"You're out of milk?" You inquired. Your gaze was riveted to the busty barista behind the counter. Were these the biggest pair of tits you had ever seen!? Her top was stretching noticeably under the girth and weight of her bosoms, offering up a deep delicious cleavage readily overflowed out of her tops neckline. Surely you're packing a couple gallons yourself... You thought to yourself.
It was as if she read your mind. "Read it and weep." She said flatly, gesturing towards the sign.
"It says here that there are substitutions available..." The words had only just left your lips, but the barista was now glaring at you intently. "Sir, do you want your coffee or not?"
Despite her sour demeanor, your lustful gaze noticed something... H-Her nipples! A-Are they getting hard!? Two large peaks pierced her top slowly but steadily. "Hmmm... What exactly are your milk substitutions anyway?" You tried to hide your excitement as you asked, your eyes riveted to her erect areola.
Before your mind could wander further, she answered. "Sir, please, can I just get you a coffee?" She seemed almost mournful as she said it. She was clearly dodging the question. "Surely you have a menu with your substitutions listed, do you not?" She rolled her eyes and reached under the counter for a menu. You virtually had to pry it from her grasp, "I'm warning you!" She hissed in a hushed tone, "Don't get any ideas!"
You perused your options. Oat milk, almond milk... and a Super Milk Deluxe? Your eyes met hers, it was like she could tell you had read it. "Super Milk Deluxe." You said without skipping a beat, "I'll have that." She grimaced as the words left your lips. She gritted her teeth, "Coming right up sir..."
You watched in awe as her hands reached for the bottom of her apron, pulling it upward, taking her top with it. Two buoyant round orbs bounced and wobbled as they escaped their confines, you could scarcely look away. Her nipples were nearly as big as dinner plates, her breasts were equally immense, two glorious ripe watermelons hanging heavy and low. "G-Go ahead..." She stammered. Her fury seemed to have been tamed.
You needed no further invitation. Standing behind her now, your hands lunged greedily into her massive globes of tit flesh, their soft pillowy embrace filling your loins with unbridled lust. "N-Not so rough!" She gasped, trying to contain her voice. Gasps turned to moans as your hands thoroughly groped and kneaded each enormous tit, savoring the sheer heft of each boob in your palm.
Feeling you had adequately explored each bosom, your hands slid toward eat teat slowly, grasping her fat engorged nipples firmly. "Oooooooh..." She trailed off as she moaned deeply. Rivulets of thick creamy milk sprung forth from each teat, splattering the coffee and counter below. With each tug and squeeze more and more breast milk poured across the counter, spilling onto the ground.
"S-Sir!" She squealed, "I-I think t-that's enough..." You were only just getting started.