| Codes: breast/ass
growth, lactation Summary: Theressa was only one in her group who would volunteer to drive on the weekends, but she didn't mind. It wasn't like she didn't have fun, and it was nice to have an excuse to get out of her apartment. And she suspected that deep down, her friends really appreciated her. Er... really deep. Author's Note: Every now and again, a story makes the rounds at The Ash that stretches both the imagination and the limits of modern textiles. I can't speak for the veracity of this tale, but given some of the others I've heard, this may be the least exaggerated. |
| "This place is a dive!"
Maria wrinkled her nose as soon as she stepped foot in The Ash Street
Tavern. The smell of stale beer and tobacco hovered
in
the air like incense over an altar. "Don't be such a snob," Lauren said, "My landlord told me about this place, it has the cheapest shots in town!" "Well, let's get loaded and go someplace else," the Latina woman rolled her eyes as her blonde friend bounced past her towards the uncrowded bar. As the pair walked past a handful of scattered tables and a few unconscious patrons, a third woman entered, nearly colliding with the door as it swung shut behind Maria. She recovered, adjusted her glasses and hurried to the bar, fumbling with her keys and her purse. "Did you find a parking spot, Theressa?" Lauren asked. "I had to drive down the main road a bit," the third woman apologized. "None of the alleys had working streetlights, and that kind of freaked me out," "Sorry about that," the bartender approached so silently that the three women jumped. He was a tall man, dark and of an indeterminate age. He spoke through a smile that Theressa found creepy. "We keep complaining to the city about those lights, but it seems every time they fix one, two more burn out," "Really?" Lauren, on the other hand, was captivated. She leaned forward and let gravity take hold of the neckline of her blouse. "Are you the owner?" "I run the place from day to day, but the real owner is never around," He shrugged, pointedly making eye-contact with each of the women in turn. "What can I get for you?" "Just a pitcher of beer, please, and can we sit at a booth?" Theressa broke in, surprising herself. The bartender nodded everything except his eyes. As she stood up and walked quickly to the closest booth to the door, she wondered if he could sense her unease. Her confused companions chased after her. Lauren had the look on her face of a cat who just had her tail stepped on. "Um, abrupt!" Lauren lit a cigarette and glared at Theressa. "Yea, I wanted to get a shot!" Maria said, also snorting blue smoke at the designated driver. "I'm sorry, but this place gives me a bad feeling," Theressa shrunk into the corner of the booth. "Can we just drink up and get out of here?" "Fine, but we're getting good and loaded first," Maria said as a tiny cocktail waitress arrived. "Here's your beer," the petite young woman said, unloading her tray. Her ambiguously Eurasian features framed by ocher pigtails, she had a silver ring in her nose, an arm etched with colorful tattoos... and the biggest tits any of them had ever seen on a girl of her size. "Anything else for you ladies?" "Um, I think they wanted some shots," Theressa was the first to recover, still wondering how their waitress managed to keep from tipping forward.. "Oh! So you've heard!" The chesty young woman smiled, "The Ash is famous for our specialty shots- you can't get them anywhere else in the universe and they're always at happy hour prices!" "Of course," Lauren said, as if she had known. Maria rolled her eyes. "What do you recommend?" "My favorite is the 'Milky Titties' because you get two for the price of one!" the waitress giggled and lifted her enormous bosom. "You know- because they always come in pairs!" Everyone in the booth laughed at the small woman's antics, and even Theressa wondered if she had misjudged this place. The employees seemed nice enough, and the price of a pitcher of beer was half that of their usual hang-outs. "Sounds good!" Maria grinned and shook her shoulders, sending a jiggle through her bronze cleavage. "I'll have a pair," "Better make mine a double," Lauren laughed and grabbed her own, modest boobs. "Lauren, that's FOUR shots!" Theressa's mouth fell open and she lifted a finger in admonishment. "Don't worry, they're not that strong," the cocktail waitress reassured her. "I know regulars who take six or eight just to start the evening. What can I get for you?" "I'll just have a water," "A water?" "With lemon?" Theressa shrugged. "I'm driving," "Oh!" the waitress covered her mouth apologetically. "I'm sorry, that's very responsible. I can get you an iced tea, if you like. All non-alcoholic drinks are on the house for designated drivers," "Okay, thanks," Lauren and Maria filled their glasses from the pitcher while the cocktail waitress took the extra glass to the bar. She returned promptly with a tray full of milky white shots. Memories of holding back hair over a toilet floated through Theressa's mind as she watched her friends build a small pyramid of small glasses in the center of the table. She sipped her iced tea and sighed, this still beat a night at home with her cats. "Any of you seen the UPS delivery guy?" Lauren asked, fanning herself for effect. Maria chimed in with a series of off-color comments, and soon the three women were gossiping animatedly about their boss, their co-workers and the physical endowments of the various blue collar hunks that passed through their office during the week. Even Theressa started to relax, enjoying the pilsner-fueled, over-the-top antics of her friends. As the tattooed waitress returned with another full pitcher, Maria decided to raise the evening's festivities another notch. "Can you recommend anything else?" Maria asked. "Something with tequila?" "We've got one called a 'Liquid Butt Sex'," the cocktail waitress said with a wry grin. "Don't blame me for the names, though," The Latina sales rep grinned and ordered one, and Lauren asked for another pair of Milky Titties. After the second round of shots, Theressa, still only half finished with her iced tea, could tell that the blonde was already getting wasted trying to keep up with the hard drinking Maria. By the time the third pitcher arrived, she was starting to slur her words. "Shhhit, I gotta bweak the sheal," Lauren said as she stood, wobbly, and wandered off towards the men's restroom. Maria snickered as the waitress intercepted her and turned her towards the women's room. "That girl cannot hold her liquor," Maria said as she gulped down another glass of cheap beer. "She wouldn't try, if you didn't encourage her," Theressa sighed. Her cell phone started to wail, and she was not surprised to see that it was Lauren calling. "Hello?" "Theressa? Could you come into the baff-room?" She sounded like she had just thrown up and was... crying? "Okay, okay," the designated driver pretended not to hear Maria's caustic remarks and calmly strolled into the bathroom. A pathetic voice squeaked from one of the stalls and Theressa once again began to feel sorry for her overly impulsive co-worker. "Lauren, are you all right?" "I think something is wrong with me," "What?" Finding that the door wasn't latched, Theressa slowly pushed it open. She found Lauren sitting on the toilet, fully clothed, except for her lacy bra hanging over the toilet paper dispenser. The blonde woman looked up and Theressa gasped. Lauren's breasts must have swollen a whole cup size, and she had two dark spots spreading across her blouse from two very personal points. "I seem to be leaking," Lauren wiped the fresher tears from her cheek, as her hands hovered over her chest. Theressa swore she could see her friend's blouse tighten as the milk stains spread faster. "And they hurt like hell!" "We've got to get you to a doctor, or a hospital-" Suddenly, Lauren screeched and pounded her fists against the stall's dividing walls. Theressa jumped back, surprised. Her co-worker's breasts really were growing! The blonde woman's face twisted into a grimace as her glands continued to expand until her formerly loose blouse was shrink wrapped to her chest. With a sigh of release, Lauren's body convulsed and the white garment became translucent as milk poured from her engorged breasts. "Get this fucking thing off of me!" With difficulty, Lauren grabbed the neckline of her blouse and ripped it open, her tits bouncing violently. The blonde woman grabbed her nipples between her thumb and forefinger, winching in pain as she expressed hot milk in an irregular spray all over the bathroom stall. Theressa stood frozen in the doorway of the bathroom stall. Her friend and co-workers had gone from carrying a pair of perky B-cups to desperately milking two porno-sized udders in a matter of seconds. As bizarre as the sight of Lauren's milky chest was, it was the brimstone twinkle in the eye of the bartender and the saccharine melody of the waitress' voice that made Theressa tremble. What kind of place was this? The designated driver's paralysis was broken by the bathroom door as it slammed against the wall. Theressa's first instinct was to close the stall, hide Lauren from prying eyes. She froze again, however, when she heard Maria's frantic voice. "Theressa! Theressa!" Maria was screaming, topless, but her coffee-with-cream colored globes were gone, replaced by two wildly bouncing jugs. The Latina was still twice as big as Lauren, Theressa noticed numbly, given the two women's recent growth. Maria's pitiful whining stopped as she saw Lauren, who had recovered her balance and was now lifting and caressing her milk-laden bags in disbelief. "Maria! Get a hold of yourself," Theressa was trying very hard to remain calm in front of her friends, even if every decent instinct in her brain was telling her to run, screaming, from this place. "Theressa!! What is happening to us?" Lauren started to scream again, staring at the top-heavy Latina. "Christ, Theressa! Do something!!" Maria was trying desperately to hide the chocolate areoles which dominated the bulk of her new breasts. "I Don't Fucking Know!!!" Finally, the designated driver snapped. Throwing up her hands, she turned her back on her co-worker's rapidly expanding bust lines. "I am sick of taking care of you all. I am sick of driving you around. Sick of your drama, sick of all this shit! From now on, you can take care of yourselves!!" Theressa had made it as far as the bathroom door before she heard Maria's painful wail. Her hand was pressed against the door, ready to push it open. She heard Lauren gasp and scream again. Theressa dropped her head and turned around. "Theressa... I'm scared," Maria was doubled over in pain, holding her stomach like it was trying to escape through her intestines. "We need you," With a sigh, Theressa hurried to her side and helped her hobble over to a sink. The Latina woman clenched the porcelain edge as her face contorted into a constipated mask. She bent at the knees, thrusting her rear behind her. Again, Theressa watched in mute horror as the seat of Maria's already tight jeans began to swell, the fabric nearly creaking as it stretched. "Theressa!" Lauren yelled and the designated driver spun around to see her other friend, crushing her giant tits in a desperate embrace, as if trying to press them back into her body. The attempt wasn't working and more and more breast flesh was spilling over her forearms, milk pouring all over the floor. "I think they're going to pop," "God, shut up!" Maria growled as she fell to the floor onto her hands and knees, sticking her butt high into the air. With a groan, she closed her eyes and ground her teeth. Finally, the seams of her jeans burst open, revealing a ruddy, swollen ass that had completely swallowed the string of her thong. Her thighs, too, burst out of her pants, bronze skin peeking from behind ruined denim. "Oh, god," Theressa sank down to the filthy floor. She clamped her hands over her ears, but could not block out the agonized moans of her friends as their bodies mutated and bulged and swelled into strange and lusty forms. When the noises finally stopped, she reluctantly opened her eyes again. With only a bright green thong against her brown skin, Maria sat back on a giant cushion of ass, her heavy breasts heaving with every breath. Theressa estimated that her friend had gone from a borderline D to a whopping E or F cup! The Latina woman exhaled loudly and stood, splashing cold water onto her face from the sink. Maria's thighs were thick enough to rub together as she shifted her weight and quivered as she stood on her tip toes to check out her new body in the mirror. She had a booty large enough to serve hors d'oeuvres on at a cocktail party. "Maria?" the designated driver whispered from underneath the adjacent sink. "That was fucking exhausting," her co-worker didn't hear her, practiced shaking her butt, sending waves of undulating flesh into motion. "You're telling me," across the bathroom, Lauren stumbled to her feet. Her shoulders were slumped, pulled down by the weight of her enormous chest. The blonde's once perky B's had ballooned into the upper reaches of the alphabet, purple veined with nipples the size of dinner plates. They filled the space in front of her, their lowest curvature obscuring her belly button. She had to squeeze out of the bathroom stall sideways. "My back is fucking killing me!" "Okay, okay... nobody panic," Theressa said, mostly to keep herself from panicking. "I'll call an ambulance, we'll get you to a hospital," "Whatever," Maria snorted and strutted over to Lauren's side, her giant booty swaying and shaking the whole way. "If you're so fucking sick of this, we can take care of ourselves," "Yea, I think we learned who are real friends are tonight," Lauren said as she experimentally squeezed Maria's left teat, smiling when a thin stream of milk sprayed out. She shot Theressa a catty smile before stepping out of her milk-stained skirt, revealing her creamy thighs and triangle of pale-yellow hair. With that, the two women walked out into an increasingly crowded bar, giggling and poking each other's grossly inflated curves. *
* *
Exhausted, Theressa flopped her butt down on a bar stool and laid her
forehead on her arms. She couldn't believe
what was happening. After
everything...
after all the
shit she
had put up with... after the single most fucking up evening of her
life... Nothing had changed, after all. She was just a doormat
with a mid-sized sedan."Are you sure I can't get you a drink?" Startled, Theressa looked up and saw the ageless barkeep, with his imperturbably smile. Once again she hadn't heard him approach. Perhaps it was the music blaring from an antique jukebox. Or that she was lost in self-pity. Or, simply, because he was that quiet. "I have to drive my friends home," "Call me crazy, but I don't think they're going to have any difficulty finding a ride," the bartender lifted his eyebrows. Theressa twisted in her stool and looked for her co-workers. Lauren was leaning up against the jukebox, rubbing and lifting her giant breasts, letting them fall and jiggle as she gave each passing man a naked, come-fuck-me gaze. Maria, meanwhile, had moved to another booth, her breasts leaving only enough room on the table for a pair of empty glasses. She was making out with a couple of tattooed bikers. When she shifted her weight, Theressa could have sworn someone had shoved a beer bottle up her rear. "I'll... I'll have what they had," Theressa sighed and the bartender disappeared again. With practiced moves, she pulled a heavy, control-top bra out from under her turtleneck and folded it on the bar. She pulled the shapeless sweater over her head, her ample chest shifting under her cotton tee-shirt. She closed her eyes, imagining that she was at home relaxing on the couch, and let gravity pull her DD's towards her belly button. "Heeellooooo there girls!!" When she next opened her eyes, the cocktail waitress was standing next to her with a tray full of shots. "Where have you been hiding the twins all night?" "Some of us like to avoid attention," Theressa sighed, then gave a short laugh, lifted her jugs and gave them a playful shake, mimicking the waitress' earlier jest. She realized that she was probably close to the same size as the petite young woman. "I can't imagine," a lopsided smile crept across the purple haired waitress' face as she watched Theressa's torso finally stop moving. "We had better get you into a booth," "Why?" "Because, I don't think you're going to be mobile much longer..." THE
END
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| Postscript:
Yes, there were two different drinks in this tale, but I'm afraid I can
only wring one secret at a time from the staff at my favorite
dive
bar. As for the Milky Titties, that will take some time, effort
and... um, experimentation to acquire. Until then, here's a
shot that will, if
nothing
else, definitely clear out your sinuses. Liquid
Butt Sex
1.5 oz Horseradish infused Tequila* Juice from one lime Splash of cranberry juice Combine in a shaker and strain into a shot glass. *To make Horseradish Tequila: soak 1 cup of peeled, chopped fresh horseradish root with 1 bottle (750 mL) of quality silver tequila for 8 to 10 hours. Strain the horseradish out and return the tequila to a clean bottle (preferably with a warning label). |
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