Micro-Addiction (Green, micro, mini-macro)

>it all kicked off when you and your gf, Mel, were clothes shopping.
>the red squirrel girl took offence when the shop assistant told her she would have better luck at a big & tall shop.
>you’d have said the same, but then she’s sensitive about her dangerously proportioned, Amazonian body.
>you don’t know why or how she’s this way; squirrel girls are known for being slim and short.
>Mel’s 6’3”.
>she exercises to lose weight, yet she’s rocking abs and head crushing thighs.
>she won the genetic lottery, even if she might not enjoy it, and everything she eats just keeps her strong and sexy.
>a bunch of comforting, grope filled hugging later, smothered in her huge fuzzy tits, powerful arms and plush tail and things calm down.
>she spent most of the afternoon glued to her phone in deep thought.
>she then ambushed you an hour later, lifting you off the floor and dropping you on the bed.
>she rips your clothes off, lips on lips, tongues intertwined, her hands all over you.
>you ask what brought this on.
>”Make the most of it because I’m making some changes.”
>you would debate what Mel meant, but most thought processes end as soon as she brushes her amazing body down yours and oh-so gently sucks and nibbles on your cock.
>Mel's tongue glides back up your body before she drops her snatch, full force, onto your length.
>she pins your shoulders to the mattress as she rides you so hard it hurts.
>that said it's a fucking good pain.
>and a painfully good fucking.
>You both climax hard, and she slides beside you so you can cuddle each other to sleep.
>she must be in a really good mood, because she’s usually more of a sub, even admitting she wishes she was a micro.
>you're not going to argue with her big smile she's wearing though, and fall asleep easily.
>you awaken to the sound of the doorbell.
>your Mel practically leaps from the bed, throwing on her old clothes and answers the front door.
>she returns with a large box and a huge grin.

>you naturally ask 'What's in the box?' in your best Se7en impression.
>"The answer to my prayers!"
>you ask if this'll mean you'll need bigger underwear.
>Mel rolls her eyes and puts the box on the bed, rips it open.
>it's a huge amount of... pepper spray?
>you now ask that if she wanted spicing things up in the bedroom, maybe start with a riding crop.
>Or maybe a strap on if she's REALLY determined, you'll try anything once!
>"Nope. Check THIS out!"
>she pulls one of the canisters out and you go to shield your eyes, but she sprays herself.
>she coughs,
>then starts sniffling.
>then she sneezes
>and shrinks a clear foot.
>Mel jumps for joy, then sneezes again, losing a few more inches.
>she tries to hold onto her clothing as it begins swamping her.
>the second you try and walk to her, she sprays herself again, holding the button until the spray's spent.
>you watch as she begins shivering.
>"Ah....AAAHHH....CHOO!"
>she vanishes.
>you stare, dumbdounded, at the pile of clothing.
>then the subtle movements beneath them.
>then Mel climbs out.
>from 6'3" to 6 inches.
>"It worked! IT WORKED!"
>you slowly lower yourself down as she runs as fast as her little legs can carry her towards you.
>you pick her up and, still shocked, sit on the bed and look at the box.
>'Police surplus'
>Your mind pieces it all together; a shrinking spray for military abductions, rescue ops and such.
>It's only recently become police issue as well.
>and Mel's brother's a cop with a real hazy idea on proper procedure.
>she's gonna be stuck like this for a day, and the case has a month supply.
>you didn't even notice as Mel escaped your hand.
>you certainly noticed when she began wrapping her arms around your dick and licking with her tiny tongue, though.
>it's the strangest, most amazing feeling; a whole body-job.
>and she's VERY enthusiastic.
>you're hard in seconds.
>you help her; you press her against your stiff length and rub away.
>it only ends with her being used as a cum-rag.
>but she's never looked happier.

>it’s all still sinking in.
>but so is the urge to return the favour
>and thus you grab your tiny, jizz-soaked gf, and start rubbing her well soaked snatch with the end of your pinky
>then IT sinks in as well
>she’s screaming and writhing like crazy, hitting climax after climax
>it’s not just the contact though, you fast realise
>she’s looking up at you with a maddened lust.
>you figure it’s time to stop when Mel’s eyes cross and she goes limp
>you gently carry her into the bathroom and run a bath; time to get clean and get her to come clean at the same time
>she’s still barely coherent when you climb in and start washing her
>she’s back to normal by the time you’ve fixed some breakfast
>”Heh. I’d best explain.”
>you’d guessed right about the box, her brother and the duration
>she gives you some facts though
>micros are a tribe from some far off land
>their existence lead to a lot of discoveries
>such as shrinking fruit that they’ve eaten for so long, they’re permanently micros
>so of course civilised society learned to cultivate and weaponise it
>it can’t be made permanent for Mel thoughnot unless her grandparents ate the stuff daily and made their kids do the same
>she does get the health benefits, though
>A very modest super strength while small
>she can’t overpower you but she can leap as high as your chest to you and lift ten times her body weight
>she might suffer a bruise if you accidentally stomp on her too
>which she wants to experience
>it’s becoming clear your gf has some serious micro kinks
>you’ll take it under advisement
>”I advise you to squeeze me as hard as you can, big boy!”
>you can’t believe you’re doing this, but you grab her in your hand and gently squeeze.
>”Ah! Harder!”
>damn
>”More!”
>you’re not sure what’s weirder; the feeling of her handheld fuzzy body or the fact she’s about to orgasm from this
>then she does with a shrill scream
>gotta wash your hands again

>you don’t mind indulging Mel.
>you’re even happy for her, really.
>but so much for this being a balanced relationship.
>there’s three reasons you got together
>she’s a genuinely nice girl.
>you’d describe her as your personal cheerleader and you, her caring support and ‘snuggle bunny’
>she’s got a rocking bod.
>we’ve covered this but... damn!
>and you really liked when she unleashed her strength on you.
>you could play rough with Mel, and when you could talk her out of her sub mode, which usually involves a lot of alcohol, you could fight for dominance in bed.
>oh, and a forth; her bushy tail was comfortable as fuck to use as a pillow
>you only have two of these things now.
>even her body can now only be enjoyed in miniature; it’s not the same.
>you watch as she packs her body weight in peanut butter toast. Then starts on another slice
>she always had a big appetite, one of her failings and why she’s so delightfully big, no doubt
>but damn, must be a micro thing. Her belly’s not even distended as she lies flat and groans, finally full
>Mel spent the day exploring the house, eyes full of wonder
>you accepted it and decide to see how things roll
>life is certainly different, but she could still pay her way with her phone call fitness consult job
>every day, first thing in the morning, Mel takes another spray and applies it to herself in the bathroom with a sneezing fit
>you barely see her at normal size anymore
>one morning you managed to get a hug before she dosed up again
>you’re really missing her like this, she felt huge by comparison
>strange, she looked huge too
>Mel’s on her last dose, and another box arrives
>she’s gone out with a friend
>the box has a note from her brother
>apparently some people have an allergic reaction to this stuff
>do not use if it induces sneezing on spray.
>something about permanent size effects unrelated to shrinking
>yep, size, not side

>for better or for worse, you destroy the note.
>you then pack her new micro spray in the bottom bedroom drawer, ready for her morning routine.
>then you hear the letterbox squeak open, and reach the door in time to see Mel drop through it.
>she leaps up to you and you give your tiny gf a hug.
>typical questions about each other’s days, a little lunch.
>then you bring up her new spray supply and how you love her, and maybe if she’d have an occasional big day?
>pretty please?
>she sighs and concedes
>you’re giddy to have your big, sexy squirrel back.
>that morning, you get up early.
>Mel awakes just as you finish your business, and she hurries with hers.
>you can see she’s nervous about this, but when she looks at your excited expression, she relaxes.
>then she shivers.
>she smoothly starts to grow.
>you pick her up and not only comfort her, but enjoy the weird sensation of her growing bigger and heavier.
>first one hand, then two
>then you cradle her like a baby
>then a child
>then bridal style.
>should be stopping any second.
>there, six feet... oh
>you stagger over to the bed and try your best to place her gently on it
>pretty difficult when she must have hit over 250lbs
>and if she was enjoying her smallness, you just got a little payback.
>she’s 7’6” easy.
>”Wow, being micro that long really...I mean, everything looks so small now! Oh, whatever, it’s your treat, so come on.”
>you crawl on top of her; it’s everything you could hope for and more.
>all the firm, soft and plush parts, amplified.
>you bury your head in her tits, the smell of her fur shampoo fills your nostrils.
>she’s looking a bit concerned though.
>as much as you’d love to go straight to passion, it’s obvious she’s gonna need some work.

>you start suckling on one massive tit, squeezing the other with one hand and stroking her abs, her hips, then lightly brushing her labia with the other.
>you feel her hesitation start fading as she gasps and moans.
>little taps on her button and a gentle bite of her stiff, thick nipples earn louder cries.
>she’s wet in minutes and you mount her, pushing both hands on her tits for support.
>she’s roomier, but she’s bucking against you and panting, tongue lolling, totally into it.
>then she grabs you, rolls you both over, and rides you harder and stronger than ever before.
>thankfully she’s not still super strong.
>you’re still certain Mel could roll a car with those powerful arms
>the bed creaks under the strain of her building, awe striking rhythm.
>she climaxes and soaks your groin.
>but you’re not done, and you’ve to turn the tables again.
>it’s a struggle, and she starts fighting back, still a little weak from her orgasm
>it’s drawing it out, Mel’s playing with you, a big toothy grin on her face and a giggle.
>you’re edging like mad, it’s the best fucking sex you’ve ever had
>it comes to a close with her legs wrapping around your back as you explode in her.
>she cums again as well, and she’s crushing your ribs in her thighs as her whole body clenches
>you can’t breathe
>your vision fades, you’re about to black out.
>suddenly, sweet sweet air and you collapse onto her
>”Holy... fuck! Okay, maybe we can make this a regular thing.” Mel gasps
>as you both come down from the haze, you watch her become more and more anxious at her surroundings
>she spends most of the day worried.
>hugging, snuggling and distractions help, and you get in bed as the little spoon
>she can’t sleep though, and you feel her get out of bed, get a shrink spray, and dose herself
>you watch her sneeze a few times and shrink down
>looking confused, the 7.5 inch squirrel girl eventually leaps into bed again, and finds easier sleep

>”None of my clothes fit... oh, must be a defective can. Honey, could you get me another spray?”
>you take one in, taking the opportunity to give her a literal squeeze, which perks her right up and she gives you an huge smile.
>Mel taps the button, giving her a little dose.
>nothing.
>she pushes the button for a few seconds, roughly half the can.
>she sneezes a little, and shrinks down to 6 inches.
>6ish, anyway. You swear she's still a little big.
>she has to hop about to fit into her tiny demin jeans.
>then, as if nothing happened, Mel’s dressed and out with her friends again.
>natural curiosity drives you check for micro spray allergies.
>oddly, very few people are public about having a massive sexual desire to be shrunk.
>and even fewer seem to have the sneezing thing.
>there is an article about a repeat offender criminal who swears they're bigger than they used to be.
>no two ways about it, otherwise, you have to bide your time.
>So three weeks pass before Mel feels up to another 'big day'.
>you're equal parts terrified and aroused at what the results will be.
>as before, you're hyped as hell, you're up early, you even 'accidently' wake Mel up with your antics.
>and as before, she looks nervous.
>but then she shivers.
>and flinches.
>then she grows
>it's a smooth expansion, and she looks a bit uncomfortable
>a little pick-her-up in the form of picking her up helps.
>this time you keep near the bed, bracing for more the same like last time.
>yep, 6ft..
>and 7ft...
>uh...8ft
>you collapse on top of her as you can't carry all of this squirrel.
>she sputters to a stop just shy of 9ft.
>your 8'10", over 400lbs gf looks dizzy and confused.
>"Something's not right... I feel weird, and you feel REALLY small..."

>you start playing coy, just acting like nothing’s different
>”Are you sure? But... why are my feet off the end of the bed? It’s...”
>Mel gets her bearings, giving you a stare with her pretty hazel eyes
>her hands grab your waist and she sits up, holding you aloft like a child, as if you're weightless
>”I’m serious! What’s happening!?” Mel shouts, shaking you
>there’s the fearboner
>you admit that she is in fact huge
>you then say about how fucking hot she looks like this
>you emphasise that she’s always been hotter because of her size, and now she’s even more so
>her hands relax their grip, but she’s has no trouble keeping you air airborne
>”I wasn’t this big before? I think, it all feels surreal, wait... this a reaction to the spray, it must be!”
>she stands, tucking you under her arm, then pulls out the drawer with the canisters and thunders into the kitchen
>”Oh, sorry, hun.” Mel finally puts you down as she tips the shrink sprays onto a table
>with her increased dosage, she's been stocking up
>she stares at the cascade of her aerosolised fetish fuel and freezes
>there's a hunger in her eyes
>then she looks at you, and charges
>you’re pinned to the wall, feet off the floor, and you’re almost choking on her tongue
>she lifts you higher, against the ceiling, and her mouth surrounds your dick and balls with ease
>the tongue and lip wiggling and sucking make you last all of about twenty seconds
>you’re carried back into the bedroom, where Mel turns you upside down, lies back on the bed, and plants your face into her wet slit
>you take a deep breath and your bury half your head inside, licking furiously
>with every gasp for air, you add a nibble to her clit
>her muffled scream, your face drenched, you’re pulled free and turned upright again
>your catch your breath and ask what was that about

>”So, you really like me big?”
>you smile and dig your head between her fuzzy mountains.
>”Not gonna lie, I’m coming around to it too.”
>you ask if she prefers being small or big.
>your words are muffled, of course.
>lots of fluff and plush material in the way.
>”It’s all amazing! The feel of your hand around me or how now you’re my little plaything! Oh god, I need it, I need to shrink!! I...”
>she’s shivering and squeezing you a little harder than is comfortable.
>”I think I have a problem.”
>a really sexy problem, you add.
>she squeezes you in a huge hug.
>”It’s no use... I’m addicted to the spray. I thought it was just to being small, but... well, let’s say you’ve given me another take on things.”
>you nod, as much as you can with your head deep in Mel-mammary canyon.
>”I kinda wanna keep doing it, but I’m scared too. It’s taking more and more spray to shrink, I feel dizzy and sick when I grow back and I’m not sure I’ll fit in the house for much longer if we keep this up.”
>”I’m thinking... one last time, but I want to see how far it goes. I want every last can used at once. I wanna be microscopic! And I can’t wait to see how big everything looks and how big it’ll make me afterwards. What do you think? We could stick to how things are... or I could quit while I’m ahead.”

>you admit you’re a little concerned about the sickness, but it just seems like nausea and dizziness
>you tell Mel that she’s healthy, and a little discomfort won’t hurt
>she has a think before lifting you to give you a kiss
>”Maybe just one more order... on top of the ones I already have.”
>you ask if you might try being tiny for once, and Mel’s eyes sparkle as her imagination flares
>”Oh, we’re so doing that!”
>you’re getting used to being carried as she rushes into the kitchen with you and picks up a can, handing it to you and placing you on the table
>your huge cheerleader’s smile and jiggle inducing hopping makes you feel like a rockstar as you turn the spray towards yourself
>a push of the button, a hiss
>a fruity taste and smell envelops you and your body feels warm
>it’s a nice feeling, even despite the disorientation
>you sadly admit you feel no urge to sneeze. Damn
>but the view makes up for it
>Mel, now looking about ninety feet tall to you, on the vast open plain of the kitchen table
>”YOU’RE ADORABLE!” her voice booms.
>she carefully puts her hand on the table, palm upright
>you step on and she slowly lifts you to her face, smothering you with a kiss
>you ask if she could give you a squeeze, like she loves so much
>Mel’s fingers circle around you, and she gradually increases the pressure
>you get why she likes it immediately
>with your new durability, it’s like a really firm hug that never feels too hard
>you don’t have the same sexual thrill as she gets, but oh well
>the rest of the day is spent exploring her massive form
>you can barely lift one of her tits, but you get a good work out exploring her ‘cave’
>seismic activity was off the chart and you nearly drowned from a sudden flood, but you conquered Mt. Melanie
>the sauna was nice, complete with full body muscle massage
>a near miss falling down the drain though
>”I said don’t go too far back, you doofus!” Mel giggles, wiping her lips

>as you both lay in bed that night, supported by her massive cushiony tail, you watch Mel’s mood start slumping.
>you’re not exactly great at hugging at your current size.
>and it’s clear she wants her snugglebunny.
>she gets a few sprays, kneels over you and unloads her current dose of two cans.
>the sneezing’s overwhelmingly loud.
>Mel shrinks about half her height, cusses, then unloads two more with more sneezing.
>you feel nostalgic as your girlfriend looks 6’2” again.
>she even gets a little wet eyed as you have a nice, simple embrace.
>then a few gentle kisses.
>then she lets you push her onto her back and climb on top of her.
>she nibbles your lip and your tongues dance, your hands roam her body, fondling her huge tits, her hard abs beneath the plush fur.
>and you slowly slide your length into her, and have the first normal feeling sex in months.
>just tender, gentle pleasures and loving contact.
>then you fall asleep in each others arms.
>with the sickly sweet stuff over, and your shrink dose running out of time, you engage in a little fun when you wake up.
>you stand, lifting Mel up; she almost weighs nothing to your micro strength.
>and as she stirs, you jump and throw her up as hard as you can.
>her panicked scream as she hits the apex almost at the ceiling, and completely fuck up the catch as she falls on you. It felt no worse than being hit by a football.
>”You asshole!” she growls and punches you in the arm, before bursting into a laugh.
>you join in.
>then she picks you up.
>you wished you recorded it, because it was an impossible skill shot; you bounced off the ceiling, the wall, the bedside cabinet and then into the waste paper basket.
>then you grow, and break free.
>everything feels normal, and it even flows like normal again.
>but Mel’s getting through her spray rapidly.
>then she gets the phone call that her brother has been arrested for his ‘side business’

>you see the panic in her eyes.
>Mel immediately checks her supply.
>six cans left and no idea if her brother managed to send another box.
>there's a lot of tension as the last day rushes by, but she's taking it surprisingly well.
>you guess your admission of her being bigger really does seem to have helped a little.
>that night, when it's time for her dose, she takes three cans and applies them.
>for a moment, as the hour passes by, and her six inch body seems stable.
>another hour, and another, nothing.
>it's getting late, so you both turn in, Mel pressing against your chest and your hand over her.
>blissful sleep.
>"H-honey? S...something's....wrong!"
>a violent trembling in your hand,
>you switch on the lamp, and Mel's growing in rapid, if tiny, spurts.
>she's in pain, though,
>you take out the remaining sprays and dose her with one.
>no change, she's grown to nine inches,
>both remaining sprays, and she stops, but doesn't shrink.
>she does, however, vomit and pass out.
>you get her to the hospital as quickly as you can and spend a number of hours alone while she's being checked.
>eventually, a doctor sits you down and explains the situation.
>Mel's suffering from a massive biological shock from the amount of the active shrinking substance that's lingering in her system.
>apparently a few people use it for bedroom antics.
>but she's now got an immunity to it.
>and fortunately, there is a cure!
>she's discharged and you're told to never use the stuff for more than a week on anyone again.
>wait, what?
>the doctor says it's obvious she's been using the spray for over a week, hence the build up and nausea.
>right! A week.
>her system's been flushed of the build up, and once the current dose wears off, she should feel fine.
>a nurse delivers Mel to you, still under sedation, and you're left to go home.
>then the morning comes and Mel wakes up, feeling great!
>then a day or rest, everything's normal again.
>until that night.

>she sighs as the tingle sets in
>without the junk in her system, she grows back smoothly and comfortably.
>8'10" passes by
>still going. That's to be expected.
>"Uh...honey? It's getting cramped in here, I'm gonna head outside."
>you help her out the back garden.
>10ft, 11ft, and finally slowing down to 12ft.
>you approach your girlfriend and she shrugs, looking down at you before taking you up for a kiss.
>"This is me, I guess... it was nice while it lasted."
>of course, that's what you thought.
>turns out there were some other lingering parts to her substance abuse.
>for one thing, she's growing like a teenager on the most violent growth spurt ever.
>Mel's growing inches per month.
>apparently there's no way of knowing if she'll ever stop.
>a return trip to the doctors sets her up with growth inhibitors.
>which Mel keeps "forgetting" to take.
>her brother gets demoted to traffic control but at least he kept a job.
>and the shrink spray was finally brought out to the public as a self-defence tool after some reformulation due to 'concerns' that largely rested on Mel's massive, muscular shoulders.
>although her name was ommitted from the news reports, good ol' patient/doctor confidentiality.
>it's been a year since that whole affair.
>your fifteen foot and still growing girlfriend has taken up sports modellling thanks to her newfound confidence in her amazing body.
>life's just great.
>though there was that one time when you went on holiday to Hawaii and accidentaly bumped into a nervous looking woman.
>she unloaded a full bottle of stay-away spray and ran off screaming.
>there's that familiar tingle again.
>then you sneeze.
>repeatedly and you fall into your clothing.
>your girlfriend picks up your tiny self and you look at each other.
>and Mel has the biggest grin on her face.
>"I think you need to protect yourself. How about five boxes?"
End.