Past the lips and straight to the hips...

Sitting on the stool with Thrud and Sif flanking her at either side, Freya looked down at the golden, frothy drink in her hand and shrugged, looking up to the nervous bar tender who eyed the two giantesses and back at her as if he dreaded something she was not privy to. Seeing no harm in drinking what the mother and daughter had been sampling, she tipped the pint up and took her first sip. A warmth passed her lips as she tasted the golden flavour of her mead, the result making her coo as she continued to drink, trying to get more of it as she tipped her drink back more and more. The crowd that had surrounded Sif and Thrud had gathered back around and were chanting Freya's name as she finally tipped the drink back until it was empty and slammed her mug down onto the table with a whistle.

"By the GODS that a drink of FIRE right there!"

"Want another sister?" Smirked Sif, shimmying her shoulders playfully as she sat with her fingers combed together like some scheming manipulator.

"Yes! Barkeep, another!" Freya declared, getting cheers from the crowd as the bartender refilled her drink and eyed the two other women who smiled back to each other, their plan coming together.

Nudging the refill back to the woman, the barkeep kept an anxious eye on the woman as she tilted her drink back and began to guzzle it down. About halfway through her drink, her tunic began to look more and more taut over her body, especially around the chest where her cleavage began to be more and more visible the more she drank.

*

2 hours later...

cheers continued to echo throughout the mead hall as the crowd built, cheering on the three women as they had made a game of who could drink the most that night. In truth it was never a competition, Sif and Thrud had been holding back just enough to have their friend catch up to them as they sipped from their drinks, while Freya practically drowned in their taste in liquid amber.

Freya had her 20th drink in her hand, tilting the mug back as her seat groaned and creaked under her growing mass. Her hips had done nothing but grow out and wide, her thighs spilling out of the small space as her pants became skin tight... An hour ago, now they hung off her stout legs in tattered rags, but the woman barely noticed. A slight softness had developed in her middle, the only growth completely overlooked as it was in the shadow of her now massive bust that stood proudly from her chest like a pair of ripe melons barely being held back by the scrap of cloth that remained as a top. Her chest armor had snapped off when she unclasped the buckled and let it fall to her feet for her to breath, now that she had the room. More and more she drank as her clothes groaned in protest to her swelling figure until she slammed her mug down on the bar table and gave off an unlady-like belch that had Sif and Thrud cheer and applaud the woman.

"Another! ANOTHER! Freya called out, gesturing with her hand for another drink.

"I-I am sorry M'lady." The man stuttered as he found her drunken eye on him and her jubilant smile turned to a pouting frown. "You've a-all drank our entire stock tonight of 'Sif's Delight' I'm afraid. We s-should have more tomorrow."

"No more?!" Sitting up to get to her feet and nearly losing her footing doing so, Freya leaned forward until her chest landed heavily on the bar table and reached out to the man's scruff of his shirt to pull him close to see her eye to eye. "You better make it up to 'hik' to me you little man... You... Handsome little man."

Looking over the woman's shoulder to Sif and Thrud, the mother and daughter leered and giggled at the sight as Freya pulled him in for a kiss that left him bug-eyed in shock.

"I want another drink! And if I can't get it from the tap..." Hauling him off his feet and pulling him up to be hugged in her arms, he found his face buried in her ample tits where he muffled out a cry of protest. "I'll drink from another tap."

Stepping away from the bar with her prize in hand, the man struggled to get free as the almost half-naked giantess stood to her full height, showing she had grown over a foot and a half taller when she started drinking, and made her way for the door. Trading looks, Sif and Thrud followed them out, where the rest of the mead hall watched in silence and prayed their barkeep survived the night.