Beer

“Hi I’m Cindy and I’ll be your waitress today, so can I start you off with a drink” she was cute, short hair small but nicely shaped breasts a white button down shirt, it was a bit loose on her but it looked good.

“um what do ya have on tap?”

“only the house lager, but I guarantee ya’ll like it”

I couldn’t help but think that I had stumbled in to the only place in the state without any beers I’ve heard of. But she was cute, and I was too beat to go look for somewhere else, I just wanted my dinner.

“yeah sure I’ll have a glass of that then”

A strange look of anticipation crossed her face. “coming right up” and then she walked off.

Nothing to do but wait. The place was dim and a little warm for my tastes. It was also strangely empty. It was 8:00 on a Friday there should have been at least someone else another server, an old drunk at the bar, a drunk secretary singing karaoke, a young couple out for a date, you know someone.

“Here ya go!” she put an empty glass on the table.

“um… you forgot something…”

“it’ll be along in a bit, don’t want to rush things”

I just stared at her, was she making the beer herself?

“actually I am.”

“Huh?”

“I said yes I am making the beer myself, right here.” She put a hand on her right breast.

“uh huh you know I think maybe I’ll just go find another bar.” I started to scoot my way out of the booth when it started. There was a fizzing sound coming from Cindy.

“oh are you sure it’s almost ready.” Her breasts were starting to swell. The material of her was being pulled tight.

“um I uh” I just couldn’t take my eyes off her.

She unfastened her shirt one button at a time. Her breasts continued to grow spreading open her shirt and revealing an incredible amount pale creamy cleavage. She slid the shirt back from her breasts. “so, do you still just want a glass, or would you like to drink from the tap.”

“I uh.. er.. the tap is good”

She leaned forward and lifted a nipple to my mouth. “go right ahead.”

As I started to suck I couldn’t tell if she was pressing her breast in to me or if it was still growing and pushing me back. Her nipple swelled inside my mouth and I was rewarded with a mouthful of the best beer I had ever tasted, it was crisp and slightly cool and fizzing delightfully.

“mmm yess thatsss good,” she moaned as a drank from her. “be sure to drink all of it.”

I was beginning to feel very full, but still her breast was pushing against me. I tried to let go but couldn’t, her breast had swollen so much that I was held fast between it and the wall of the booth. I started to panic. I tried franticly to push he away. She just moaned more as my hands slid along the smooth and incredibly soft surface of her breast.

The beer was pouring in to my mouth so fast that I had no choice but to swallow it or drown. I felt very full and very tired. The world was swimming around me.

At some point I must have passed out. I was laying on the floor in what I assume was a back room. Sitting above me was cindy, and her impossible breasts. They were gigantic jiggling water balloons nearly two feet wide each.

“awake again are you… still feeling very tired huh.. oh that’s good. Don’t want you to be too mobile. It’d spoil my fun.” She straddled me and shoved her nipple back in my mouth, “now you’re going to drink it all”

Beer once again filled my mouth. She began to squeeze her breast forcing the beer out quicker. As her breast shrank I started to grow my entire body became rounded and soft. By the time her right breast was empty I was becoming quite round about the middle. She switched breasts and began squeezing again. I grew to the point that my arms and legs began to be absorbed in to the growing ball my body.

She rubbed my belly. “Now don’t you feel good. You drank it all, oh… but what’s this…” the fizzing had returned.

She rubbed up against me and whispered, “we’re both filling again, you know what that means? It means you’re just going to need to drain me again.” She lay on me cuddling my growing body. The beer inside me was fizzing tickling my insides. I felt wonderful in spite of my predicament.

“or maybe… we should just stay this way for a while…”