Her Cups Runneth Over

Naomi tossed her glasses onto the desk and rubbed her tired eyes. She stared out of the skyscraper window and down on to the city below. A sonder feeling washed over her. Somewhere out of sight a distant vacuum could be heard as the late night cleaners skulked from office to office. She checked her wristwatch. Another chunk of life sacrificed to the alter of capitalism.

Lethargy permeated her movements as she closed her laptop and stowed it away. A lonesome trench coat hung in waiting and she wriggled into it, hiding her slender physique. She buttoned the coat around her trim waist as she walked through the empty offices towards the elevators. The faint smell of cleaning products wafted in from somewhere.

As she descended Naomi took a moment to stare at her reflection in the elevator mirror. Genetics had been kind to her; a heart shaped face, prominent cheekbones, and full lips. Her dark framed glasses synergised with her dark hair, tightly pulled back into a neat bun, drawing all attention to her facial symmetry. Puberty had left her with a tiny chest, but she'd grown to enjoy the benefits of a small bust; always going braless for one.

The night was dark, damp and drizzly. She spent a moment sheltered under the portico, and contemplated what to do with the evening. A quiet bar and a gin and tonic would give a small reprieve from the working week. She hailed a cab.

Arriving at her destination she hopped out and hurried across the street, looking to duck into a favourite drinking hole. She used to frequent this place back when she drank more often, but upon entry she stopped abruptly. A large group of people were walking towards her, exiting the bar all at once. A man caught her eye.

"It's closing, there's some kinda leak upstairs. We've been told to leave."

She shuffled backwards slightly, reluctant to step back out into the rain, and stood to the side as people filed past her, feeling at a loss. A middle aged woman squeezed her arm gently and smiled.

"We're going to the Velvet Beer Garden, won't you join us?" she said.

Naomi stared at her momentarily, struck by her warm smile. She'd never heard of the Velvet Beer Garden. But then again, she had nothing else better to do.

"Sure."

The Velvet Beer Garden was largely empty, and most of the bar goers had not actually come here, leaving Naomi engaged in small talk with this mature woman.

"So, what's your name?"

"Naomi," Naomi said, reaching out a hand.

The woman shook it. "Esmeralda. Let me take your coat."

"Oh, that's all right--"

"I insist."

Naomi unbuttoned her coat and let Esmeralda slide it from her shoulders and hang it around the low backed chair. Naomi wore a form-fitting, crisp, white shirt, with the top two buttons undone.

The bartender, a wrinkled boulder of a man, looked at her from across the bartop.

"To drink?" he said.

"A gin and tonic, please."

"You should really try the beer here," Esmeralda said.

"Oh, no. I'm not much of a beer drinker."

"Trust me. A beer please," she said to the bartender. "On me," she smiled at Naomi.

A little flummoxed, Naomi resolved herself to politely drinking this single beer and calling it a night. The bartender scraped the foam from the top of the beer, and slid it over to her.

"Actually, make that two," Esmeralda said.

Naomi looked down at the beer glass, drawn to it, hardly able to avert her gaze. Dark liquid swirled around, glistening in the warm lamplight of bar. Before she knew it, she'd wrapped her fingers around the handle and raised the glass to her lips.

The smell was intoxicating. Since when did beer smell this good? Would it be rude of her if she were to take a sip before Esmeralda had gotten hers? Ah, just a quick sip, she could apologise. She licked her lips and began to drink. It was smooth, and went down easily, and the cool liquid quenched her thirst. One sip became two, and then three.

"Oh yes, do drink up dear," Esmeralda said.

Naomi gulped down larger and larger mouthfuls of beer, and small trickles ran from the corners of her mouth, and pooled under her chin. One dropped and landed on her thigh. She wanted to stop and wipe them off, but something drove her to continue chugging.

The piquancy was addictive, and it massaged her tongue as it flowed through her mouth. Although, as she drank she started to feel a bit of discomfort around her chest. Again, she wanted to stop, but felt compelled to continue. The reason for the discomfort was clear to any onlooker--Naomi's chest was growing. And with each successive mouthful of beer her bust grew a little fuller, and expanded a little further; her slender frame now complimented by two small breasts. If she were able to put the glass down now she'd have a gorgeous pair of perky tits. But stop she could not.

Beer funnelled down her throat, transforming into breast tissue not long after, and her small, perky tits grew into spherical dollops of fat, rising like dough, straining the lower buttons of her crisp white shirt. Her skin stretched with every swallow, as newly fattened breast tissue forcefully blossomed within her.

Naomi gripped the glass tightly with both hands, and her eyes watered. The beer was just under half full. She let out a muffled groaning sound that reverberated inside the glass. Beer oozed from around her lips, and flowed down her chin. Her shirt could hardly contain her expanding curves, and gaps started to the form between the buttons.

"Good girl, almost there," Esmeralda said.

All she wanted was more beer. More. Pain in her chest be damned. She greedily gulped and gulped. It was utterly delicious. She winced as her chest swelled further and further. And then, in unison, two buttons burst from her shirt and rocketed behind the back bar, rattling against the spirit bottles like a wind chime on a stormy night. Soft, fattened breast tissue quickly filled the gaping hole in her shirt; a line of juicy cleavage now on display.

More beer ran down her chin, dripping onto her tits, and sliding down into the depths of her cleavage. She arched her spine and lifted the beer glass higher, working the last of the drink down her throat. Arching her spine like that, bulbous tits curving out from her tight body, nobody would've ever thought that Naomi was once flat-chested. The final mouthful made its way inside her, and another shirt button popped off, and her breasts quickly filled in the gap, eating up all available space.

Naomi slammed her empty beer glass down and let rip a symphony of unorchestrated burps. She slumped onto the bartop and breathed heavily, like an athlete after a sprint. Cleavage bulged from the gap in her shirt, and she pressed her palm against it, watching in awe as it sank in. She sat up straight and cupped each breast gingerly, trying to comprehend their new size and weight.

They were huge. How big she didn't know, but they were far bigger than her hands. Bigger than anyone she knew. And the rest of her slender physique had remained unchanged, making their size seem even more drastic. Her shirt was cutting into her breasts painfully, and she reached to unbutton it even further.

"Quite the binge drinker aren't we, Naomi?" Esmeralda said.

Naomi froze. "What... what have you done to me?"

"I hate to state the obvious," Esmeralda lowered her gaze to Naomi's gaping shirt, "but you'll need to start wearing bras now."

Naomi was suddenly aware of where she was. Her plunging neckline was on full display, and she'd almost unbuttoned her shirt in front of total strangers. She reached for her trench coat, and twisted on her barstool to grab it, and even these simple movements felt totally alien; things were bouncing in ways they never had before.

Esmeralda placed a hand on her shoulder. "Leaving? After just one drink?"

Naomi stopped and looked towards Esmeralda. "Yes, I... I really ought to be heading off."

"Stay for one more. On the house."

"No, I've got to be... elsewhere."

Naomi struggled with her trench coat. Esmeralda dragged the other beer she'd previously ordered along the bartop, letting it come to rest in front of Naomi.

"But Naomi, we've already got you another."

Her eyes landed on the beer. "Thank you, but I must get back..."

Naomi stared at the carbonated bubbles rising up, and condensation trickling down. She struggled with her trench coat, and struggled with her words. The golden liquid looked like a sunset, topped off with a creamy, foamy head. It called her name.

She lifted it to her lips with both hands, closed her eyes, and inhaled deeply. Her lungs expanded, filling with fruity esters, and her large chest jutted out even further. Her shirt buttons clung on for dear life.

"Just a sip," she told herself.

And with that, Naomi sealed her lips around the glass and drank.

Eyes closed, mouthful after mouthful, sloshing down her chin, running across her chest, twinkling in the dim light, and filling her up.

Esmeralda stood over Naomi and watched her chug the beer helplessly. She lifted a bony finger and poked her sharp nail into Naomi's exposed cleavage. The nail dug easily into the soft skin, and she held it firmly in place as Naomi's breasts started to grow larger. A smirk formed as her nail sank deeper into the plumpness.

She considered undoing Naomi's remaining shirt buttons to give the poor girl some momentary relief, but thought better of it. Best to let her earn it. Naomi's chest rose and fell as the girl took long nasal breaths. The shirt sliced deep into her pillowy bosom, straining tighter and tighter, and another button burst from the pressure. It flung across the bartop and hit the bartender's arm. Esmeralda nodded at him and grinned.

She slid her hand into the gaping hole of Naomi's shirt and let her fingers explore the giant, beer-covered breasts. She rubbed the smooth skin, giving measured squeezes, and enjoying the fullness. Naomi's eyes looked up to meet hers, and a helpless expression shone through as she drank.

"There, there," Esmeralda said, as Naomi's breasts grew even heavier and fuller in her palm. "You're doing so well. So much better than the others."

It was against protocol but she couldn't resist the urge, and she lent forwards and planted a kiss on Naomi's cheek. And then another. Naomi's nipple hardened and erected into life.

"I bet these bigger nipples are much more sensitive, aren't they?" she whispered into Naomi's ear.

She rubbed the nipple between thumb and forefinger, and gleefully watched Naomi squirm on her barstool.

"Goodness, these really are some fat tits you've grown, Naomi."

She gave Naomi's cheek another long, sloppy, wet kiss, and dug her claw-like fingers into the soft breast tissue, squeezing as hard as she could. "Can you feel how deep my fingers sink in? Hm?"

Naomi's eyes started to water, and feeling a moment of empathy she released her grip, and unbuttoned the remaining shirt buttons around Naomi's trim waist. The entirety of Naomi's engorged breasts hung in the open, utterly dominating her slender frame, and she still had a long way to go to finish her second beer.

No longer supported by her shirt, Naomi's giant bosom struggled against gravity. It still retained some perkiness, but that would soon disappear. She rested her elbows upon her mountainous breasts, and held the beer glass to her lips. Cute nipples poked out towards the backbar, practically begging to be sucked.

"You've become quite the head turner. Tits so big you can see them from the back," Esmeralda said. "And they look so, so heavy. Here, let me help with that."

She lifted one off Naomi's breasts--which required both of her hands to so--and plopped it onto the bartop. She did the same with the other and Naomi instinctively lent forwards letting the bartop shoulder the full weight of her chest.

Naomi felt a shiver run down her spine as the cool surface made contact with the underside of her breasts. Her beer was almost empty, and she took one final swig to finish its contents. Lazily, she lowered the beer the glass down, and two small burps slid from her lips, followed by an adorable little hiccup.

Strewn in front of her were two mammoth-sized tits, sprawled upon the bartop. She wanted to cry. How could she go on like this? She ran her hands over them, curiously traversing the tops and the bottoms, before resting them in-between her cleavage. They were warm, soft and welcoming to the touch. But they were too big. Far too big. She'd become a gigantomastia girl.

"Why did you do this to me?" Naomi said, her voice wavering. "Why?"

Esmeralda waltzed behind the bar and stood opposite Naomi. "Have you ever had a traditional German beer stein, Naomi?"

Naomi didn't bother answering. She slumped further forwards, resting her chin upon her valley of cleavage. The bartender finished pouring another beer, although this time the glass was double the size of a regular pint. Esmeralda slid the giant beer along the bartop, and bumped it gently into the side of Naomi's boob.

The beer pulled her in like a magnet, and she started to salivate.

"No! I'm full of beer! I'm full! Take it away. Please, I've had enough to drink!"

"Oh don't be ridiculous Naomi, you're not even tipsy!"

"No! No... I can't drink it," she said, reaching for the enormous glass, and struggling to lift it with one hand. Esmeralda helped her in lifting it up, letting it rest upon her cleavage directly under her mouth.

"I don't need it! I'm so big already, look! Look at me!" Naomi squealed, never taking her eyes off of the beer.

Esmeralda toyed with Naomi's thick nipples from across the bartop, rubbing her thumbs in circles around them. "I know, I know. But you're going to grow so much bigger, aren't you?"

Naomi clamped her eyes shut and tried to ignore the pleasurable sensations filling her breasts. She wanted to toss the beer to the ground. To smash the glass and storm out. She opened her eyes in a spiteful rage, and burrowed her lips around the glass and drank. She drank voraciously, like relapsing alcoholic, and the cool liquid filled her, and she welcomed it inside. This was what she wanted. This was too good to stop. She wished her glass would never empty. She wished to drink forevermore.

Each of Naomi's breasts surged forwards, slithering across the bartop like a pair of fattened slugs. They grew and grew until they started to droop off the other end of the bar top. Esmeralda watched on, an ecstatic grin across her face. The bartender unhooked two suction cups from under the bartop, and attached them to each of Naomi's nipples.

"Call Bernie, tell him we can double his milk order this month," Esmeralda said.

The bartender walked to the back office, and the suction cups puckered into life, milking Naomi like a farm animal.

Pleasure in her nipples, pleasure in her mouth. No desire to storm out, no desire to do anything. Just beer and bliss. Beer and bliss.

Gin and tonic? What a bore.