A few minutes had passed, Wanda was still suckling on Heather’s breasts. During this time, she’d switched over to the other breast as Heather had finished refilling the glass. Strangely, her breasts still seemed to be growing, or at least filling with milk. They were growing slowly, but right now they were around the size of cantaloupes, which complimented her pretty big butt somewhat. But Wanda didn’t look entirely satisfied yet.
After about three more minutes, it was finally time for Wanda to finish up. She lifted herself off of the poor woman’s bosom, and wiped her mouth clean. She had a smirk playing on her face, “thanks. That definitely made up for whatever you did.” She said.
“I-I’m glad…” Heather said, looking around awkwardly. Her breasts had stopped growing, but were now easily larger than her own head. She held her hands over her dark nipples, “if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be heading into the back room to… uhm… clean up.” She said. Her face dripping with sweat.
“Thank you.” You said, looking at Wanda, “let’s go.” You said, looking at the exit,
“Sure.” She said, putting her bag over her shoulder. She had a smug look on her face, then leaned in close to whisper in your ear, “I was gonna grab her number…” she said,
“You can get it next time… I’m sure you’ll be back.”
“Oh totally.” She chuckled. She opened the door and walked outside… but you turned around. Looking at the door to the back of the cafe swinging back and fourth, “hmmm…. I wish Heather makes more money here with the place being… more tailored for her.” You said, smiling.
Walking outside, you caught Wanda’s gaze, “what’d you just do?”
“Just left a tip.” You smirked.
Just as you were walking away, you caught a look at the sign outside the Cafe: ‘Dairy’s Bakery & Cafe’
‘All Dairy Products Made Ethically in Cafe; Richest Milk in the Country!’
‘Only Cafe to Serve Authentic Breast Milk Latte’
Alongside other strange advertisements.
“Looks like she’s really made a name for herself.” You said,
“Oh yeah, no one goes in there for the food, it’s to get a taste of that sweet sweet breast milk… no where else does it like that.” Wanda said,
“And looks like you got the whole buffet.” You replied, looking at a pretty happy Wanda,
“You have no idea. That was the best five minutes of my life!”
“And you look pretty… bloated.” You said, looking down at Wanda’s bloated belly. It was so round, you could easily mistake for being a few months pregnant,
“Yeah…” she said, slapping her round belly, “milk doesn’t really right with me… but man is it worth it.” She smirked.
“Sounds like it.” You replied. But as you watched, you did occasionally glance at Wanda’s bloated belly. It was so bloated, that any bigger and her tank top might’ve ridden up to show it off a little… and a part of you was tempted to make that happen.
———
The two of you walked down the street, towards what you could only assume was the mall. It’d been a routine of yours to go to a Cafe, then to the mall to check out a few stores. You assumed nothing had changed since Wanda had become a woman.
“So what the hell happened back there?” Wanda asked,
“What?” You asked, looking innocent, “you mean your apology favour?”
“No.” She said, sternly, “I mean how everything seemed to play out perfectly?”
“Uhm…” you hesitated, “I don’t know what you mean. You used an apology favour and made her tits— made… uhh… you made her let you suck on her tits, right?”
“What the hell is going on, dude.” She stopped, dead in her tracks. You turned around to look at her. She looks frustrated, but you could sense somewhat intrigue,
“You’re being more direct than usual.” You said, “why?”
“You know I can’t avoid lying around you. I’m asking so you’ll do me the favour of being direct with me. What’s happening?”
Clearly her imagination was as creative as always, and you always knew Wanda as the observant type. But did you really want to give away your secret right now?