I didn’t believe the guy at the home brew supply store. I mean, who would? Magic bimbo hops? B
I didn’t believe the guy at the home brew supply store. I mean, who would? Magic bimbo hops? But they smelled good and he was offering free samples so I figured ‘what the hell!’. The beer came out good, but nothing special. Just a little more than 5% alcohol. But when I brought it to my friend Jack’s house party, it quickly became apparent there was something special about the beer after all. As I poured it out into a pitcher, several women crowded around me, asking what it was. Even Jack’s cousin Karen, who always told me she didn’t like beer. But she wanted to try THIS beer. After just a few sips she was giggling like crazy and gushing about how good it was and how awesome I was for making it. Half way through her first glass, I couldn’t help but notice that her boobs seemed to be getting bigger. It was hard not to, what with her arching her back and tugging at her tank top. As she drained her glass, her dark pixie cut grew out to her shoulders and turned dirty blonde. If she noticed, she didn’t care. She was only concerned about getting a refill. So were all the other girls. They were crowding in closer and closer, or at least their boobs were. The giggles were deafening but I knew I had to keep the beer flowing and cursed myself for only brewing 10 gallons. Karen chugged her second glass like a veteran. By the time her glass was empty, her hair was longer and blonder and her boobs were popping out all over the place. She handed me her glass and then crumpled to the floor. For a moment, I was afraid she had passed out and hurt herself. But she giggled there on the floor and started squirming out of her pants, explaining between giggles that she wanted to show me how cute her panties were. I saw a lot of cute panties that night, but hers were definitely the cutest. -- source link
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