Breastmilk Bar

The lockdown measures were finally getting loosened after Bay Cove's city council had had to admit that with heteromorphs, living latex beings of different shapes and sizes and even some mythological-seeming individuals roaming the street, the fight against the epidemic was lost. It didn't mean the National guard was lifting their lockdown, virtually all streets into Bay Cove still barred as Congress discussed the course of action. Inside the city, meanwhile, enterprising individuals were beginning to use the new qualities of the population for the most American of pastimes - capitalistic endeavours.

One of these was the Breastmilk Bar. What the name lacked in originality, the concept of the place did not.

"Trust me, man! We don't even need fake IDs, because the Breastmilk Bar doesn't serve ****! Just, well, breastmilk." Jared slapped his friend Eli on the arm heartily. "Come on, we gotta go! Don told me, you get to look at the biggest tits you've ever seen and they make great virgin drinks, even without milk. You gonna tell me you're not into that? You gay or something?"

"One, none of your business, and two, even if I was, so what?" Eli rubbed his arm where Jared had slapped him. Even on his dark skin, the bruise would shine tomorrow. "Any other reason to go besides ogling tits? 'cause Don definitely has some booze if we want great drinks. I'd rather get at least a little wasted if I go out drinking."

"Oh, c'mon, maan! I didn't get any action since lockdown! I just wanna go titty watching with my best bud, maybe find a girl to get with!" Running his hands through his well-kept dreadlocks, Jared hooked his free thumb into his belt. "And if you're worried about catching that shit that's going around - lockdown's been lifted for half a week, and we went out to lunch every day. Don'tcha think we'd have caught it by now, whatever this is? We're immune for sure, man!"

"Uh-huh..." Eli wasn't quite so sure. Neither of them had read much of the info material the city had released, but indeed - while they had seen quite a few heteromorphs, both of them were unchanged. But would they stay that way when they went to a bar that was explicitly filled with heteromorphs... and sold their body fluids. "So... You not budging?"

"No way, man. I swear, I'm gonna go alone if I have to. But think about it, man: Capital T Tits! Boobs! Hooters! Gazongas! Funba--"

"Alright, alright! Let's just fucking go before you run out of synonyms for boobs."

As it turned out, Eli and Jared indeed didn't need IDs to get into the Breastmilk Bar. They did, however, need to fill out and sign a form that said that they had already been exposed to the epidemic and/or were fully aware of the possible rami--

"C'mon, man, just sign that shit, it's fucking fine!" Jared elbowed his friend in the side, waving his finished form and interrupting Eli from reading through his. No way Jared had been able to read the whole thing. "Let's fucking go!"

"I take it you have been affected, then?" The bouncer asked, clearly on roids or one of the many other body enhancing things making the rounds in the city.

"Sure have, my good man!" Grabbing his crotch, Jared gave the man a cocky grin. "Big ole horse cock in my pants! My man Eli here just got fat nuts, but tough titties, eh?"

"Hah. Never heard that one before," the bouncer deadpanned, before holding out his hands for the guys' forms. "You done, then?"

Eli rolled his eyes and signed the form. What was the worst that could happen? Maybe they really were immune.

They also were not the only ones in the Breastmilk Bar that at least looked unchanged. There were, of course, the usual impossibly beautiful women with and without conspicuous bulges were one wouldn't expect any, those with additional curves or limbs and even one with a second head, cleavage and sometimes almost the entire breast on full display, but there were a few people that seemed entirely baseline humans. Of course, it was possible that their changes were simply hidden, or that they had started out with different looks than they had now... or, as Jared had said, maybe there really were people that were immune. Hopefully Eli and his friend were among them.

Because the eponymous breasts that gave the bar its name belonged to women that were 100% and extensively changed. Heteromorphs through and through. Behind the bar, elevated above the head of the bartender, a row of recliners made from polished metal pipes and black leather were attached to the wall, but the women supplying the bar weren't resting on their backs. No, each and every one of them was lying on their fronts, lounging lazily as their breasts hung through the holes at the front of their torsos. The truly massive funbags - Jared had been right after all, even among the heteromorphs in the bar, the ones behind the bar were by far the largest - were themselves resting on soft black leather cushions attached to the loungers, their enormous teats slowly dripping milk whenever the bartender wasn't actively milking them to make a drink.

"See, what'd I tell you?" Jared's smug grin was something Eli had seen quite often. His friend had an annoying habit to turn out to be right. "Are those the biggest fucking tits you've ever seen or what?!"

"Yeah, yeah. You were right. Let's just hope we don't--"

"Welcome to Breastmilk Bar!" A waitress in a pretty standard waitress uniform - black skirt and shirt, light grey apron - had approached the two friends. What wasn't standard where her two additional arms and her third tit, sitting between the other two. "I'm Mary. Follow me, I have a booth ready for you."

Mary's ass was pretty good, too, Eli had to admit as Jared elbowed him and nodded towards the swaying butt while they followed the waitress. They were sat at the booth, given a short welcome spiel and some menus before Mary went to wait on other tables, but neither Eli nor Jared had any eyes for whatever was on there. First, they had to check out how things worked in the Breastmilk Bar.

"Holy fuck..." Jared breathed across from Eli, and Eli had to agree with him. Things were impressive. Particularly the things on display behind the bar.

Giant, jiggly orbs swollen with milk hung heavy from their owners' chests, and even through the soft music playing from hidden speakers, Eli could hear soft moans and mewls whenever the bartender began to get the ingredients for a drink. His fingers, wrapped in soft leather gloves, gently tugged a thick teat here or a brace of nipples there, catching hot, fresh cream in glasses before adding spices or powders or other ingredients and then serving the drinks to either people at the bar or handing them to a waitress to have them carried to a table.

Despite the naked, impossibly curvaceous women, the atmosphere was rather pleasant and almost family-friendly, were it not for the wall of titties. Eli was slowly getting used to the perverted parts of the establishment, only to notice that some of the women behind the bar were even less conventional than it appeared at first sight when someone ordered a specialty drink. A loud moan rose from one of the women to the left, drowning out even the music - because the bartender had begun stroking the fattest, girthiest dick Eli had ever seen. Things were just a lot bigger in Bay Cove...

"Fuck, man, you see this?" Now it was on Eli to hit his friend's upper arm, motioning to where the bartender methodically gave the woman a handjob, catching her pre in a martini glass. "Where the fuck did you take me here?"

"Relax, man. Don't like it, don't drink it," Jared shrugged, tearing his eyes away from a four-breasted woman that snored snoftly as milk leaked from her udders to study the menu. "All ingredients are listed here, so if you don't want anything with jizz in it, don't order it."

"Uh-huh...." Eli kept staring at the woman receiving the handy, how her nuts twitched and clenched, how her body convulsed, how her shaft strained, how her tits jiggled as the bartender milked her shaft for pre. Why couldn't he look away? "Shit..."

The bartender didn't jerk her to completion, though, leaving the shuddering and groaning woman behind once the glass was full, her swollen glans still leaking strands of clear pre as her member throbbed and bounced with her heartbeat. Swallowing hard, Eli finally turned his attention to the menu.