Just how I like my coffee

Thinking had become harder to do with every passing second, suddenly feeling a heavy malaise overwhelming her. Her body grew heavy, and she simply gave up thinking about what issue had been troubling her. She struggled to stay upright. Mumbling incoherently to herself about coffee.

Her bedroom door opened, and her sister Kasumi made her way over to her and gently took her hand. Nabiki was in a haze, in a state between fully awake and nearly comatose. Her brain could barely process how to speak let alone carry on a conversation anymore. All she seemed to care about was coffee. She could feel a primal sort of instinct calling to her, for coffee and nothing else.

The nice girl would take her to the coffee, so she allowed her body to be guided down the hallway and stairs. She was so nice, and smelled nice and her hands were nice and soft...mmm soft girl. Nabiki giggled internally, she felt nice. Everything was nice and simple. Nice, nice..Nnnnn ice, Nnnn ice, Nooo ice, noice, nooist...

She babbled away, as her sister set her down in a chair. The room was warm, it smelled like yummy things. But there was that smell of…. Mmmmm, Coffeeeee

Kasumi had bent over to retrieve some freshly made biscuits from the oven. Nabiki watched idly, eyes focusing in and out from time to time. The sight amused her, watching her sister's big bouncy butt. Nabiki slurred as she giggled airly, did she always have a big big big big booty? Butts looked nice, women butts, big boppity boom booms Hehehehehe...heh

“Bend it! Shaaaake it booty quake it!” Nabiki tittered. Kasumi turned, still bent over and gave her a warm smile. All the while laughing goofily, seeing the **** and uncontrolled quake and quiver to her hips that all women on the earth now possess when they bent over at the correct angle. The shake and jiggle, especially with that much flesh on display in her tight pants was mesmerizing. The only reason she even looked away was when a familiar smell wafted past her nose. Cofffffeeeeeee

The aroma was enough to jostle her brain, its smell awakening neurons that had become dulled. Kasumi, her sister, was there. She was talking too much. Coffee was in her hands, hot and steamy. She didn’t care about “some condition” Nabiki had, there was coffee to be drunk...she needed it.

“Just give” She slurred, which prompted her sister into action. Placing the warm cup into her eager palms. Nabiki smiled drunkenly. Coffeeeeeee she squealed in her mind. Kicking her feet like a ch1ld given a piece of candy. She took her first sip, and..-it was bland. Kasumi was moving her lips again.

“--If you waited, I was trying to say we’re out of heavy cream Nabiki. Do you want some artificial creamer and some sugar cubes?” Kasumi asked kindly. “I’ll just use the artificial one until you’re over your morning daze” She said aloud.

Nabiki didn't like this, she liked the nice and thick heavy cream. That powder stuff was nasty and made her coffee taste bitter. She took another sip, her mind getting clearer with each gulp of the hot liquid. Needed more sweets and cream.

Kasumi reached over and plopped down three cubes of sugar into her coffee, and watched it dissolve quickly. Kasumi stirred it for her and patted her hand letting her know she was going to add the fake creamer. Nabiki grunted her disapproval.

“No, want real cream” She said petulantly. Taking another sip out of spite, moving the cup from reach. Kasumi tried to talk to her a bit more slowly so she could understand.

“We’re out Nabiki, I use this in my coffee all the time. It will be fine for--” Nabiki cut her off with.

“Then you make it” She said with a whining tone. Scratching at the weird glowing rock on her finger. Kasumi perked up for a second, as if someone had poked her in the head and smiled at her sister warmly. She straightens up her back, puffing her chest out.

“Oh my!How silly of me of course,” Kasumi said in apology. Nabiki cocked her head in confusion. She moved over to standing beside her, loosening the straps of her apron and pulling it down her left shoulder. The frilly apron fell halfway to her waist, letting her undershirt free which was also soon followed by her blouse being pushed aside.

Soon the entire left side of her chest was exposed in the kitchen, modesty save only for a very taxed looking maternity bra. Nabiki shook her head, distracted by the display as well as the confusion she had been fighting through. Her sister's breasts were massive, that wasn't normal. She was seeing things again...her brain was so clouded.

Another sip of coffee, that's what she needed. It would clear her head. Her sister unlatched a cup on her bra, it fell away easily as it was designed to.

Nabiki had gained some sense of her mental facilities again and was agape at the sight of her older sister stripping in the middle of the kitchen. She approached, her massive single breast naked in the air. For some reason the sight of the fat stubby dark brown nub hypnotized her, did she always have thick brown nipples? Why would Nabiki know this...she prides herself on knowing everything that goes on in their little ward. Would the color of her sister's nipples and the size of her tits be part of that knowledge?

“Just tell me when..” Kasumi had now hovered over while she was lost in thought, her thumb sized teat hovering over the rim of Nabiki’s cup. She had her mouth wide open as she watched Kasumi knead her nipple softly, eliciting a slight gasp from her demure sister. “Ahhh...there we go” the steady sound of liquid being poured met her ears as she watched in awe of the thick cream being dispensed from her older sister's breast. “I know how you like it, creamy dear sister...that should do it!” she announced, shaking the white drips from her now thicker and more erect nipple into her cup. She deftly pulled the unlatched cup of her maternity bra back into place with practiced ease. And was back to soon merrily preparing the rest of the morning breakfast.

Mouth still wide in confused wonder and shock, Nabiki unconsciously took a sip of her coffee. Her eyes bulged out as she just remembered what Kasumi had done. Before she could protest, the hot creamy liquid hit her tongue and down the back of her throat.

“Kasum- Oooooooohhh….thatssss goooooood!” She moaned, her eyes fluttering as the hot mocha mixed with a thick cream and sweet sugar melted her brain and short circuited her pleasure centers. For the next two minutes, she was slurping it down like a bear caught in a honeycomb. Kasumi was busy, her blouse down again as she fiddled with something behind the counter. Nabiki was barely paying attention as she finished her cup, finally back to her full awareness from whatever was clouding her mind.

“Mmm, that's better” Kasumi sighed wistfully. She pulled up her blouse and apron, turning back to face Nabiki and held two bottles in each hand, each pint bottled and filled with thick white cream. She turned and put them into the fridge, noticing that there were rows upon rows of similar other filled bottles lining the fridge.

Nabiki’s mind crashed, what the hell was happening here!?

“Kasumi...what,...how...since when have you been lactating? And...you you...my coffee?” She babbled, pointing to her now empty cup still trying to process everything. She licked her lips, still savoring the flavor of her drink somewhat to her own shame. Kasumi turned to her sister with a look of concern, her torso now visibly wobbling and jiggling with more mass underneath than she was used to seeing from her.

“Still not quite awake yet? That's fine...it’s been what...since just after puberty if I remember. Kind doctor Tofu said it was a rare condition. A rare case of onset hyper- galactorrhea. He said it was harmless but would persist as I grew. I don't mind, it feels rather nice actually…” Kasumi giggled, blushing slightly.

“There’s so much...what..-what do you do with it all?” Nabiki wondered. Kasumi turned to the stove, finishing the rest of the breakfast before the rest of the family came in.

“Doctor Tofu takes it, it’s nice to know that my cream is being donated to a good cause. Some mothers have a lot of trouble expressing themselves, you know” Kasumi explained.

Nabiki was thrown for a loop, Tofu was a part of this?

“That pervert probably takes it all for himself” She whispered under her breath. Still kind of creeped out that their personal doctor had such an infatuation with her older sister. The ring shined dully.

Kasumi sat down for breakfast and was calling for the others to join her from the stairway.

“Will you be joining us this morning for breakfast or--” Kasumi questioned.

“I’ll take it to my room...uh, thanks Kasumi,” Nabiki muttered, not wanting to look her sister in the face at the moment. She grabbed her plate, and quickly made her way up the stairs to lock herself into her bedroom and think over what she had just seen.