Tiny girls are fun to watch. This one in particular had my attention for a few weeks now. Mae was a solid four foot eight maybe ninety pounds and just small in general. Her ass could literally fit in one of my hands and her tits were pretty much non existent.
I couldn't wait to change it. Slowly over time, at least that's the plan. One good thing about being a barista is that I get see miss Mae every single day. She comes in at exactly the same time, and orders the exact same drink every single time. A carmel mocha with an extra shot. Today she got a little extra in her extra shot.
Men in my family are blessed with a gift. Anyone who tastes our cum tends to grow in any way we want them to. And the best part is, it's addicting. So much so that she has memorized my schedule and she won't take a drink I don't make. It's great. She's been taking my drink for the last two weeks without knowing it.
Today was the day. The day she found her feelings for me. I used a double load in her drink today. The cup tipped up to her lips and she smiled. One drink, then another. With each sip her shirt stretched a little tighter. The white body suit she clearly wore to the gym was lifting, pulling the fabric as tits that were hardly there a moment ago grew.
She must have been happy in her thoughts about me. It was the only explanation for how steadily her breasts were growing. It surprised me that no one else noticed. Not one glance from around the room as she grew from less than a size A with no bra to a C cup in under five minutes. The changes in her body were clearly obvious to her. There was no way she could have missed the growth or the top button of her top bursting open.
She got up to leave, her ass having grown only a fraction as much as I planned. I could live with it. For now. As she made her way to the door she swung by the pick up station to leave me her number written on a napkin. "Please call me ~Mae"
I waited three days to call her. In each of those days she came back, gleefully drinking her coffee. Growing was a lot of work. Hard to make permanent without a constant supply of my special coffee. Still each day she came in slightly bigger than she started the day before.
When I made my move, she had grown from almost nothing to a larger B cup. It wasn't as much as I wanted but I could change that soon enough.
As she finished the last drop of her coffee I walked up behind her. Without a word I traced the neck of the her loose fitting crop top. My touch on her skin mixed with the load in her coffee was like a jolt to her growth. The shirt that hung loose ballooned as the shiver of want filled her body.
Her hand snapped out grabbing me by the wrist. The shaking of her body caught me off guard. Had I gone too far? Given her too much?
"Please?" Her voice was small like the most of her body used to be. "Please, take me?"
