orangeorc: Lena watched friend Jenny lift her drink, toast with it, and tilt it back. As Jenny
orangeorc: Lena watched friend Jenny lift her drink, toast with it, and tilt it back. As Jenny drained he glass, her shirt tightened, becoming slightly more transparent. Her bust widened, and her cleavage deepened. “Ahhh!” sighed Jenny, putting the empty glass with the others. “Bra’s getting tight… they’re so much bigger now!” She pressed herself together, causing a cavern of cleavage to form. A waiter arrived, with a bottle of wine on a platter. “From the gentlemen at table 4,” said the waiter. Jenny turned to wave in that general direction. “Thank you!” she said, sweetly. Then she put the bottle to her lips and took a taste. “Mmm!” she said. Lena was hypnotized by her friends breasts. “So, the more you drink… the bigger they get…” said Lena. “Isn’t it perfect?” said Jenny. “The bigger they get, the more drinks guys send over… the more drinks guys send over, the bigger I’ll get!” “How… why…” “Found a genie. Made a wish. I think I nailed it,” said Jenny. “Aren’t you worried about alcohol poisoning?” “Immune. Second wish. Third wish was to be able to live on booze alone!” Jenny lifted the bottle of wine back, draining in long, deep glugs. Every time she swallowed, her breasts bulged visibly larger. Her shirt was stretched so thin it was nearly transparent. Jenny slammed the empty wine bottle on the table and belched so loudly half the bar turned to look at her. Jenny covered her mouth and smirked. Her bra snapped. “Oopsie…” she said the Lena in a stage whisper. “I drank so much booze my tits outgrew my bra and broke it! I better not drink any more, or else my tits might grow big enough to rip my shirt open!” Across the bar, a dozen or so arms shot in the air to order Jenny more drinks, including Lena’s. Bottles of beer, wine, and liquor were delivered to her table. The waiter didn’t bother mentioning which table sent what. Lena watched, on the edge of her seat, as Jenny drained bottle after bottle. Her tits kept getting bigger and bigger after every bottle. Her shirt stretched tighter and tighter, until the individual threads could be seen pulling apart. Her breasts were as big as volleyballs, so huge they were resting on the table, when Jenny finished a bottle of whiskey and shirt tore itself off in sudden rip. “Oh, no!” said Jenny, grinning in mock embarrassment. She scooched down the side of the booth and stood up, wobbly on account of being drunk and extremely top heavy. “I’m so big I- whoa!” as she stood up, her heel snapped under her and she staggered. She grabbed the side of the booth for balance as her second heel snapped, and she kicked off her her broken shoes as she balanced. “Why… am I… so… heavy?” she said, trying to see her feet, but her giant breasts were in the way. She eventually looked up and glanced around the rest of the bar. “Why is everyone so short?” she said, slurring only slightly. “Jenny…” said Lena slowly. “You look like you’re six feet tall!” “Wha…?” “I don’t think it’s just your tits getting bigger!” Jenny thought for a second. “Huh?” “Jenny, your whole body is getting bigger. Not just your tits!” “Oh!” said Jenny, finally understanding. “I thought my skirt felt shorter and tighter…” she grabbed her skirt, which was riding all the way up to her crotch now. After fingering the fringe for a second, she grabbed her own ass. “Oh! That’s bigger too!” she giggled. “I’m bigger! This is awesome!” Lena stood up, and gently held Jenny’s arm. “Jenny… are you ready to home?” said Lena. “Fuck no!” said Jenny, pushing Lena aside. “I wanna drink more!” Cheers from across the bar. “I wanna get bigger!” Thunderous applause. She pushed a random man out of his seat and sat down in it. “What are you bitches waiting for? Mama’s thirsty!” Everyone rushed the bar, ordering whole bottles of anything and everything. The bartender accepted the wads of cash being thrown at him, passing out full bottles without checking who had paid for it or even if it had been paid for. Jenny closed her eyes and titled her had back, mouth wide open. Within seconds two bottles of liquor were being poured into her mouth. A little bit spilled, which Jenny proceeded to rub into her chest, but there was clearly a desire to make sure nearly all of it of it went right into Jenny’s mouth. There was a tearing noise. Jenny’s skirt had ripped off, and her ass and hips were so wide she bulging over both sides of the chair. A funnel was found, and one end place in Jenny’s mouth. Four or five bottles at a time were poured in. Jenny’s arms wrapped around her chest, trying to hold in the weight, but her flesh kept ballooning and expanding over and around her arms. She grew as big as basketballs, beach balls, bigger than beach balls. The chair got smaller and smaller under her widening ass, creaking under her increasing weight. The woman holding the funnel had to keep raising it up higher as Jenny grew taller and taller with each long drink. The chair broke under her, and the whole bar shook when Jenny’s giant butt slammed into the floor. Jenny laughed as booze spilled over her for a second, then re-positioned and kept on drinking. Sitting down, she was nearly as tall as Lena was standing up, and her tits were as big ass bean bag chairs. She grew taller and taller, and the people pouring the booze into her mouth had to stand on chairs to keep feeding her. The flow stopped, and Jenny belched loudly enough to shake the whole bar. Sitting down, she was still taller than everyone else in the bar. “Hey… why’re you guysh stopping? I want more! I wanna get bigger!” She said, looking down at all the tiny, cute people. “We’re out!” said the bartender, mournfully. “That was every bottle of beer, wine, and liquor in this place!” “Bu… I’m shtill thirsty!” said Jenny, standing up awkwardly. Everyone stared as the wobbly drunk girl stood up… and up… and up… until she rose to her full towering height of 12 feet tall, and promptly knocked her head into a light fixture. “Ouchie!” she giggled, staggering to one side. The people to her left tensed up when they realized she might actually fall over, crushing them. She regained her balance. “What about… the bar vodka? And the beer? And all the other stuff you have on tap?” said Jenny, stumbling to the bar and smashing several tables and chairs along the way. “Yeah…” said the bartender, brightening up. “We have a few more kegs on tap!” Jenny fell towards the bar, smashing part of it with her tits. She seemed unfazed, and opened her mouth. The staff immediately snaked the bar vodka and bar gin into her mouth, holding them down. Jenny’s breasts ballooned under her, and her legs stretched across the bar. When they ran out of bar liquor, Jenny rolled onto her back. They started hefting keg after keg into her mouth. Patrons who had left came back with cases of liquor and kegs they’d bought from the liquor store down the street. Jenny felt her breasts getting heavier on her chest, but then something hard and flat and wide was pushing down on them. She tried to kick her legs around, but there was barely any room, and all this tiny-ass doll furniture kept poking her. There was all this creaking and cracking and tiny screaming… Jenny knew something was happening… Hours later, Jenny woke up, groggily, covered in splinters and dust. “Oh man…” she said, holding her head. She wasn’t hung over, but she was still kind of drunk. “How much did I drink last night?” She stood up shakily from the ruins of the bar, and stood to her full height of nearly 50 feet tall. “Oh, wow… that really got out of hand…” she said, eyeing the police, firefighters, and paramedics assembled behind a blockade surround the wreckage. She sniffed suddenly. “Hey… I smell a brewery!” She stepped over the assembled emergency workers and stomped in the direction of the smell of more alcohol. -- source link