All the Girls, All Together

"Uh, what the hell, Jenny? This is, like, the shitty Starbucks."

"Don't worry about it, Jessie."

Jessie's entirely accurate assessment of the Bad Starbucks is not improved as she enters behind Jenny, her expression changing from confused annoyance to outright disgust when she spots you and Isabelle just inside. "Oh my god, did you follow us here? Ashley, that is so fucking lame."

You roll your eyes. "Yes, Jessie; I followed you so well that I got here before you did."

The girl gives a 'tsk', missing your sarcasm with the pure confidence of the deeply stupid . "I'm seriously not surprised."

Isabelle gives an ironic little wave to your cousin. "I'm here too, you know."

Jessie sniffs. "And I'm sure that's just thrilling for you."

Jenny imperiously flips her hair over a shoulder, shooting Jessie a spear-like dose of side eye. "Jessie, the girls aren't going to be impressed if they hear you dumping on one of your squadmates."

"The girls? Who are you-!!" Jessie cuts off with a gasp when she finally notices that the normally barren Bad Starbucks is currently filled to the brim with a dozen cheerily noisy girls, happily sucking down Frappuccinos and chattering while a typically sullen yet apparently game Riot does her best to hold down the fort. You don't want to pat yourself too hard on the back, but once you'd supplied them with matching tank tops and Daisy Dukes the Woo Girls became pretty much indistinguishable from a normal gaggle of busty, gorgeous co-eds. Though Isabelle insisted on the pink baseball caps, on the off chance anyone managed to look up from their plush cleavage and bubbly butts to spot the tiny horns. You're not particularly worried. Jessie certainly seems fooled, your cousin leaning in to Jenny for an urgent whisper. "Are they a sorority?!"

The Asian girl gives a performative shrug. "Why don't you go find out?"

Jessie seems to be having trouble containing her glee as she quickly retouches herself, fixing her hair and deftly reaching between her heavy breasts to make sure they are properly presented. Then she bounces over, giddy as you've ever seen her as she waves to Pig Tails. "Hi~! I'm Jessie!"

The goat girl continues twirling one of her long chocolate pig tails as she stares at Jessie, your cousin's ingratiating smile starting to crack before she finally speaks. "Um, do you watch Cheer?"

Jessie quickly seizes on that, clasping a hand to her chest. "I'm a cheerleader!"

Pig Tails gasps. "Omigod~!!" Immediately Jessie finds herself surrounded by a half dozen chattering girls, all wanting to know what it's like to be on a squad and whether she's dating a football player and how cartwheels work and whether pom-poms are a fun as they look. Ugh. it shouldn't annoy you to see your cousin so looking completely and utterly blissful, but fuck does it ever. Whatever, you brought her here for a reason and if she's happy doing it, that's probably easier.

You lean up against the counter as you glance sidelong at Riot. "Hey. She's here, right?"

Riot nods towards the back of the store and sure enough there's Sydney, giggling with the two blonde twins as she shares her ever growing collection of guitarist dick pics to the intensely appreciative fauns. "So something weird is about to happen, right?"

"Uh, yes. Now's probably a pretty good time for you to go on break, actually."

The gloomy girl considers that for a moment. It takes you a moment to recognize it, but she actually seems a bit bashful. Not exactly a look you ever expected from the taciturn barista. "Do you mind if I, um, watch?"

You raise your eyebrows, turning inquisitively towards Jenny and Isabelle. When they shrug, you shrug in turn to Riot. "Sure, go nuts. Try to stay out of the splash zone."

Riot quickly pulls a chair around, trying not to look too eager as Jenny clears her throat. "Okay girls! Are you ready?"

"Ready~!" the Woo Girls chorus, hitching their thumbs under their flimsy tank tops to unleash twenty four big, perfectly rounded breasts. Sydney coos in excitement as she adds her own massively overripe pair to the mix, Jessie tugging her tube top down in what is clearly as much an effort to fit in as anything else.

Isabelle sighs, reluctantly slipping out of her cardigan. "I guess we probably have to join in as well."

"Oh dang you're right, I guess there's no avoiding it!" Jenny does not do a particularly good job of hiding her excitement as she unbuttons her shirt as well, her large breasts practically bursting through her blouse in anticipation. Has she upped herself by another cup size? Ugh, that sneaky bitch. She's as big as her mother now, which means she's starting to come within spitting distance of your own stupendous rack. This is coming dangerously close to going all The Craft on your ass.

Well, you can deal with Jenny and her Judas Tits later, you reason as you lift your breezy workout tee over your objectively better rack. You give the girls a consoling pat, then catch Isabelle's eyes. "Ready?"

The girl nods, unclasping her floral-laced bra. "Ready." With that, the three of you unleash your own womanly gifts, Isabelle's pert little boobies contrasting with your overwhelming abundance and Jenny's fulsome breasts merrily taking up the distance between them.

Jessie looks around at the room full of topless girls, a somewhat vacuous smile on her face. She does her best to figure out the situation, utterly missing the thrum of energy building up from every corner of the Bad Starbucks. "So, is this like an initiation thing, or what's theeeeeee~!" Her question cuts off into a squeal of pleasure as words of power erupt from you and your friends' mouths, every breast in the room not belonging to Riot spewing a torrent of milk into the air. For her part, the normally sombre girl seems to be enraptured, mouth agape as she works both hands deeper and deeper into her increasingly drenched pants.

Not that you're paying attention. Fuuuck have you missed this. You run either hand down the sides of your mammoth chest, trying to coax more and more of the rainbow-sparkling milk out of your eagerly gushing nipples. You seriously want to just say fuck it and do this forever, just hook yourself up to some suction cups and moo until someone comes along to stuff you full of cock. Become some huge-boobed rutting broodcow. You want to, but you aren't going to. It's a dynamic within yourself you've become increasingly aware of and comfortable with: walking straight up to the brink of intense, enveloping temptation only to stick out your tongue and march right back to continue avoiding empty calories and not fucking everything that moves. Not that you don't deserve a Treat Day every now and then, you allow as another splurt throbs out of you and you shudder in yet another orgasm. Besides, if you gave in to this, you'd just be proving the Mysterious Voice right. And for real, fuck that broad.

By now the combined efforts of nearly twenty girls should have flooded the Bad Starbucks with mystic cream. But instead of simply gathering together in the usual swirling glob, the streams of milk seem to be collapsing in on their point of contact, a brilliant multi-colored aurora of light spiraling around the focal point of the milkgasm. The Bad Starbucks erupts in a corona of rainbow as you all scream out in climax, a final surge of milk spurting from your overworked nipples as the power you've created dazzles you insensate.

Eventually you regain vision, though you still feel compelled to rub a forearm across your eyes as you dazedly tug your sports bra back down. The Woo Girls as well as Jessie and Sydney seem completely out of it, blearily caressing their swollen breasts as they mumble and groan suspiciously bovine noises of contentment. Isabelle throws back her sweat-soaked hair with a grumble, too tired to bother with more that just covering herself with her cardigan. "Jesus that is exhausting. Did that do it?"

Jenny raises her eyebrows as she runs her hands down the slope of her enchanted breasts, still reveling in her own size. "If not we could always do it again. I don't mind."

Isabelle swats at Jenny as you chuckle, drowsily shaking your head. "No, check it out." You point a finger to the crystal vial that is daintily descending from what had been the nexus of your lactic magic. You hold out a hand, only to roll your eyes when it cheekily plops itself into your overflowing cleavage. "Should have expected that."

You pluck the vial from between your breasts, holding it up for the three of you to inspect. It's tiny compared to what you'd individually produced in the past, a few ounces at most. But while the induction milk had merely shimmered with magical hues, the liquid in this bottle pulses in powerful, primal color. It's like having a Sexual Nuke in the palm of your hand. Isabelle hums thoughtfully. "Is it going to be enough, though."

"Maybe, but maybe not. Jenny?"

The girl flips her hair in a one hundred percent classic Jenny Park move. "Oh, don't worry. I've got this handled."