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How I Said The Wrong Thing And Became A Hucow (Incomplete Vella Rescue)
🕑 Added 2025-01-29 09:17:43 +0000 UTCIf there's a list of stories I really want to finish, this is on that list. I'd also spent a little time exploring the idea of turning it into a manga-style comic, but the budget wasn't there. I've also wondered if it could fit as a story/comic in the GODS OF MIAMI Universe, with Reduxia replaced with a goddess. Happy to hear thoughts on the ideas! ~dS
How I Said The Wrong Thing And Became A Hucow
by Dan Standing
My name is Callie, and that day working at the diner had been pretty exhausting. So when my last customer stiffed me on a tip I was uncharacteristically confrontational. When she offered me something magical instead of monetary I made an off-hand response that took me down a path of embarrassing supernatural pleasure I've never imagined...
Table of Contents
• Episode 1: The Morning Of
• Episode 2: A Fateful Shift
• Episode 3: A Full Thought
• Episode 4: Full Morning
• Episode 5: Morning Routined
• Episode 6: Shifting Expectations
• Episode 7: Opening Up
• Episode 8: Loosening Up
Episode 1: The Morning Of
As I brushed out my drying hair I sighed. Freshly dressed after my usual morning shower I now stood at the floor-length mirror in my bedroom. In the reflection I looked over the robin's egg blue dress that all the waitresses at Dani's Diner wore. The little white apron's ruffles sat lightly atop the skirt that ended midway to my knees. It matched my white pumps and socks. It was a cute look.
On me, at least.
Dani couldn't afford much staff, so there were two of us who waited on the booths, and a third who kept to the counter area. The other waitress who worked along side me at the tables was Maisie. And the little blue outfit was not cute on her.
It was fucking blazing hot.
This was Maisie's intention, not Dani's demand. Maisie's blonde locks cascaded over her shoulders and always perfectly framed the deep cleavage she kept constantly on display. I'd always wondered if she used anything to push up her titanic tits, but even if she didn't I guessed she was easily three times as busty as I was.
Looking at me in the outfit you'd never suspect it could even display cleavage. The only reason I even had a bra on was to keep under control the nipples I'd been "blessed" with - as thick as my finger and even when soft nearly an inch long. They were sensitive enough that the dress' fabric was guaranteed to rub them hard.
Which meant they hung further off my ribs than my pancake boobs - even calling my breasts "pancakes" feels like implying they're thicker than they really are.
A knot in my brunette strands pulled my mind back to the present. I worked it out then pulled the hair up into a ponytail with a point that tapped my back between my shoulder blades. Looking at my stick-thin physique I wondered how many more tips Maisie would have over me today. The thought boiled my blood a little...Maisie was a perfectly competent waitress, but I knew I was faster and more attentive and yet when it came time to close I always left with lighter pockets than her.
The end of the month was coming, and I could not ask my roommate to front me some of the rent again. And being late for my shift was not going to help that.
"Morning, Callie!"
As I stepped out of my room into that greeting I felt myself flush again - but this time it wasn't from annoyance. Trini was lounging on the couch in our living room, watching TV. On the table sat her usual cup of coffee, a pale brown thanks to all the cream she used. She was still wearing the clothes she'd gone to bed in - a threadbare grey t-shirt and some equally threadbare boxers. Draped under the thin fabric I could see the outline of her thimble-like nipples atop her generous breasts. The fly of her boxer shorts was open and a few raven curls were springing up from it.
God, I wanted to suck on those nipples so badly. I wanted to feel those curls tickling my nose as I pleasured her between those toned thighs. I wanted to grab her short pixie-cut hair and pull her purple lips to mine and-
"Earth to Callie, you okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, fine..." I shook my head and blinked away the thoughts. I couldn't blink away how hard I'd made my nipples or the tingle between my own thighs, but thankfully none of that was visible. "Just thinking about my shift."
I was also thinking about how, even though we'd been roommates for a year, I had no idea if I had any sort of shot at asking Trini if she wanted to be more...or at least go on a date. The only time we'd ever been out just the two of us was when she interviewed me to be her roommate at a pizza joint down the street, next to Dina's.
"Yeah, hope it goes quick for you," Trini smiled, turning my stomach in knots, "Want me to have that broccoli stir-fry going when you get back?"
"Sure..." I replied, and when Trini gave a half wave while returning her attention to the TV I left for my walk to the diner. Thankfully it cooled the fire betwixt my legs.
Now it was time for a different kind of frustration...
Episode 2: A Fateful Shift
Dina let me into the diner and I clocked in. Maisie arrived a few minutes later alongside Kelsey - the counter waitress - and together we memorized the day's specials and soups. It wasn't long before the morning customers began to arrive and we all got to work.
The worst thing about being jealous of Maisie is that she's nice. She's never tried to be friends or anything, I always get the feeling that waitressing is just work and she comes in, does what she needs to do to get paid, and then doesn't think about us any further until she comes back the next day.
But it would be so much easier to be upset about how she flaunts those boobs of hers and sucks in all the cash if she was haughty about it. If she was petty or catty or tried to trip me now and then or stole tables from me. And maybe if this was some sort of trite drama I'd have let myself find things she did to be upset about.
But, thankfully, I'm not that petty or catty.
Usually.
Don't get me wrong, I've had the kind of customers who try your patience. Who say one thing then claim they've said something else when the food comes. Who think they're the only table I'm seeing to. Who've stiffed me on a hard-earned tip.
And don't mistake what I'm saying there - every tip is hard earned, no matter what kind of service you think you got! Just some feel harder-earned than others.
The shift was feeling like one of those "harder-earned" ones as the day went on. Little things here and there were piling up in my mind; delivering soda when they "certainly" asked for diet soda. Forgetting the extra butter. Taking the brunt of a brief lunch back-up.
And it didn't help that I could see Maisie doing her deep knee-locked hip bends to customers, her big pink boobs barely staying inside the fabric. The ruffled skirt rising up nearly to her round butt atop those long legs.
God, I had to admit I would have also been leaving her those stacks of bills and generous credit card tips. I often found myself getting distracted by her egregious femininity.
But all it took was a glance at the single digit tip on a charged receipt, or scraping the coins off a table to get my brain back where it belonged.
As our shifts neared a close I had estimated Maisie brought in twice what Kelsey and I had each made, combined. That was an especially good night for her, and I was working hard to hold in my irritation.
By this point there was only one customer left in the diner, and since the kitchen had closed Dani and the others were in the back gossiping while I wrapped up with the woman at my table.
When I'd been simultaneously handling other customers I hadn't noticed much about this woman, but as my attention had nowhere else to go I began to feel something strange about her. There was a...power I felt around her. Like static in the air, which made my brain a little fuzzy. Part of me thought it could see strange aspects to her...pointed ears, slick skin, a silver body-tight outfit. A freaking tail holding a glass of liquid far fancier than we served.
Then I'd blink and she'd look just like a normal business woman, quietly eating and scrolling through a tablet. I watched as she placed a credit card on the bill I'd left her. Typically customers had to go up to the register and pay Dani, but since this woman was the last here and Dani was in the back I took the check and card up to do it myself.
As I carried the card I could have sworn I saw he same blink-and-it-was-gone strangeness. But it swiped without issue so I brought the customer's and merchant copies back to the woman along with a pen. I stepped away, clearing some dishes, and through the corner of my eye I could see her scribble on my receipt before standing up and walking towards the door. I scurried over, curious where this last transaction would put me for the night, and read what had been written.
TIP: thanks!
SIGNATURE: L. REDUXIA
Glancing to the table I didn't see any cash or coinage left for me. My blood started to boil. I'd served her quickly, politely, and with a smile! If I hadn't been so mentally burned out from the day maybe I would have kept my mouth shut like usual. But for some reason I found this to be the final straw.
"Hey!" I barked. The woman didn't respond or stop her advance towards the door, so I stepped after her. As I got closer I could feel that power wash over me...something about it wanted to make me docile, to defer all of my will to someone who rightfully held ownership of it. But I was so incensed I pushed through it. "Hey, you! 'Reduxia.' Wait!"
This time the woman, Reduxia, paused. I stopped a few steps from her, and she slowly turned to face me. I was instantly struck cold with the fear that she'd become angry and yell for a manager. But instead she had a look of...impressed bemusement? I noted for the first time how big her eyes were...how full her lips were...
"Well, there aren't many who can muster the will to shout at me..." the customer pulled her mouth into a half-smile that felt predatory to me, "I'm impressed. What charged you up to do that?"
I was dumbstruck for a moment. If I'd done this to a normal customer my wits would have already returned and mortified me into an apology. On top of that was this strange influence Reduxia had over me. I don't know if I'd ever had said anything more than "I'm sorry!" if she hadn't asked me a question which I was compelled to answer.
"You didn't leave me a tip," I replied, being as matter-of-fact as possible.
"Oh, yeah, I didn't think that mattered..." Reduxia grinned, tapping a long thin finger to her lips. I couldn't tell if she was playing coy or legitimately hadn't considered it an issue, "Well, you've already run the card and I don't have any cash on me, so why don't I give you a different kind of tip?"
"What...what do you mean?" More and more the look of Reduxia in a tight business suit was glitching out of my sight, and the strange erotic retro-future vision of an impossibly sexual woman was standing before me.
"Well, I know you can feel that I wield great...influence in your reality," Reduxia mused, "So let's say I'll grant you a request. But not any request, there must be rules."
"Like...a wish?"
"Oh, no, no, my dear, I said rules, not tired old small-print legalities. When you can do, well, anything in this realm having some vague limitations to work around just makes it more fun...for me," Reduxia elaborated, tapping her lips and looking around the diner, "But what to...oh! I know! Since tipping is what brought you to me how about we do something with that? I couldn't help but notice your fellow waitress was racking up the cash, so how about I offer you one request to make about your breasts and we'll see what I do with that, hmmm?"
"My...breasts..." under any other circumstance I would have burst out laughing. This was, objectively, absurd. But as I stood there, feeling the absolute utter authority of the woman standing before me, her form shimmering into an otherworldly vision of womanly power, I knew I had to reply.
So I stammered out what I felt I could change about my breasts that would put me in Maisie's league.
Episode 3: A Full Thought
"I, well..." I knew that whatever mental influence Reduxia had over me had been lifted for the moment, because otherwise I would not have stumbled for a response. She wanted me to answer her in my own way. Suddenly I was terrified of embarrassing myself in front of this incredible woman, and I would have welcomed back the eloquence-inducing influence on my now-stammering thoughts.
"I guess, uh, I want breasts bigger than Maisie's...I want, um, want mine to be round...and full all the time, you know, without a bra...and they can't hurt, you know, just a source of, you know...they always feel good."
"Yes, I see...I think I can work with that," Reduxia smiled. She brought her tablet up and preceded to tap at it. As she did so I could sense a tingle wash over me, which I presumed was the incredible woman resuming her full influence. "You have a nice night, now. And you make sure you keep coming into work, I don't want to have done this for you just for you to stay home. Maybe I'll stop by tomorrow to see how my tip has weighed on you."
I watched, standing stick still where I was, as Reduxia turned and strutted out of the diner. I remained calmly standing in place for a few moments before the fog on my brain finished slowly lifting. I blinked and held my hand to my brow - the usual trite 'what happened to my head?' after-moments.
Looking around I realized I still needed to clear what remained on Reduxia's table. At the time I didn't realize it, but with every glass and utensil I picked up my memory of talking with...what was her name? Well, that recollection was getting darker and fuzzier and harder to recall until...why were there used plates here?
As I wiped down the table Dina and the others returned. I received my tips for the night, and although Maisie tried to pocket hers quickly I could really confirm she'd made much more than me. I flushed with frustration, but as I left and stepped into the cool night I could feel that my breasts had not lost that fresh warmth.
I was entirely focused on this bubbling heat the entire walk back to the apartment. My breath was slowly quickening. Every block or so it felt like each time I took a step I felt a little more pull on my bra. Just a little, so small that had I not felt the warmth which gripped my ribs and flowed up into my nips I would have never noticed it.
Stepping into the apartment I could hear Trini was in the shower. The thought of her naked, with soapy water cascading down her curves, popped into my mind's eye and I could feel my nipples and clitty start to stiffen at the vision. I shook it away.
Closing the bedroom door behind me I unzipped myself from the blue dress and draped it over a chair, atop another from the day before. I kicked off my sneakers, leaving me in a white bra, blue panties, and white socks. I stepped up to the mirror to examine my profile when a thought gripped my mind.
Why was I bothering with a bra? I should take that off...right now!
With clumsy haste I pulled the straps over my shoulders, spun the bra around so the clasps were over my chest, and undid the hooks. I hissed as I rotated the bra, my nipples feeling the elastic bands drag over them. It lit a flame between my thighs more intense than had happened before. As I removed the brassier my nipples jumped to their full, long attention. I flung the bra from my hand as if it was a rattlesnake in my hand.
Taking a few deep breaths to calm myself I turned my attention to the mirror and angled to the side.
I could see a bit of fat lifting my areola away from my ribs.
"Holy shit!" I gasped. There wasn't much there, maybe a centimeter, maybe not quite half-an-inch, but it was more than I'd had that morning! I slid my fingers up my chest, along the new slopes, and stopped at the edge of my areola. I could actually feel the pure soft flesh between my fingers and my ribs.
Maybe, if there hadn't probably been some innate knowledge buried in my brain that this was something I'd asked for, I should have been worried for my health. But no such notion came to me. Instead, I stood in front of the mirror in my socks and panties circling my hardening nipples with my thumbs as I palmed each slightly larger tit.
As my fingers sunk into my chest I could feel the slightest sense of resistance as forming fat pushed outward against the lightly stretching skin.
"This has to be a dream..." I murmured. I pinched my arm and yelped at the brief pain, but nothing changed. Thinking I needed to try something else I put my thumb and finger to my nipple and pinched again.
I yelped, but not from pain. It hadn't hurt - at all. Instead, a pang of pure arousal raced like lightning to my loins. I jumped in my socks, stumbling backwards. My lower lips had only lightly wetted; it was the unexpected swap of pleasure instead of pain that had caught me by surprise.
"I...I need a third opinion..." I stammered at myself. Someone else need to confirm what I was seeing...maybe what I was feeling?
No, no, just seeing.
And I knew who I wanted to ask.
This was just for scientific affirmation, I assured myself.
I pulled on my PJ sweatpants and grabbed a white button-down blouse from my closet. I buttoned only the top two buttons so I could easily undo the shirt. I shivered from the sensation of my stiff nips tenting the slightly rough fabric.
I stepped back into the common room as Trini was coming out of the bathroom. Her short hair was curled up in a wrap, and a full towel was tucked around her glistening body.
"Hi, Callie!" Trini exclaimed as she saw me, her full smile nearly enough for me to soak straight through the sweatpants, "I didn't hear you come in, I prepped dinner before I got in the shower."
"Great, thank you..." I was summoning all my concentration to look Trini in the eyes and not into the moist cleavage she had bulging up along the upper edge of the towel, "Hey, um, if you can spare a moment, I have an odd question for you."
"Sure," my roommate replied. She tightened the retaining fold in the towel and looked at me with eager curiosity, "What's up?"
"Well, I wanted to know if...if you could confirm if my breasts look like they're...bigger?"
"Uh, sure. Do they look bigger than they would if you were retaining?"
Such a dry, matter-of-fact question from Trini cooled my enthusiasm for a moment, and my fingers paused on the buttons before I could undo them.
"Uh, yes, I don't, um, that doesn't do much each month."
"Okay, well, let me see, then..." Trini insisted, her hands going to her hips. It was a sassy stance, and my desires relit lightly. My fingers resumed their duties, and a gently pulled the blouse outwards before opening it like stage curtains revealing my boobs.
"Wow, just realizing now I've never seen you topless," Trini mused, leaning in and cocking her head in a medical manner. "Based on what I've seen under your nightshirt I suppose they are getting thicker...no droop, I mean, just...mounds...have you checked?"
My brain wasn't able to quite connect the concern Trini had raised, so I just shook my head no.
"We should check."
Without any pause Trini reached forward, splitting her fingers and placing each hand on my boobs so her paired digits were stretched along either side of my nipples. She gave a little push, then rotated, then pushed again.
I knew what she was doing to my breasts was serious, but what it was doing to my pussy...my God, I could feel my juices flowing. Every push against my growing bosom was like taking a water pump to my slit. If she lingered too long I was absolutely going to have a dark stain on my pants.
"Everything feels fine, maybe you're eating something that's giving you a hormone burst?"
"Mmm...m-maybe," I hadn't realized I'd closed my eyes, but they snapped open as Trini pulled her hands away and stood back, "I'll keep track of that."
"Could be a good idea. But hey, if this sticks around maybe you'll have to borrow my bras!" Trini laughed. Part of me squealed at the idea of sharing something so intimate with Trini, but another part of me squicked just at the thought of putting a bra on.
"Speaking of, um, eating," I rallied my concentration and began to rebutton my blouse, sending little bolts to my slit as my sensitive nipples were overtaken by the fabric. I could smell my musk slipping up to my nose, and I panicked at the thought of Trini getting my scent, "I can get dinner started if you want to finish changing."
"Sure, thanks!" Trini grinned, and she bounded to her room and closed the door. I stood where I was, taking a few moments to let me body calm down, buttoning the blouse fully closed on automatic. I quickly ducked into the bathroom to wipe away my arousal as best I could, then shifted to the kitchen and got things cooking.
All through my time at the stove I could feel the warmth in my chest. As I grabbed spatulas and moved pans the sense of slowly increased weight - of that little extra wobble of mass - grew on me. I pushed through my mind any thought I hoped would keep me from needing to jump into the bathroom again.
But that was as hard as my nips.
As I was plating everything Trini reemerged dressed in her worn top and boxers. Once again the fly was open and I could steal little glances of her curls. I noticed her nipples looked especially hard.
We ate in front of the TV catching up on some shows. Trini and I exchanged some fun banter about our theories on fictional killers or whose cake looked best. Eventually we finished and Trini offered to do the dishes, since I'd cooked.
I watched my roommate, dressed in only her little shirt and boxers, walk barefoot to the kitchen. When I began fantasizing about her soapy hands playing with my blooming tits I excused myself for the night.
I fell backwards onto my bed, reveling a bit in how my new booby fat rolled in tiny circles atop my ribs. I hissed at the pulses firing from my nipples to my pussy, and I slipped a hand under my panties and sweats. Through my own curly patch I found my clit and began to massage it. I bit my lip and lightly cooed, thoughts wandering to Trini, but I was so exhausted from being on my feet all day I fell asleep before achieving any relief.
It was the alarm of my phone that woke me up, but it was something else that kept me awake - the intense weight and pressure pushing down on me! I could barely breath, and lifting up my head I could see why; overnight my breasts had filled out to tits nearly as big as my head!
Episode 4: Full Morning
The blouse was still buttoned, but at it's absolute limit!
I struggled to get up from the bed, unable to sit straight upright so I rolled to the side and pivoted up on my right hip. Shit, these gazangas were heavy...but I didn't feel any aching, just struggle. I heaved myself up onto my socked feet and stumbled over to the mirror.
What I saw caused me to gasp - or, at least, start to. As I reflexively inhaled that met the limit to my top, and it exploded in a barrage of buttons at BB gun force, two of which bounced off the mirror and hit me in each boob.
Instead of feeling the pain I'd expected I gasped in pleasure from the strikes, my knees knocking together and my ass dropping to the floor. I sat their gasping, legs splayed, staring at my reflection.
With two enormous, impossibly round boobs blocking my view of...well, most everything!
"How the shit did this happen?!"
My reflection's jaw gaped at what I saw...and when I remembered that was my mouth hanging open like a ditz I closed it.
But, honestly, I looked like a ditzy bimbo. These two enormous boobs were fatty flesh, but they were sitting on me as round as a bolted on pair would. My nipples stuck out like flagpoles atop each erotic mound. As I moved they shifted, but not like jello - they held their shape like my skin was pulled tight. There was a shifting motion, but it was less of my boobs and more in my boobs.
Like...sloshing.
Their entire taught surface radiated a dull pleasure that was pouring down my belly into my loins. It was lightly oozing out of my pussy with a gentle muskiness. I could sense a pressure within each breast, but instead of experiencing an urgent ache to address it all I could feel was arousal.
Carefully I pushed myself up from from the floor, grabbing for my bed for balance. The weight of these titanic tits pulled me around, but my back didn't hurt. There was just the constant pull of gravity making it impossible to pretend they weren't there - even if they didn't swallow up most of my downward vision.
Despite my wide, flat-footed stance I was wobbling and waving my arms about to remain standing. This...this was impossible.
Insane.
Did I say impossible?
And yet, I could see the flailing topless idiot in the mirror who definitely had the absurd boobs I could feel on my ribs. As I steadied myself I felt the impulse to give a pull on my stiff nips, to see if the odd pressure I felt behind them was what I-
beep! beep! beep!
The back-up morning alarm on my phone spun my attention to the bedside table, and I toppled tits first onto the bed. Instead of yelping from the expected pain of slamming my weight onto my boobs I nearly came from the impact. I gasped as my pussy gushed, the heat locked inside me teetering maddingly close to cusping the orgasm. I stayed still, taking deep breathes - and getting more and more irritated by the incessant beeping of my phone.
Then my blood ran cold as there was a knock on the bedroom door.
"Hey, Callie? You okay in there? Are you up?"
The chill of being seen like this - practically pinned to the bed by cartoonish melons with my feet kicking up in the air - was flushed out by a beet red blush of humiliation as Trini turned the doorknob. I hadn't thought to lock the door, and Trini had checked on me before when I'd overslept so she had no reason to wait for a response. The only thing to stop her from coming in could be me saying something to keep her out.
And I completely blanked. I just gawked at the door as I watched her step inside and throw her hands to her mouth in shock.
"What the fuck happened to you?!"
Episode 5: Morning Routined
"Uh, well, I kept...growing," was all I could stammer. Every inch of my skin must have looked like a tomato. Trini rushed over and put her hands on my shoulders. I didn't really need the help, if I hadn't been so shocked by the arousal I could have pushed myself up, and now my skin bristled with goosebumps as this beautiful woman touched it. She helped me lean back, my fat naked breasts coming into full view.
I watched Trini's eyes go wide as she took me in, but it wasn't for the reason I presumed.
"Callie! You're breasts, they're..."
"Huge?"
"Giving milk!"
My hands flew to my nips and gripped them, which had the unintentional outcome of squirting Trini's shirt.
"Hey, watch where you aim those!" my roommate exclaimed. I watched her own breasts bounce and swing as she pulled away - small in comparison to my milk-laden blimps. I blushed again until I saw her face had more of a bemused smile than a scowl of disgust. I peered over my boobs and saw that there were two damp spots in my sheets where I had landed. Both breasts had the slightest sensation of being emptier - the tight pleasure was lessened lightly.
"Sorry, sorry, this is...this new - can you hand me my phone?" The alarm had been going off this entire time and my teeth tightened each time I heard that damn beep!
"This is more than just some off hormones, you need to go to the doctor. Here."
As I swiped the alarm off I caught sight of the time. In another circumstance I would have done as Trini suggested. The reasonable thing after waking up with these results was to go straight to the hospital. But as I realized how close I was to being late for work a new imperative gripped me.
I had to go to work. That was paramount.
"Uh, maybe after my shift..." I muttered, standing up and steadying myself. I went to my closet practically on auto-pilot to get a fresh diner dress, then grabbed underwear and sucks.
"You're going to work with those while they're doing that?" Trini asked, an eyebrow raised.
"Yeah. You know, think of the tips awaiting a waitress with these?!"
"Your customers won't know what to think of those tips awaiting them!" my roommate replied, rolling her eyes and letting out a nervous laugh, "You're brave. Or dumb for waiting. But, I guess, have at it if you're comfortable doing it."
I nodded and was compelled to head to the bathroom. Usually I'd hang my clothes up on the back of the door, but I dropped them the sink counter because it was faster. I barely gave myself a moment to shut the door before I stripped off what remained of my pajamas and got in the shower.
There wasn't any time to let the water warm up, so I bit my lip and braced myself for the cold rush. The chilly spray washed up my legs, stomach, and stopped on my chest. Everything south of my bosom reacted with the discomfort I expected, but the cold water rushing over my boobs only aroused me - more so as the water warmed up.
My tits were tight with milk; arousal was rushing from them to my pussy like tuning forks that wouldn't stop vibrating. I wanted to try and milk myself a little in the shower to relieve the pressure, but there was no time. A quick lather was all I gave myself, soapy fingers sliding over my chest and pussy enough to ignite even more flames within my loins without any effort to put them out.
I robotically shut off the water, dried myself, and pulled on all my clothes. It was as I pulled the dress over my head that I realized I hadn't grabbed a bra.
Just thinking about the brassier welled up a deep revulsion for me.
"I don't need one of those!" I announced. Then the feeling passed and, while I agreed with myself that these new tits of mine were pretty self-sufficient, I'd probably have a need for one to - NO! I spat at the thought and moved on, quickly finishing up and marching out the door to escape the automated anxiety of being late to work.
Episode 6: Shifting Expectations
To describe my breasts as "bouncing" would be an understatement. Even though they were full and firm that doesn't keep a basketball from bouncing, now does it? They bounded and bopped atop my ribs with every step, ramming my nipples into the unprotected fabric over and over again. I was grateful that the brief relief of milk at the apartment meant I wasn't staining my dress with every step.
But that was the only relief. The dress wasn't exactly silk, and if my nips weren't leaking my pussy certainly was! God, I'd never been so horny walking into the diner. And I knew I looked it. The dress was already straining under the extra inches of my bosom. Maybe I'd felt revulsion at the idea of wearing a bra, but as I watched people's eyes pop at the two wobbling nubs I'd popped into the fabric I was nearly embarrassed enough to rethink my disgust for a bra.
Nearly.
The same disbelieving glances were given by my coworkers, but none of them said anything as I quickly clocked in and vanished into the private women's bathroom. I had a few minutes before the diner was open and I needed to make the best of that time.
I pulled up the dress and popped my boobs free over the sink. Despite biting my lip a whimper squeaked out as I gripped each nipple and pulled.
One stream splattered onto the mirror, while the other shot wildly left towards the toilet.
"Crap!" I gasped. My loins quivered as my brain tried to balance the arousal that had shot down to my pussy, and the two sprays that had shot elsewhere. My breasts were so round and firm I had to make and extreme curve of my back to try and assure that my next milking would go into the sink. Another gasp left my lips as I pulled each teat again. Thankfully, the white streams each hit the porcelain basin.
My knees got weaker and weaker as I drained more and more. It didn't seem possible for my nipples to feel sore from the pinching and pulling - they were only lightning rods for more and more arousal. For a moment my erotically overwhelmed mind wanted nothing more than another hand to dive into my drooling slit. I briefly considered moving one hand between my thighs but feared leaving one breast unequally attended. I hoped I'd have time to get myself off and clear my head as soon as each tit felt like it was-
"Shift's about to start!" came a gentle knock on the bathroom door.
"Crap crap!" I hissed. Neither breast was much better than half empty, but they felt much softer and despite being extremely horny it didn't feel like I was getting hornier. I dropped and washed my hands, my nipples still hard but hanging slightly lower. I pulled the dress back down, and as I wet a paper towel to wipe up my first to "missed shots"
My breasts didn't push against the fabric quite as tightly now. They moved more freely, less bouncing and more sloshing. This caused my nipples to drag around under the dress a little more, which was arousing but not as bad as the feeling of my milk nearly being at the bursting point.
With the bathroom cleaned up I fixed some displaced hair, smoothed out the dress, and got to work.
Waitressing this day was a mixed bag. I could feel my cheeks blush deeper and deeper as more and more eyes turned to me breasts instead of my eyes. I'd always thought I'd proudly boast a bigger bust, but now that I had it I was more aware of how much the rest of me didn't seem to matter.
Yeah, I had my share of annoying customer experiences. But it was different this time. I could sense jealousy and irritation in some dining guests as their partners gawked at me - their frustration taken out on me in order changes and low tips instead of addressing it with the person who was eye-stripping me.
The other type of issue came from the customers who were happy to see that two waitresses at the diner were living up to the "DD" of Dani's Diner. I found myself falling behind on some things as I kept getting called over to tables to address some sort of minor request - refilling a mostly filled soda, getting a new napkin to replace a dropped one, having to make up how fresh the lettuce was - which was only posed so that I would bring over my boobs and pose.
Not that I was trying to pose, but I was finding my body falling into some of the same boob-centric stances that Maisie held. I was starting to learn that perhaps these were more necessary for her than I'd thought. Even though I didn't seem to need or want a bra, that didn't mean I didn't feel the weight of my bloated chest. Wasn't aware every moment of the sloshing momentum any small turn or shift caused. Sometimes bending to put food on the table wasn't because I wanted to dip my deep cleavage into view but because gravity was eager to pull me down.
And that increase in mass was certainly equaling an increase in tips.
Speaking of tips, throughout the day I could feel my nips hardening as my boobs refilled with milk. Those little micro-delays to my serving were adding up and despite breaks and a lunch I'd barely been able to escape into the bathroom long enough to properly hold back the refreshing stock of heavy white.
And I certainly hadn't gotten the chance to get myself off. I'd never been hornier. God, I was shocked I was leaving a trail of juices around the restaurant. Every time I managed to slip into the bathroom I hoped I could slip a hand into my slit, but I knew if I wasn't certain I could pop that growing bubble of bliss I'd leave myself worse off.
I'd never before thought about grabbing a random sexy customer and begging them to go down on me in the bathroom, but for a little while I considered it.
Which left my brain in a bit of a fog. I did get a few orders wrong. Simple things, too. I was angry at myself for letting my wet pussy impact my job performance.
But as the night wrapped up it was clear more customers were much happier with my performance than weren't, as I added up the best total tip I'd ever gotten before.
Not as much as Maisie's, I was able to note, but then again she had more practice at this than I did.
As the night finally came to a close I only had one customer left. A woman seated at a corner booth.
I moved across the diner in my horny fog to offer her the bill, and as I set it down I suddenly recognized who I'd been serving.
"So, what do you think of my tip?"
Episode 7: Opening Up
"Reduxia!" I gasped, and the incredible woman smiled. I felt the urge to be demure to this sexual powerhouse added to my horny head.
"Hello again, my sweet, how do you like my tip?"
"Yes, you did this..." I murmured, hefting my breasts.
"A pittance to me, but everything to you I hope," she replied.
"I...I mean...they're a bit much..." I tried to explain.
"Ah, dear, but that was the tip I left for you! Tell me, were it any other tip, would you give it back?" she asked, the tip of her tail brushing against my side glitching into view for a moment before vanishing again. "Have you ever turned down a tip?"
"Nnn...no," I replied, honestly.
"Then you mustn't refuse this one!" she exclaimed, "But I see no reason why I couldn't offer you another."
"Another...?"
"Yes, this has the possibility of amusing me but I feel we've a ways to go," Reduxia's grin felt more predatorial to me for a moment, but she pulled it back into a kind smile, "Go on, make another request of me. What can I do to help with your situation?"
Once more I felt my mind clear so that I was no longer influenced by whatever it was that made me enamored by this woman. But that didn't mean the arousal had cleared. It'd been some time since I'd been able to relieve the pressure in my tits and it was like my boobs were ringing a randy doorbell to my loins.
"I...well, if I am to keep filling with milk I'd like to be able to express it easier. I get so little out with each squeeze right now..." I stammered, "...and I' afraid someone's going to get upset with me."
"I see, I see, so making your milking easier and more acceptable would help?" Reduxia asked.
"Yeah, yeah, and..." my mind turned to the feeling of Trini's hands on my nipples. God, I wanted to feel more of her on me. But I also remembered how concerned and borderline upset she'd been about my sudden growth. More than anything I didn't want to push her away as I dealt with my situation. "I just want to make sure my roommate is completely comfortable with what's happening, with my milking and, uh, boobs, I guess."
"Managing the domestic situation, making sure all breasts are free to be themselves, smart..." Reduxia nodded. "Very well, consider it done! See you tomorrow!"
With a wink Reduxia stood up, her bill somehow paid. Once again my memories clipped out the conversation with the empowered entity, and by the time she'd left the diner I...I didn't...well, there was a table that needed bussing.
Dina wasn't one to keep the diner open longer than it needed to be, so I was unable to milk myself again before leaving. Step-by-step down the street my body felt constantly on the edge of an orgasm. I was grateful that somehow I hadn't completely embarrassed myself by cumming at the diner, but it felt like something was getting me closer and closer than I'd been before.
As I reached the entrance to my building I could feel that something was different about my nipples. There was a warm tingling that had washed over them, and the sensation of...stretching. I couldn't really see them over the curve of my tits, but I could get the sensation that more and more of their sensitive skin was dragging across the inside of the material, trapped between it and my taught titties.
As I entered my apartment I had to leaned against the closed door and take a few breaths. Once again I could hear Trini in the shower, but it had shut off as I closed the door. I was trying to take deep breaths to calm myself, but all that did was pinch my altered nips. Before I could step across to my bedroom Trini came out of the bathroom in a towel.
A towel that was only wrapped around her waist, leaving her beautiful boobs glistening from the shower.
"Hey, Callie, you okay?" Trini asked the moment she saw me heaving and prone against the wall.
"Yeah, yeah," I stammered, trying to pull my eyes away from my roommate's chest - I was as bad as my customers. But as I pulled my eyes up I saw that she was taking in my breasts as well. When I finally locked gazes with Trini she smiled. "I just need to get out of this dress..."
"Sure, let me help," Trini offered, and she put her arm under mine. As she helped me to the bedroom I couldn't keep myself from looking down at the perfect set of tits swinging back and forth so close next to me. Inside my room I lifted up my arms and Trini helped pulled the fabric up and over my head. I could feel my breasts bounce free - along with an unusual waggle to my released nipples.
As the dress pulled past my eyes I immediately looked to the mirror. I gasped as I saw my teats - truly teats now. Each nipple was as thick as my thumbs, and slightly longer. They're weight caused them to hang slightly from the curve of my boobs.
"Ooo, these are new," Trini smiled, bending down to examine my nips. There was no concern in her voice - only sincere enthusiasm. I shuddered as, without asking permission, Trini ran a fingertip across the length of my left nip, the one closest to her.
"Y...yeah," I responded, taken aback by how unconcerned she was about yet another change to me body.
Perhaps I would have gotten more concerned myself if Trini hadn't continued talking.
"Well, this is great, after that shower I was so thirsty!"
And with that my roommate sucked my fat left nipple into her lips.
Episode 8: Loosening Up
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