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Maedel’s POV
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Sam and I had quite a few more drinks than we had originally intended to celebrate our new business venture. I’d never thought about going into farming before but it looked like we’d soon be rolling in dosh and there was something exciting about squeezing milk out of my friends… Ahem.
The Casinos bar sells these wonderful shots called Brustmeister Bombs that Sam insisted I try. He was paying so I had more than a few. They had the peculiar effect of make me feel like I had great big enormous tits. On top of that they got me as pissed as a dwarf! That ‘elves can take their alcohol without getting drunk’ thing is another bold faced bullshit lie spread by bearded bastard dwarves! It don’t take much to get me tipsy. Topsy… tits.
I woke up the next day, still a little drunk and weighed down by two ginormous boobs. It took me a while to realize where I was. I could hear clear blue sky and see the sound of running water. Maybe I was still quite very drunk.
I was on my back on a deck chair. My boobs had grown to the size of bean bags that kept my arms pinned down.
“Saaaaamm,” I whined and looked around.
“Oh dear! Looks like someone had a bit too much fun last night!” said one of those sickly sweet sounding peacock girls in a condescending tone that I did not appreciate. I was about to say something witty back… well, something back to her when I realized she was probably my best chance of getting help at the moment.
“Where am I and why are my boobs so big?” I asked.
“You’re on the roof of Alabaster Palace Hotel Casino Bar and Brewery™. You’re boobs are big because you had a few too many brustmeisters, didn’t you, dear?” the girl smiled smugly.
“I didn’t know they’d do this!” I tried to lift my arms which just jiggled my huge boobs all over the place.
“Your friend Sam did warn you but you insisted on more.” I was told, it did start to sound familiar. “Don’t worry though. I’ll just put these faucets on your nipples and they’ll drain back down to their tiny natural size in no time.”
“I wasn’t tiny before,” I grumble and look around. I can see the palaces two huge pink domes we’d noticed on the way here. They were still spraying fountains of liquid into the air. “Do I even want to know?” I ask.
“Probably not,” the peacock girl laughs and begins screwing the strange faucet-like devices onto my boobs. My nipples are quickly sucked up inside and the faucets seemed to begin rhythmically sucking on me. I purr contentedly feeling relieved as milk and tension are drained from me. The warm milk trickles out of the faucets in a steady stream, running over my bare skin to pool in a drain below me.