“Alright, one caramel macchiato coming right up” Claire took the coffee order and relayed it to the man working the back. “Got it Jeff?” The man nodded and Claire, through with her line, began to clean up a bit. Spraying the counter, the spray bottle malfunctioned as it usually did, backfiring onto her tight, lime green t-shirt. “Oh shoot!” Claire exclaimed, trying to keep her mouth for the public area. She rubbed the water in a bit, jiggling and jostling her impressive D cup rack. 

Suddenly, Trish bumped into the back of her, sending Claire's impressive booty, packed nicely into a pair of black yoga pants, into a bounce fest. Her cheeks settled and Claire regained her balance.

“Woah!” Claire said in surprise. 

“Sorry Claire.” Was Trish's genuine response, and Claire waved it off and resumed her clean up work. Her shirt dried after about an hour, just in time for her to get off work. She was the last out the door, her manager telling her to lock up the back door before she left, as she had some very important business to attend to. Claire didn't mind. She took her glasses off, rubbed them with her T-shirt a bit to clear them up, then put them back on, turning off the coffee machine, the bubble tea maker, as well as any other electronic food-related device. Before she could get out the door, though, she noticed something.

On one of the center tables was a small cup. Claire approached it, a bit confused, as she hadn't seen her manager put it there, and she was the last out the store, aside from her. Beside the coffee was a note. She picked it up and read it.

“Dear Claire,

Let me know what you think of this! Its a special new formula I've been working on, I've yet to call it anything. I hope its awesome!

-Trish”

“Aww, she's always trying something” Claire giggled to herself as she took in a whiff of the cup in front of her. It smelled sweet, almost like caramel, and was very milky. “Mmm...this smells like its going to be good...” Claire took a small sip, letting the flavor embrace her tongue. Between sips, she fiddled around with her necklace. “Hehe...this thing looks so cool...” 

It was a small, silver necklace. At the center were two Sapphire orbs surrounded by a silver finish.

“...can't believe what that lady was charging for it. Absolutely nuts...gotta love five-finger discounts...hehehe...” Claire was, for the most part, a very sweet person, but she did have some very bad habits that she had yet to work out. She continued to sip, experiencing the milky caramel mixed with a nice mocha edge. “...I probably shouldn't be drinking coffee this late...ah well! I don't work tomorrow anyways...doesn't taste like an espresso, so I should be fine...” She said as she took a final sip out of the tiny cup. 

“Not much in there. But I think we can add this to our menu no-” Claire stopped mid-sentence and dropped her cup. It rattled onto the floor as she began shaking hard. “Oh...why did it...get so hot in here...?” Claire's whole body was flaring up, degrees going up slowly but surely. Soon it felt like she was on fire, but that heat continued to move, until it rested upon her boobs. 

“Wh...what is that...?” Claire asked as she felt the heat reach its peak. She soon had her answer. There was a slow but sudden movement of her soft cotton shirt over her skin. Her bra made a slight creak and felt suddenly snug. Claire looked down and investigated. Her eyes widened. Her jaw dropped.

“I'm...growing?!” She shouted to no one. She was in a panicked fervor, but couldn't muster up the strength in her legs. It was as if she was planted in place. The heat continued, her breasts lunging forward suddenly, growing an extra cup into E cups. “UNH!” Claire moaned, feeling the sensitivity jacking up within her bosom. “No! Stop! This is...too weird...” She panted, holding onto the table next to her as her breasts sped up their advancement. The slow creak of her bra continued, her breasts getting bigger and bigger, but constricting back by her ever-shrinking bra.

“Oh my God...they're...so sensitive...” Claire didn't know whether she should accept what was happening, or be afraid of it. Her breasts were growing and more and more, soon the size of her head. She continued to let out moan after moan, each one being more impassioned than the last. She fell to her knees, crying out as her bra finally gave, her boobs springing forward into her shirt, now the size of bowling balls. “OOOHHH!!!” Claire began to writhe in place, her hands mashing into her breasts, half to keep them growing further, half to heighten the ongoing pleasure pulsing through her body.

“It just feels...so...gooood...” Claire mewed, the pleasure so hot and unrelenting that it began to burn her very core. Soon, stitches in her shirt could be heard creaking. As her breasts reached the size of basketballs, a hole formed at the center, and then more on her arms and shoulders. “This is...ooohhh...mmmhmmm...” She couldn't focus on anything but the ardent ecstasy that pulsed through her very being. 

More and more flesh pushed its way through her shirt, tiny mounds of boob squishing through her diminishing shirt. Her taut nipples could be partially seen, their form hard and urgent. “No no no no...stop...please...this is too much...” Claire wanted to orgasm so badly, it was as if she was being held on the edge with no way to release.

Then, it began. She felt lurches. Her breasts suddenly jumping up in size every few seconds. “What is...that...?” Claire asked softly as the feeling grew. A whole other sensation built up within her as her breasts finally destroyed what was left of her t-shirt. They flopped forwards, pulling her down completely onto the floor. She let out a long moan as her flaming hot breasts met the cold floor. The feeling kept building, her breasts reaching the size of spongy beach balls. She lay on top of them as they continued to rise, her feet slowly losing contact with the ground. She felt it coming, closer and closer, a feeling so strong she couldn't possibly...

Then it hit her. Hard. Her breasts grew at a break neck pace, gaining a whole foot within seconds. “OOOOONNNNHHHHHHH!!!” Claire cried out in passion as her bosom finally reached its maximum size. They were as big as tractor tires. Claire's glasses fell from her face and landed inside of her delicious cleavage. They slowly sunk into her undulating flesh, and she merely watched them as they became more and more absorbed within them. “Why...did this happen? Was it...the drink...? It couldn't be...*pant*...that's...*pant*...impossible...” Claire said between breaths as the heat left her bosom. “I'm...huge!” She pushed into her soft squishy tits, their large form pushing back, showing how firm and supple their flesh was.

“How am I going to get out of here? I can't even...urgh...stand!” Claire fidgeted around, her titanic mams knocking into chairs and tables nearby. “...what now...?” She asked herself in defeat.

That's when she felt the heat return, but this time, it was in her bottom.

“What...no...no, it can't be...” 

It was. Claire's already rotund posterior had begun bulging into her tight yoga pants. “OH GOD! PLEASE, NO!” The pleasure struck into her and she was moaning again, her eyes rolling into her head as she kneaded her sensitive tits. Her ass, already the size of  volleyballs, had soon become basketballs, then over-inflated basketballs. “Ohh...I don't want that fat of an ass! STOP! NOOO!” She pleaded as her butt refused, picking up in speed and ferocity. Her hips widened to keep up with the building flesh within her booty. Claire bit her lip, the pleasure once again shooting through her whole body, much to her dismay. Soon, her pants were tearing at the girth of her know overly-plump thighs. They tore to shreds as her hips had widened to two feet. 

“This...no...this has to stop...why does it feel so good...?” Claire said, the fatigue showing in her voice. Her ass began to tingle in its heat, and Claire could feel it happening again. “Oh God...here it comes...” Claire squeezed her eyes together in preparation as her ass piled on the inches in a matter of moments.

She came hard. Again. Letting out a long, low moan, Claire laid there, sandwiched between her engorged, yard-and-half wide tits, and her beanbag chair sized ass. She just laid there, panting, the experience to great for her small body. After sitting there in silence, with only her own breath to listen to, she began to hear the clack of footsteps. Her head rose, as well as it could, and she looked around, most of her vision blocked by boob or butt.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” A form walked in front of her, as if from nowhere. A woman. A very curvacious woman. Breasts bigger than Claire when she was normal, at about an E-cup, and a booty to match, all cinched up in a crimson and black corset. Her hair, which only went to her shoulders, was the same dark shade of crimson as her corset. The clacking Claire had heard before had come from the woman's high heel shoes, also a dark shade of red. Claire gazed at her, meeting the woman's fiery stare, a seducing look behind her red rimmed glasses. She leaned down to Claire, and took her necklace in hand. “My dear...you should know better than to steal from me...” She pulled on it hard and it tore off. Claire laid there in shock, then began making sentences as well as she could.

“B-b-but...I don't ev-even...kn-kn-kn...know who you are!” She choked out. The woman gave a smile and patted her on the head.

“The name is Tiffany, my dear. I run the antique shop you stole this from. Do you know what this necklace does?” Claire shook her head, causing both gigantic mounds of flesh to wobble uncontrollably. 

“Its a fertility necklace. You wear this and drink a certain combination of substances...in this case, it was caramel, milk, coffee...and a little bit of my special ingredient...you become incredibly fertile. Maybe a bit...TOO fertile, I suppose...” She slapped Claire's butt and chuckled, Claire letting out a long moan.

“Tu---turn me back! Please! I'm...I'm sorry..!” Tiffany shrugged and dropped the necklace down her own cleavage, safe and sound. 

“The effects are...somewhat temporary, my dear. You will go down to a relatively normal size. But there is an important step first...and I would rather not be here for when it happens...so...ta-ta, my dear...” She gave a wink and snapped her fingers, vanishing right in front of Claire. She let out a gasp, but suddenly felt something. It was as if something was...pumping into her bosom? 

“Uh oh...what now...?” The pumping continued as her breasts became increasingly sloshy. Every move and press that Claire put into her boobs caused a jiggly, yet gurgling, reaction. More and more, she felt the pressure building up inside her breasts. “Seriously...what is going to...Tiff...TIFFANY!” She let out a scream as she felt her breasts get incredibly tight, her body tensing up as she felt more and more pressure pushing up to her nipples. Her breasts began to bloat up, their form going from squishy to spherical in no time whatsoever. 

Then, she felt another rush, the answer of her situation coming clear in a quick moment.

Milk pulsed out suddenly out of her right nipple, Claire letting out a soft whimper as it did so. 

“Oh...no...” Another spurt came from her left nipple. Both her nipples were the size of her fist, her aerolas as big as thanksgiving dinner plates. Another spurt, and another cry from Claire. Soon, both her nipples were expelling milky goodness at together, spraying all across the cafe floor at a consistent pace, the floor becoming soaked with her tit milk. A river was flowing from them, her breasts pumping out more and more by the second. “Oooohhh...unnnhhh...” Claire could do nothing but moan, the pleasure was back at fever pitch. She wasn't sure if her body could handle it. Soon the whole floor was covered in milk, as Claire began squishing her mams to make them expel faster. 

The tightness left her bosom, her breasts becoming squishier and softer by the second. The sloshiness wore down and her milk stream weakened. It soon diminished to nothing.

Claire laid there, still in between her wet, milky tits and her plump, gigantic tush. She panted, still drained, not having a moment to collect herself. She pushed herself up a bit, trying to get to her feet. She succeeded, her butt squashing into the counter behind her, her breasts wiping out all of the tables in front of her. She looked down at the floor, seeing the lake of milk her breasts had produced upon the polished wood flooring. She let out a sigh.

“I...have to clean this up...don't I?”

THE END