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Cassy hadn’t had to buy herself a drink in months. Not just because she was a gorgeous woman with curves that filled her clothes to bursting, although that didn’t hurt… No, it was simply because she was so damn big compared to everyone else.

After that shrinking virus began infecting men (and some less fortunate women), well, Cassy had become a literal giantess compared to the opposite gender. Not that the new situation bothered her much. In fact, being impossibly huge had its perks: for example, her favorite bar had always been so crowded on weekday nights. But now she could just walk up to any stool she pleased, stepping over (or on) anyone in her way, and plop herself down without even needing to ask anyone to move! Worst case scenario she might have to fish someone out of her buttcrack before she went home, but that was no big deal. Most of the time she’d simply end up turning an unexpecting stranger or two into improvised cushioning for her tremendous weight, and god help them if she wasn’t wearing underwear that day.

Plus, as an added bonus, her already grade-AAA chest had effectively grown in size, now that each breast was big enough to fill the average shrinkee’s living room. And since her potential admirers could only gaze at her from the floor or whatever object they could manage to climb, that left practically all of them staring awkwardly up at her humongous bosom every time she came near, giving her plenty of opportunities to loom distractingly overhead…

Which was exactly why she chose to wear that dress, with the sparkly slings that cupped her huge breasts to the point that her nipples were practically spilling out any time she bent over too far. She never would have worn such a thing before the shrinking, but now, well, why not? Any passerby of the male variety was lucky not to suffer whiplash whenever she walked by, and she was happy to leave them fantasizing about her as she left any room. Besides, what girl wouldn’t enjoy waving their tits in everyone’s face when there was no chance of the slightest consequence???

Which is how she got so many free drinks at bars. Men were desperate these days, since their only option for sexual conquest was about as difficult as climbing a small mountain. She had barely sat down (right on top of one of the tiny bartenders) when a little bachelor, probably hoping for a better view of her gaping cleavage, boldly ordered her a drink. How generous.

As Cassy leaned over to accept her glass from the female bartender, she noticed a miniature table set on the bar just in front of her dangling breasts. She pretended not to notice them and bent unnecessarily forward until her chest had squashed gently against the countertop, giving her shrunken audience an unforgettable show. When she sat back up and took a sip of her drink (mm, delicious) she couldn’t help but notice that her little drink-purchaser had vanished… oh well, perhaps he’d lost his nerve, or had gone to the bathroom to rub one out after her teasing display. She grinned smugly at the thought.

A few minutes later Cassy was in need of a second drink. It looked like the bar was under-staffed, or maybe someone had sat on one of the shrunken bartenders again… She couldn’t recall if that had been her fault. Oh well, the big bartender was still serving drinks, so Cassy called her over, gesturing with her empty glass. “Excuse me, can I get another one of these?”

The bartender glanced downwards, “Sure thing. Is this one on his tab too?”

“Huh?” Cassy didn’t understand at first, until she felt a little itch in her top, nearly against her nipple… oh. So that’s where the little guy went! He’d been lodged in her top, evidently after getting caught under her little tease-show earlier and promptly forgotten. Cassy ran a finger under one strap of her beautiful dress and pulled, casually compressing the shrunken man into her skin. She wondered why he wasn’t saying anything, but then again he was trapped under the entire weight of her breast… Well, he certainly wasn’t going anywhere without any help!

Cassy let the strap go and watched as the little man bounced back and forth, stuck against her hardening nipple due to her clumsy mistake. She couldn’t imagine how frustrated he might be right now. Oh well, free drinks were free drinks! Cassy shrugged, “Sure, put it on his tab. He doesn’t mind.”

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