Living the Grape Life Your One and Only Chance (Mantis World) chapter 6 by Froakie

"I think I'll be a grape." *You choose.*

The owner's smile widens, revealing perfectly white teeth. "An excellent choice! A brave one, too. Most boys your age are too scared to even walk through the door. Follow me, and we'll get you ready for your grand debut tonight."

She slides a key from under the bar and unlocks a gate, swinging it open with a soft creak. "Right this way." She leads you down a short hallway behind the bar, the air growing cooler and smelling faintly of antiseptic and something else... something coppery and sweet, like old pennies mixed with fruit punch. She stands up and opens the bar divider. "Please follow me."

You stand up and follow her to the back. As you follow her, you pass a room filled with tiny cages, each one overcrowded with shrunken men. You only get a peek before you hear the owners voice. "Right this way"

You turn and walk with her to the end of the hall. She opens the door and lets you into a small room. Inside are a few bottles, a stool, and a foot shaped indent in the floor. The owner walks to the stool and sits down. "Alright, how do you want to be shrunken? To keep things clean and professional, I only do hand and footjobs."

You think for a moment. "Your feet please." 

The owner smiles as she kicks her shoes off. She lifts her feet to groin height and motions you to go ahead. You unzip your pants and walk over to her, she presses her feet into your crotch. Her movements are nimble and graceful, she has done this countless times before. When she sees you are close to orgasm, she reaches over and grabs a bottle to collect your semen. 

The force of your orgasm is so potent that the owner lets out a surprised gasp, a few drops even splashing onto her wrist. She expertly catches the vast majority in the bottle, corking it with a practiced twist. "My, my," she purrs, her voice a low rumble of approval. "Someone's eager to start their new career."

As the last spasm wracks your body, the world begins to warp. The familiar sensation of vertigo overtakes you, but this time it's amplified a thousandfold. The room stretches upwards, the ceiling soaring away like a departing god. The owner, already a tall woman, becomes a skyscraper of flesh and fabric. Her smiling face is a distant moon, her body a landscape of curves and shadows. The floor rushes up to meet you, and you land with a soft thud on the cool tile, now a vast, checkered plain. Your clothes, now ridiculously oversized, puddle around you like a collapsed tent. You stand naked and vulnerable, no taller than a grape, just as she promised.

The giantess before you shifts on her stool, the movement causing a tremor through the floor. She sets the bottle containing your essence aside and leans down, her colossal face eclipsing the light source above. Her warm, boozy breath washes over you, smelling of stale beer and mint. "Perfect,"

The owner holds the small bottle up to the light, swirling the milky-white liquid within. A satisfied smirk plays on her lips. "Very impressive yield! That's a premium vintage right there. The ladies will appreciate your... contribution." She uncorks a small compartment in the wall beside her, a refrigerated slot, and carefully places the bottle inside. "For safekeeping. Can't have a good product go to waste."

Her attention then returns to you, a speck on her floor. 

The owner's smile turns predatory, a flash of cruel delight in her eyes. She reaches down, her fingers descending like fleshy pink cranes. You flinch as her thumb and forefinger pinch around your torso, lifting you effortlessly into the air. The ascent is dizzying; the room becomes a blur of color below you. She brings you level with her face, her enormous, whiskey-colored eye scrutinizing you. "Before we put you with the others, there's something I need to do."

She carries you over to the bar, her steps creating seismic shocks that travel up her arm and vibrate through your tiny body. With her free hand, she picks up her phone, deftly navigating the screen with her thumbnail. "Let's see... Jennifer... ah, here we are." She taps the screen a few times, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Just sending a little text. 'Hey Jen, your brother decided to pay off your tab. He's starting tonight as a grape. You and your family should come down for the grand opening. First round of stomps is on the house!'"

She chuckles, a deep, resonant sound that makes your bones ache. "Imagine their surprise! Your whole family... all coming to see their little birthday boy get flattened under some stranger's heel. Or maybe even one of them! It's the perfect family bonding experience, don't you think?"