Milk?

Laura uncorked the bottle without too much trouble and approached it from her nose, before shrugging her shoulders.

-It smells sweet. But I don't think it's wine.

-Wanna try ?

As a response, Laura took the bottle to her mouth and took a big gulp.

-So?

-It tastes like milk, it's quite strange. But there's something else.

Laura took another sip, then another. Her expression suddenly became less cheerful, as if she suddenly felt something was wrong.

-Hey, leave some for us," laughed Matt.

-Yes, yes," Laura whispered between two sips.

-Yes, yes," Laura whispered between sips.

She started sucking on the bottle again, swallowing this mysterious liquid over and over again. Strangely, the bottle didn't seem to get empty, as if the drink reappeared as Laura drank. Laura's gaze was now full of fear. Something was wrong.

-Laura," said Deborah, "you should put the bottle down. There's something strange about it...

-I...can't...

Laura could barely speak. Between each word, she swallowed another sip, her eyes bulging out in an expression of dread. Deborah wanted to take the bottle from her friend's hands, but her friend held it with an iron fist.

-What's going on? asked Audrey, another brunette with generous curves in an increasingly worried tone.

-I don't know. That drink is doing something something to her. Laura, you have to stop.

-I'm...trying...

-Look," Matt whispered, pointing at Laura's cleavage.

Laura had always been the busty type. Her ample breasts, as well as her revealing cleavage, had always attracted attention, and many people, including those in this room, would have given a lot to stick their faces in them. Deborah widened her eyes.

-Laura, your breasts...they're even bigger!

Laura's chest, already impressive, had indeed gained in volume, her left nipple even protruding from her plunging neckline. Laura wasn't trying to get it back in, too busy sucking the bottle as if her life depended on it, her eyes filled with horror. Two stains appeared on her cleavage at the nipples. It was milk. The white liquid was flowing from her breasts at an increasingly rapid rate. First drop by drop, until it became a continuous trickle.

And meanwhile, Laura continued to drink greedily, unable to stop. Tears ran down her cheeks. Gradually, the tears became more opaque, whiter, until Deborah realized that her friend was crying tears of milk.

-This can't be happening," Deborah said. We have to do something about it.

No sooner had she finished saying these words than Laura's top gave out, tearing all the way down, freeing Laura's massive boobs.

-Mmmm...moaned Laura, now unable to remove her lips from the neck of the bottle.

Distraught, Deborah was thinking about what she could do to help her friend, when she suddenly saw an even more radical change in her.