenny. She
sat on the couch, dangling her feet and absent mindedly examined her
nails, her gigantic breasts still hanging freely on display. Frank
realized why she wasn't bothered at his attempts to call for help
when his phone produced a dread inducing Out Of Service tone. Of
course, he should have known; why would he have cell service this far
out of the city? Frank felt his blood turn to ice.
“Oooohhhh,
so cwose widdle Fwanky, but close only counts in horseshoes and hand
grenades...” sneered the busty bitch, now leafing through his
wallet. Her face scrunched up in an amused attempt to hold back a
snicker as she found his emergency condom in a side pocket and
plucked it out. “I think this might be a little big for you now,
hmm Fwanky? Not that you'll be using it tonight anyways...” she
laughed, tossing it over her shoulder and directly into the
fireplace. The smoke and smell of the burning rubber was channeled up
and away out the chimney as Frank's heart raced, trying to figure
something out.
“Why am I small, I don't understand... I was
just... sucking your tit and...” Frank said as he starting putting
the pieces of the puzzle together. Jenny just shook her head like she
couldn't believe he hadn't figured it out already.
“... It
was your milk. You tricked me into drinking your milk, an-”
“I
tricked you? Frank let's cut the bullshit, you and I both know you'd
still suckle my tit if I told you they made fucking cyanide.” said
Jenny, once again rising to her feet as she once again moved towards
Frank. The tone of her voice had shifted. No longer did she play up
the country accent, she was now all business. The child sized man
realized he was trapped as he backed up into the corner of the room
as she approached. “Pam told me you broke up with her because she
wasn't chesty enough for you, so I volunteered to give you what you
wanted... Just perhaps a lot more of it than you were hoping
for.”
“I- WHAT? PAM?” shouted Frank in his pathetically
child like voice. “PAM PUT YOU UP TO THIS?” The pieces were
finally starting to fall into place for him.
“Oh don't go
blaming her now Frank, you broke her heart, and it was just your
comeuppance that she was friends with the only witch this side of the
Ohio River. I don't take kindly to my sisters being made to feel
small by brain dead morons such as yourself.” said Jenny as she
dropped to her knees. Her colossal breasts, each as wide as his
entire chest, slammed into each other as the fleshy orbs bounced
together. Frank had no doubts that she could pin him to the floor
under her rack, were she so intent on it. “Maybe if you'd used your
head, or listened to that little voice in your gut telling you
'something isn't right here', you wouldn't be in this predicament.
But that's just your most recent mistake. Even before that, you
should have been thankful for the woman you had in your life in the
first place. But now you're mine. Open up pipsqueak, I'm just getting
started with you...”
Jenny hefted one of her massive tits
up so her nipple was at mouth level with Frank. Knowing full well now
that by whatever pagan magic, drinking her milk would make him even
smaller, Frank recoiled from her offered bosom, and made a dive for
her left side, hoping to escape the corner of the room. Jenny's arm
snapped up, her forearm clothes-lining Frank in the chin as she
correctly estimated Frank would try to dodge low as soon as she
reached for him. At his reduced size, even Jenny's relatively soft
feminine arm clocking him in the face felt like he'd taken a punch
from the mountain of a bouncer they'd had at the bar earlier, and he
stumbled back from the blow.
“Nice try you little prick...
But this is your first and final warning. We can do this the easy
way...” said Jenny as she lifted the diminutive Frank to his feet
and shoved him back in the corner, once more presenting her teat to
him. Frank grimaced, turning his head away from her titanic breast,
refusing to play her game.
“Or we can do this the hard
way.” Jenny finished, her tone betraying her displeasure at his
resistance as her powerful hand easily wrapped around his jaw. She
forcefully directed his mouth back to her waiting tit. Frank
attempted to blurb out a shout of protest, but he was completely
overpowered as the swollen nub of her teat pressed into his lips, and
the weight of her meaty tit followed behind it. Frank felt his head
connect with the wall behind him as the enveloping mass of her
girlflesh wrapped around his face, blocking out everything but the
sound of her heartbeat pumping through her chest. Frank felt her
engorged teat push through his pursed lips, wedging it self between
his teeth. He didn't dare bite, already so easily overpowered he was
at his current size, but Jenny had no trouble stimulating herself
against his lips. Her huge, swollen nipple hurt his jaw as she
pressed it into his mouth, forcing it open as Jenny gasped in
satisfaction as she felt it make contact with his tongue. Frank's
muffled screams did little more than send pleasurable sensations
through the soft, but unyielding silky mass of her breast. Within
moments, Jenny's moans became shouts as the feelings of overpowering
the diminutive Frank pushed her over the edge, and he felt the
familiar and intoxicatingly sweet taste of her breast milk issue
forth from her nipple, filling his mouth with it's warm and creamy
jet. But Jenny did not relent, using the enveloping mass of her tit
to smother Frank and force him to swallow every drop. Frank was
powerless, unable to breath, his lungs on fire as he reflexively
gasped for air, only to be met with mouthfuls and mouthfuls of
breastflesh and Jenny's accursed milk. After what felt like an
eternity to Frank, Jenny pulled her massive mounds back from his face
to grant him a chance to breathe.
Frank sputtered, trying to
spit out however much of the milk he hadn't already swallowed, but
each breath he took carried the sweet aroma of her lactate down his
throat and he knew it was already too late. The smirking face of
Jenny grew ever larger as he started to shrink once more. Frank felt
a sense of vertigo overtake him as the world rose up and away, giving
him a sense of falling despite his feet being planted firmly on the
floor, the impossible argument in his brain as it tried to make sense
of the incompatible sensations making him feel dizzy. Frank moaned as
his head swam, losing his balance as he stumbled and lost his
footing, tumbling to the hardwood floor. Jenny, still on her knees,
towered over him as he fell into the shadow of her pendulous and ever
larger breasts. Her mischievous smirk turned into a sadistic grin as
she watched Frank go from the size of a child, to the size of a baby,
to the size of a mouse before her very eyes.
“Not that
you'd know, wittle Fwankie, but this sort of magic typically only
works this well when at least part of the victim's soul cooperates
with it... So you can protest all you like, try to run from me or
play hard to get, but deep down we both know that part of you is
really enjoying this.” teased Jenny, her voice sounding more to
Frank like it came from the front row seat of a concert instead of a
woman just over 5 feet tall. He watched in terror as a drop of milk
clinging to her still swollen nipple began to drip, before it
succumbed to gravity and broke free. Like slow motion, Frank watched
the creamy drop grow larger in his vision before it slammed down in
front of him, splashing him as it impacted the hardwood. Jenny
cackled in amusement, having not even noticed the drop forming. She
grabbed her leaking tit, and Frank saw as her comparatively small
hand almost sank into the soft mass of her flesh. She brought the
massive mammary up to her waiting lips, her eyes never leaving the
tiny Frank as she wrapped her mouth around her teat, licking up any
residual milk. After a few moments, she swallowed and released her
tit from her lips. Frank instinctively put up his arms to try and
protect himself as the gigantic orb of girlflesh rolled out of her
mouth and entered freefall, fearing her mass would smash him flat. Of
course the giant breast simply slammed down against her chest,
jostling against it in a way that would have driven him wild in any
other situation. Realizing he wasn't about to be crushed, he peered
over his arms, waiting to see what would happen to Jenny after
sampling her own magic milk.
“Don't get your hopes up, fun size.
The spell only works on people who feel small and insecure on the
inside. And as you can see...” Jenny paused, sinking her hands into
either tit, closing her eyes in pleasure as she gave them a momentous
squeeze, her hands barely able to grip has own massive assets, “I've
got nothing to feel little about.”
“You on the other
hand... I could probably roll you up and put you in that rubber I
found in your wallet if I still had it. Oops. That would have been
fun... But hey, I'm not without sympathy Fwankie. You look like you
could use a stiff drink. Let's get that sorted for you.”
Jenny's
hand moved from her tit towards the powerless Frank. He froze, only
trying to make a dodge as her fingers began to curl around him. Try
as he might, he was unable to squeeze between her fingers as he was
effortlessly lifted up into her hand. Trapped in her warm grip, Frank
was surrounded by the heat and scent of the massive witch, feeling
every rumble as she began to walk. Even within the palm of her hand,
Frank couldn't help but smell the scent of her milk from when she'd
squeezed the last few drops out of her tit. In any other context he'd
be comfortable, curled up in her warm embrace with the sweetness of
her milk still lingering on his tongue, but here he was terrified at
what he'd been reduced to; powerless against this sadistic, busty
bitch.
“Gonna need my hands for a moment sugar, I'm sure
you won't mind...” heard Frank, as he felt himself being lifted up.
Suddenly without further warning, light broke through the gap in her
fingers as Jenny released her captive, letting him free fall. Frank
yelped as he scrambled for a handhold, and not finding it, tumbled
out of her hand, bouncing off the soft and warm surface of her
titanic breast. Jenny smirked and shook her head at the pathetic
display as the mouse sized Frank, completely dwarfed by her massive
rack, slipped between her breasts. Trapped in her cleavage, Frank
struggled for a moment before realizing the futility; even if he
could pull himself free of the embrace of her heavy breasts, it was a
long way down to the ground, and then what? Even if he survived the
fall, getting away from Jenny would be impossible. He was along for
the ride now.
Now able to actually see, Frank realized Jenny
had walked them over to the lounge bar. With her hands free, Frank
watched as she selected a clean glass from the shelf, and a bottle of
her favorite Grand-Dad brand bourbon. Setting the glass and bottle
down on the bar top, Frank was puzzled; what was she planning here?
He didn't have to wait long to find out as Jenny's hand soon
returned, casting him into it's shadow as she reached down towards
the tiny man lodged between her breasts. Frank let out a scream equal
to his size in how pathetic it was as her relatively large palm
descended towards him, but it stopped just over his head as her
fingers plunged down into her fleshy canyon beneath him, curling
inwards as she scooped up the luckless Frank, effortlessly plucking
him out of her tits, before depositing him in the cocktail glass.
Frank recoiled from the transition of the warmth of her breasts to
the cold touch of the glass against his naked body, and immediately
lept to his feet and tried to escape the confines of the cup. However
the soles of his bare feet could find no purchase against the smooth
concave of the rounded bottom of the glass, and every attempt
resulted in him simply sliding back down to the bottom. Jenny watched
in amusement at his struggles for a few moments before swirling the
bottle of bourbon about in her hand.
“Hmm, looks like I'll need to get a
new one soon; a girl might be enjoying her bourbon a touch too
much...” observed Jenny, dissatisfied with the paltry amount of Old
Grand-Dad left in the bottle; “But there's enough here to pour you
a drink I suppose.”
“Jenny please, I get it! I was wrong
to do what I did to Pam, I'm sorry! Please, enough of the games, I've
learned my lesson! Jenny, do you hear me? JENNY DON'T PO-” shouted
Frank, as Jenny ignored his pleas for mercy before up turning the
bottle into the cocktail glass. Frank was instantly drenched in a
downpour of the smoky spirit, the burn of the alcohol seeping into
his eyes and throat as his glass prison readily received Jenny's
preferred brand. He sputtered, groaning in agony as he tried to clear
the burning fluid from his face, the fumes of the alcohol making him
woozy as he stood waist deep in a shot's worth of the powerful
drink.
“Oh, a little strong for you Fwankie? You seemed to
do alright with your shots at the bar... But if you need me to thin
it out for you I've got just the thing. You do remember my favorite
drink, right?”
Even after all he'd been through tonight,
and the intense fumes of the bourbon he was literally soaking in,
Frank's eyes went wide as he realized what she was about to do.
Grimacing as he squeezed his eyes shut as hard as he could to try and
force the sting out, he then looked up to the lip of the glass.
Jenny's enormous, meaty breast was already on it's way as she used
both hands to hoist it's massive heft up over the cocktail glass.
Frank screamed as her tit came down, threatening to tip the glass
over and cast it's contents, Frank included, across the bar, where
he'd no doubt he smashed to a pulp under her feminine flesh. However,
Jenny expertly planted her teat over the top of the glass, the weight
of her breast pinning the cup straight down to the table as her flesh
rolled over the edges, casting Frank into darkness as he became
surrounded by her bosom. Now stuck within the confines of the glass,
up to his waist in bourbon, and a gigantic swollen nipple piercing
down into his personal space from above, Frank truly felt defeated.
Though he couldn't see it, he could hear as Jenny began to squeeze
her breast from outside the glass, the walls of tit flesh around him
shifting as she groped and compressed her massive mound. Her moans
rumbled through her flesh and the glass as Frank felt her turgid
nipple swell with her arousal, brushing the top of his head as it
reacted to her play. Frank sank back into his bourbon soak, barely
bothering to keep his head above the burning liquid, as he tried to
make out her nipple above him in the darkness. He knew what was
coming next, and he wouldn't have to wait long.
With a groan
of pleasure, Jenny felt the milk begin to accumulate in her breast,
and with one good squeeze of her tit, it issued forth. Frank didn't
even bother to try and cover himself as her swollen teat sprayed a
jet of her milk out into the cocktail glass, blasting him with the
silky warmth of her lactate as she made her own truly personal brand
of Cowboy. Frank was sent spinning into the mixture as her tit had no
problem topping off the glass, his one small mercy being that her
cream absorbed most of the burn of the bourbon. Frank tried to swim
upward in the swirling concoction as his lungs screamed for air, and
after what felt like an eternity, he rose to the top of the cocktail,
clinging to Jenny's nipple as it stirred in the surface of the drink.
Jenny's eyes closed as she basked in the pleasant tingling of her
breast play, Frank's tiny grip of her nipple eliciting a gasp from
her as she pried her breast from the glass. Frank was exhausted, and
unable to maintain his grip as he slid off the surface of her teat
and splashed back into the freshly made Cowboy cocktail. Jenny's
smirking, perpetually entertained face greeted him as he bobbed,
completely drained, in the fruit of her erotic bartending.
“So what do you think Fwankie, how's
your first time drinking a Cowboy?” she mused, swirling the glass
around in her hand and sending Frank into a fresh panic as the drink
began to form a vortex in the center of the glass. Before he could be
sucked back down into it, he felt the familiar sensation once more as
he began to shrink; it was impossible for him not to have swallowed
some of the cursed creamed as he fought for breath... And once more
Jenny laughed her signature laugh as she watched the mouse sized man
reduce, becoming even smaller as he sloshed in the froth of her milky
mixture, until he was no bigger than a pill.
“Oh, did I
pour you a little too much? Well if you can't handle your liquor,
wittle Fwankie, there's no sense wasting it... Bottoms up!”
Frank's
screams were too tiny to be heard by now, but scream he did as Jenny
brought the glass past her mountainous breasts and up to her
succulent lips. The scent of her lip gloss joined with the
intoxicating liquor fumes of the bourbon as the glass began to tilt
towards her waiting maw. Was this how he was going to die, swallowed
like a vitamin pill along with a mouthful of breast milk and bourbon
by a sadistic witch? Frank tried to swim through the mixture towards
the back of the glass as he struggled to comprehend this seemingly
impossible end to his life. Jenny took her time, her tongue peeking
out of her lips to sample her milk, her moan of satisfaction at the
taste of her creamy sweetness echoing through the glass with the
power of a shipping freighter's blasting horn as the glass began to
turn upright...
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door of
the lounge. Jenny paused mid drink, her lips curling into a smile as
Frank did his best to stay away from her mouth. The glass tilted back
up right as Jenny's grin widened.
“Oh, is that you darling?
I was starting to think you weren't going to make it...”
“What..?”
said Frank, still bobbing in Jenny's drink, feeling the world rush up
to meet him as she planted the glass back on the bar top and went to
collect the key and open the door for her surprise guest. What was
this development? Who would come all the way out here just to...
Suddenly Frank had a realization.
“Oh no. No. No no no
no...” said the tiny man, sobbing to himself as he tried to reach
the lip of the glass and escape. He'd rather fall off the edge of the
bar to his death than see who was behind that door, even though he
already knew... He heard the clinking of the key in the lock as Jenny
pulled the heavy door open...
“Pam! You made it! I hope you
didn't have any trouble finding the place!”
“Sorry I'm
late, yeah, I had a hard time with the roads. Oh, girl, you're...
Almost naked, haha! Does that mean..?”
“He made it real
easy darling... You want to see?”
“That little piece of
shit fell for it..? … Yeah, I want to see.”
Frank knew he
was doomed.
~ ~ ~
Pam approached the bar trepidatiously
behind Jenny, almost like she didn't really believe her ex was
actually going to be shrunk. Jenny had demonstrated her abilities to
her ahead of this plan but, it all seemed too fantastic to be real.
Expecting to find him cowering behind the bar, the petite woman was
confused as she leaned over but found only the hardwood floor of the
lounge to greet her.
“I don't get it, you said he was here,
where is he?” said Pam, adjusting her glasses.
“You're
thinking too big darling.” winked Jenny, lifting up the cocktail
glass and offering it to her friend. Pam cocked her head in confusion
as she took the glass, looking down into the frothy mixture to
discern what kind of drink her friend had prepared for her. She
squinted down into the drink as she spotted movement.
“Uh,
thanks for the drink but, I think a fly got into i-... Oh my
god.”
Frank fought against the churning cocktail, trying to
stay above the surface to breathe while trying his best to remain
undetected as the gigantic squinting face of his ex-girlfriend loomed
above him. As he struggled to stay afloat, it was inevitable he'd
swallowed more and more of Jenny's milk, reducing in size even more.
He could see himself in the reflection of Pam's glasses and realized
he must be smaller than a grain of rice, the size of a fruit fly now.
What would happen to him next? Would these women just let him shrink
away to nothing, drowning in Jenny's cream? Would Jenny finish what
she started and swallow him alive? With Pam now in the equation his
fate could be something else entirely... and judging by the look on
her face, she'd just clued in.
Jenny smirked as the look of
realization came over Pam, watching as her face turned from curiosity
to fury; a woman scorned, now in prime position to take her
vengeance. However not even Jenny was prepared for what Pam did next
as two of her fingers descended like the talons of a predatory bird
into the drink, scooping up the luckless Frank.
“Hello
Frank. Not such a big man now are you?” glared Pam at the tiny
wriggling form adhered to her finger by the surface tension of
Jenny's milk. The naked man couldn't even pry his arms away from the
surface of Pam's skin to hide his shame or cover his eyes from her
ferocious, penetrating gaze.
“Jenny's tits big enough for you?
I know how much that matters to you, but hey, maybe now you'll find
me big enough for you too.” said Pam, using her offhand to reach
into her blouse. Jenny's eyes went wide in amusement watching her
substantially less busty friend pluck out one C cup breast out of her
top, bringing the finger mounted Frank before her bare tit. Frank was
in no position to complain about her lack of bust anymore, as Pam
smeared him against her swelling nipple. Spared only by luck and the
liquid properties of Jenny's milk as the surface tension transferred
him to it's surface, Frank was stuck fast to his ex-girlfriend's now
gigantic teat. All the times he'd been intimate with her, playing
with and suckling her nipples while dreaming in his mind of a girl
like Jenny, only to be held against one like a decoration.
Pam
grabbed the underside of her tit, tilting it up to admire her
handiwork, sneering down at her humiliated ex-boyfriend, when
something strange began to happen. Frank felt it too, as the drop of
milk she'd used to stick him to her chest began to soak into her
breastflesh. Jenny was silent as she observed Pam begin to moan, a
warming sensation seeping into her breast from her nipple, spreading
through her body to her opposite tit. Jenny couldn't have predicted
this, but it was within the realms of possibility when dealing with
this kind of magic... It wasn't uncommon for it to take on a will of
it's own and find ways to make things interesting...
Before
their very eyes, her C cups began to swell. A deep feeling of warmth
and pleasure ran through Pam's breasts as the magic infused in
Jenny's enchanted milk coursed through her flesh, and she began to
pant as she started to unbutton the rest of her blouse, feeling like
she was suddenly in a sauna. Pam forgot her modesty as she peeled the
shirt away, revealing a formerly adequate bra now fighting to keep
one tit still contained, as the one she'd already popped out of her
cup grew larger and larger. Pam was already trying to unclasp the
undergarment to ease the strain on her poor, compressed tit, when it
made it's own prison break, swelling up over the top of the bra as
the cup could withstand it no longer. Frank was almost deafened even
on the surface of Pam's opposite nipple by the sound of tearing
fabric.
Pam opened her eyes, gasping to catch her breath as
the sensation at last subsided. She managed to unclasp her now ruined
bra, the destroyed fabric pinned to her chest underneath the newly
developed swell of her enlarged breasts. Pam stared down at her new
assets in disbelief, sighing in pleasure as she gently ran her
fingers over her curvature, marveling at their weight as she lifted
them up just enough to let the destroyed and undersized bra fall
away. She was almost knocked off balance as her boobs came back down,
their unfamiliar mass pulling her forward. Frank was knocked for a
loop as he felt himself rise up and enter freefall again, the dried
liquid the only thing keeping him on board as Pam's big breasts fell
back down as she released them.
“My my... That's an
interesting way for that spell to go isn't it? Seems it took all that
mass and energy from wittle Fwankie and gave it to you, my darling...
Or at least a bit of it so far. One little drop like that and you
went up a few cup sizes...” said Jenny, approaching her newly busty
friend. Jenny still outsized her, but Frank could hardly tell from
where he was as Jenny's all encompassing breasts dominated his view.
Jenny didn't stop however, gently pressing her breasts against Pam's.
Frank began to scream, but realizing what was coming next, wisely
opted to fill his lungs instead with as much as air as they could
hold as Jenny's creamy skin made contact, rolling over him and
drowning him in tit flesh. Everything went pitch black, and very,
very warm for Frank as he was compressed, but unmercifully uncrushed
between the biggest tits he'd ever experience in his life.
Pam
was still taking it all in as her friend pressed her gigantic breasts
against her own newly engorged mammaries. Their sensitivity was
unreal, and she almost yelped as she felt her nipples pressed against
the gloriously soft mass of Jenny, and feeling her tiny ex sandwiched
between the two of them. She couldn't think of a time she'd ever been
this aroused; not even her first time with a man had ever left her in
a state like this. Jenny had always been good to her, but, truly
she'd always been jealous of those massive tits, a feeling that had
only been made all the worse by Frank breaking it off with her when
he'd told her he needed a woman with something a bit more
substantial. But now here she was, tit to tit with her friend and...
not completely overwhelmed by her size. Jenny was still bigger, sure,
but...
“... Can you make me bigger?” said Pam in a husky
tone, her arousal plainly obvious.
“Not up to me
sweetheart... The magic has a mind of it's own. My advice? Play along
and see where it takes you.” smiled Jenny, as she pressed her
breasts a hair closer to Pam, both of them feeling the minuscule
squirming of their captive against their sensitive flesh. Pam cooed,
even as Jenny pulled away, sauntering her hips enticingly as she made
her way behind the bar. Frank gasped for air, released from the
crushing prison of the two women's gigantic breasts. His lungs ached
for air as they painfully expanded, crushed between between their
soft, but unyielding monuments to femininity. Even the air of the
lounge, heated by the burning wood in the fireplace, felt like a cool
ambrosia to his throat after the sheer heat put out by the aroused
women's bodies.
“So what can I get you darling?”
said Jenny, leaning over the bar top as she relaxed her massive
breasts upon it. Pam eyed her chesty friend hungrily; the sensation
of her breasts enlarging, her modesty and inhibitions shed away like
her useless bra. She wanted more. Jenny realized the drink she'd
prepared was still on the bar, and standing up to reach for it, Pam
saw her chance and took it. Frank was almost forgotten entirely as
Pam leaned over the bar top, her newly sized breasts plopping down
atop it. The force of their landing sent enough of a reverb through
her jiggling mass that Frank was launched from the tip of her teat
onto the bar, screaming as he suffered a hard landing. His battered,
exhausted body could only manage to groan as he rolled over onto his
back, Pam's heavy breast resting on the bar top but still looming
over him, her soft mass still rocking with the force of her drop.
Pam's face however, cast him into her shadow as she leaned over,
seizing the shocked Jenny's nipple between her lips. Frank was
battered by the ear shattering moan of Jenny as Pam's tongue worked
over her nipple, the witch caught off guard by her friend's new found
ambition. Jenny did not resist, instead reaching a hand around Pam's
head, pulling her further into her massive breast to suckle with
greater fervor.
Frank lie helpless below the both of them,
his body wracked with pain and unable to move, but knew from
experience how to read Jenny's mounting moans. Her twin peaks hung
above him, Pam worked her massive tit like a ripe fruit, coaxing out
the succulent nectar within. Jenny's rythmatic moaning rose in pitch
as Pam found her mark, and her generous bosom rewarded her in turn.
Pam sighed in ecstasy as Jenny's teat erupted with her sweet milk, as
she drank it in heartily. Jenny reclined back into a stool behind the
bar, almost losing her balance as she reeled from the head rush of
the orgasmic sensation. Pam felt the mysterious force again, the
pleasurable warmth soaking into her body as Jenny's milk coated her
throat as it spread into her breasts, and they began to swell once
more. Frank moaned in terror as her table top tits, already massive
at his scale, began to roll towards him over the bar top. Adrenaline
rekindled his body as he scrambled backwards, away from Pam,
terrified of being steamrolled under her breasts as she closed her
eyes in pleasure and focused on the sensations of her growing
breasts.
The speed of her growth began to
outpace his futile attempts to escape, but Jenny inadvertently cut
off his escape as she gave in to her lust, dropping her own
gargantuan breasts down on the bar behind him as she leaned in and
pulled Pam's lips into her own. Frank screamed as Jenny's bust
slammed down a matter of inches from his body, their heft forming an
impassable wall of girlflesh. Frank was now caught between Jenny's
already colossal breasts, and Pam's growing assets as they rose up to
challenge her size. He tried desperately to escape, redirecting
himself to try and escape out to the side, crawling towards the
diminishing light of the fireplace in the closing gap of their
breasts, his hand reaching out to salvation...
The two
women's lust fueled moaning filled the lounge, Pam's enormous breasts
grinding into Jenny's as they kissed passionately over the bar top.
Their hands began to roam, massaging each other's bountiful and
seemingly endless canyons of milky breast flesh, exploring their
curvature, relishing the soft, silky skin, and finding each other's
most sensitive spots. Suddenly it occurred to Pam that they'd
forgotten all about their little captive during their play, and she
pulled away sharply from Jenny's lips.
“Wait a second,
where is that little shit? He didn't get away did he?” said Pam,
dipping both of her hands into the canyon of her cleavage, spreading
her breasts to either side as she searched for her prey. 'God...'
thought Pam, still in awe at her new size, having to exert some
serious effort to push her tits aside with her hands, 'these things
are fucking heavy...'
Jenny smirked as Pam rifled through her
cleavage, their breasts still sandwiched together. She had a pretty
good idea about what happened to wittle Fwankie. Sure enough, pulling
her own massive assets apart from Pam's, it didn't take Jenny long to
spot what remained of their little toy. A tiny red splotch on Pam's
tit, just below her nipple, was all Jenny needed to surmise his fate.
She imagined what it must have been like to be crushed flat, an
insect unknowingly smashed between two lovers and their city block
sized tits. The soft heft of their boobs coming together, at first
gently, the pressure of their foreplay escalating, pushing the air
out of his lungs until finally...
Jenny giggled, catching Pam's
attention with the sound as she pointed down to the front of her own
tit where it had met hers. She couldn't even see the front of her
breast but she knew there would be an equally sized tiny red splat of
her own there, a memento of little Frank's last moments. Pam's eyes
went wide, her hand snapping up to her mouth as she failed to contain
her laughter, realizing what had happened. Her ex-boyfriend, obsessed
with huge breasts, had gotten far more of his desire than he could
have ever hoped to handle. Jenny's magic had given him the ultimate
comeuppance, an ironic punishment he could never have conceived in
his wildest nightmares. It was perfect. Pam couldn't have
orchestrated a more fitting end for him if she tried, and crushing
him flat with her growing breasts by accident, without even noticing
him, was just the cherry on top.
“Before we retire to the bedroom,
let me get that for you my darling...” said Jenny, wedging a hand
under Pam's massive breast, lifting it up as she maneuvered herself
down to meet it.
“Guess you got what you asked for tonight
after all, eh Frank?” mocked Jenny at the little red spot, taking
Pam's nipple into her mouth as she licked her lover clean...
THE
END.