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"Here's your latte ma'am." Eric said, handing a very warm paper cup to a somewhat imposing she-wolf.

She looked at the human and then the drink, taking it as she let show only the barest hint of a lip curl. Eric was used to the reaction. He was one of very few humans around, and some didn't much care for their food being prepared by these squishy, pink things that had no fur, feathers, scales, or blubber. Oddly enough, they didn't mind elves, but humans seemed to be a bridge too far for a select few.

The lupine lady sipped the drink carefully, not interested in burning her mouth. Once she had enough of the steamy liquid past her lips, she smacked softly, rolling the caffeinated dairy-based beverage around to give it a proper taste. After a moment, her eyebrows rose and she nodded, offering the human an approving nod.

"Not bad, not bad at all. Might have to come back sometime soon." she said.

"Please do! We'd be glad to have you!" Eric replied, keeping his brightest smile on as he spoke.

Usually the brew at the 'Coffee Cuties Cafe' was well above average. That alone was reason enough to come and sample the goods. Another reason was to come and stare at the staff. They had a way of catching the eye of the public, given that the owner had hired only a select group of young men. They were all of slender build and tended to be on the more attractive side. When asked about this, Cameron said it was as much for him to enjoy looking at the staff as it was for the customers. It was impossible to tell if he was joking when he gave that answer or not.

The she-wolf turned and took her leave after dropping a couple of dollars into the tip jar. Eric breathed a soft sigh of relief when he saw that. Usually, those who didn't care for humans were less apt to tip when he or a couple of the other non-animal staffers happened to be behind the counter. At least the wolf had been the only one so far that day. It had been a little on the slow side, but that was to be expected with the holidays having only just passed. And because of that, Cameron had taken the day off.

That disappointed Eric quite a bit. He had hoped to get a little 'personal time' with the elf again. But everyone deserved a little time off from time to time, especially the owner. It didn't hurt that he was sporting a larger than normal tummy. Ever since he managed to smuggle away that cute black dragon and his girlfriend, Cameron had been having a bit more difficulty than usual contending with how sore his feet got. He assured everyone he would get used to it, but until then, he opted to take it a little easier than usual. It meant there was one less tummy for Eric to appreciate.

Thankfully, several of the customers had been able to help him get his fix. One curious group consisted of a pair of feathered dinosaurs and a couple of rabbits. Three of them were quite heavily swollen, but oddly the one of the four that lacked a bulging middle happened to be one of the three ladies. The boy rex was sporting the largest tummy of the group while the two bunnies were certainly not far from his size, proportionally speaking. The lady rex--who had been kind enough to order for the whole table while they sat and rested their legs--took note of the human's interest and just smirked at him.

The story she told, though brief, was terribly fascinating. It left the young man quietly wishing he could somehow arrange to sport a belly not unlike what Ally's friends were enjoying. She had been a regular for quite a while. She came to write from time to time, and Cameron would occasionally chat with her. No doubt, the elf served as some form of inspiration. When the group's drinks were prepared and handed over, Eric confessed his envy of the gravid trio. It made him blush brightly and Ally decided to see if she could make him just a little bit redder.

"If you want, I could hook you up with my handsome little egg factory. I'll bet he wouldn't mind loading that cute butt of yours with a couple dozen rex-fresh eggs." she said.

Her attempt had been successful. Eric's cheeks turned a brilliant crimson and he averted his gaze, unable to help but grin at the notion.

"That... that... sounds... like it would be fun... but... I don't think I'm ready to be a dad!" he stammered.

Ally just shrugged and scooped up the tray of four drinks and small stack of pastries meant for her group.

"Hey, it's whatever you're comfortable with. If you'd rather not, that's fine. But if you change your mind, just lemme know." the rex lady said before returning to her table.

There the young man was left to stand and watch. He sighed quietly as he let the idea of having a tummy rounded out with eggs drift about in his head. It wasn't at all an unpleasant thought. But he didn't know if they were supposed to hatch, and he wasn't going to take a risk on an unknown like that. The other two young fellows who were staffing the shop with him that day cleaned what little there was needing cleaning after the quick burst of orders and vanished into the back to contend with some matter of stocking. No doubt it was only an excuse to fool around. Cameron had instituted a policy that made such activity perfectly acceptable, so long as it was in a specific, designated location. They didn't need the health department coming down on them for violating sanitation guidelines. So Eric was left to handle the counter all alone.

He didn't mind. They were between rushes, and there wasn't much needing doing right at that moment. It afforded him a brief respite. He spent it letting his gaze drift through the store, eyeing not just the gravid rex and bunnies, but a select few others who were sporting sizable middles. Ever since Cameron made a deal with Brice, the owner of 'Bump in the Night' next door, they had seen a marked increase in customers sporting such weight. Either they worked at the neighboring club, or others who were more than happy to patronize such an establishment. They had begun supplying the club with their wares, which had brought a crowd over. Cameron had referred to the effect as 'cross-pollination'. That little addition in their business meant the owner would likely need to hire more cute boys to fill the orders for the club while the cafe was closed in the evening.

He stood there watching over his customers, appreciating the tummies that were present while also keeping an eye out for those who might be in need of a refill. He was so engrossed with his 'patrol' that he almost didn't notice when the door opened again. When he dragged his attention over, he was struck by a sight he wondered how he could have even tried to miss. And his interest was impossible to misread.

"Hello, I'd like a large hot chocolate please." said the exceptionally gravid deer batting her eyes softly at the human.

"Y-y-y-yes ma'am! W-w-w-would you l-l-l-like whole or skim milk in that!?" Eric asked, fighting desperately to get his stammer under control.

"Someone likes what he sees, but he's worried he might get in trouble for leering," the doe said with a grin, "Don't worry, I won't slap you. Take a good long look. Just don't scald the milk. And whole will do just fine."

She even went so far as to lean towards the counter, putting her palms down on the surface so that she could squeeze her bust together between her arms. The effect that followed was that she looked almost about to spill out of her sweater. Her stomach below wasn't the largest that Eric had ever seen, but it was quite vast. It reminded him of just how big Cameron got when he dialed down the compression on his gut. The doe was significantly taller than the elf though--not even counting her antlers--which gave the impression that she wasn't all that swollen compared to the absent owner. It was a curious trick of the eye.

"Can I get a name for the order?" the young man asked as he let his gaze linger on the cervine lady's cleavage.

He felt like he might be able to fall in there and just nestle in for warmth. It looked so inviting and cozy between those two exceptional mounds.

"Ida. And you better be careful. Lean too close and I might just decide to shove your face in there. Then who would make my cocoa?" the doe asked.

"R-r-right, sorry ma'am! I'll get right on that!" Eric said, snapping to attention.

He shifted into professional mode, completing the lady's transaction before getting to work on the drink. Ordinarily, such a request was incredibly simple to fill. Most shops would just pump a couple of ounces of chocolate syrup into the cup, steam the milk, and then combine the two. But that was too pedestrian for Cameron's shop. Eric had been instrumental in creating a new method for their hot cocoa. He scooped two small orbs of chilled ganache and placed them in the bottom of a large mug. Then he scooped a small spoonful of a special powder he helped build the recipe for and dusted the slowly softening, incredibly rich chocolate. Then came the milk, steamed to perfection and added little by little as he stirred. The chocolate dissolved away as did the special powder.

Once he reached the lip of the mug with the hot milk, the young man put his artistry to good use. Usually it was reserved for lattes, but he wanted to make this one special too. An intricate, geometric pattern was 'drawn' in the foam at the top of the drink. That part had taken a fair bit of practice to master. When everything was perfect, Eric carried it out to the gravid doe. He hadn't been paying attention terribly closely while he was making her order, but he could swear she was talking to her stomach.

"I've got a large hot chocolate for Ida." he said as he approached the lady's table.

"Oh that looks fantastic, thank you!" she replied, genuinely delighted by the expert crafting that went into her drink.

"Please enjoy. Let me know if I can get you anything else." Eric said, backed away slowly, then turned to slip back around behind the counter.

The doe watched him for a moment, then looked back at her cocoa. It was picture perfect, demanding it be shared. She had once told herself she would never photograph things like this just to share on social media, but she had fairly quickly come to love the comments and interaction that came with it. And if she could tell others about a hot little spot to get something good, then it might encourage them to keep upping their game. She adjusted her transparent visor. The interface woke up and took a quick scan of what was in front of her. She traced a gesture across the surface of the table which her glasses took to mean she was entering a command. Within seconds, the sound of a click signaled that she had captured the image. It was quickly distributed in the usual places and then she scooped the mug up, bringing it close to her muzzle.

There was no point in diving in straight away. It was still just past the high end of being the right temperature to drink. So, she inhaled slowly, drawing the scent in to enjoy it. She could smell how rich and chocolaty it was. That suited her just fine. She liked it when it was decadent and bittersweet. After a moment, she delicately brought her lips to the mug and sipped ever so carefully. She had a technique to help keep from scalding her mouth, and she put it into practice straight away. When she had enough to get a proper sample, she let it linger and roll around her tongue. After a moment, her eyes widened and she gazed down at the mug.

"This has to be the best hot cocoa I've ever had." Ida said quietly.

"Yeah? Are we gonna get a taste?" came a voice from the gravid dome she sported.

"You know I wouldn't dare let either of you go without getting to enjoy what I'm tasting if I say it's that good." the doe said with a grin.

"Don't mind Foster. He's just being a bit of a brat." came a second voice from within the pregnant lady's belly.

"And Hannah's just being a spoilsport." Foster added, sounding more amused than annoyed.

"You two behave in there. I've got some serious cocoa to enjoy. Sit still for a bit and I'll let you join in on the experience." Ida said.

She took another sip, daring to make it a bit larger this time. Her efforts to protect her delicate muzzle worked a second time, though it was quickly made apparent that she shouldn't push her luck with an even larger mouthful just yet. Again, the complex flavors rolled around and tickled her senses. It wasn't just chocolate and milk, bitter and sweet. There were a couple of other notes that she was picking up on. And within moments, Foster and Hannah were picking up on them as well.

"Is that chili powder?" the hidden fairy boy asked.

"I think it is, or at least cayenne pepper. I'll need to keep going to see if it's more than just that. But I'm also picking up cinnamon." Ida said.

"There's a bit of nutmeg too. And I think there's some actual vanilla in there. Not extract, but powdered vanilla pulp. It's subtle but it's there." Hannah added.

"You're right," Ida said, marveling at what she had been given, "This is hands down the best hot chocolate ever."

"I'd say so too!" Foster added, pressing out with his feet to give the lady a soft stretch, "Good enough to grant him a little reward of some kind?"

"I think so. This kid went all out. He deserves a little something for his hard work." the doe said.

"From what you've mentioned already, he sounds like he's a fan of someone in your condition," Hannah said with a chuckle, "Think he might enjoy a tummy of his own?"

"You read my mind. But the real trick is figuring out how to put a unique little spin on it." Ida replied.

She sat there for several moments, just slowly sipping her cocoa and relishing it. As she took her time, a few additional customers entered the shop and ordered. They collected their drinks then dropped some money in the tip jar, which was already showing a small but tidy bundle of bills. Slowly, the deer's lips pulled into a grin. She ran one of her paws over her ample tummy and leaned back a little in her chair. Inside, her two passengers were already beginning to feel a soft tingle that usually came just before the lady worked some of her divine power. She was folding and kneading away at the magic, crafting it carefully and expertly into something. The shape it was taking started to look and feel familiar to the two hidden 'children'.

"Hey, you're building another one of those?" Foster asked.

"Yeah, I think I know how I want to make this work. It's pretty popular next door, so with a slight tweak, I'll bet it'll be just as popular here." Ida said.

"It's gonna be a little awkward convincing him to change into a thong just so you can make it work, don't you think?" Hannah asked.

"I'm not putting it in a thong this time. I've got a better idea." the pregnant doe said.

She sat there continuing to work her magic back and forth. She weaved and twisted it about, crafting it into a series of knots and patterns that looked like it belonged to the ancient northern tribes across the sea. It gave her plenty of time to finish her cocoa, which she did with great zeal. Her two 'kids' enjoyed it as well, having been given the chance to share in her sensory experience. When the mug was finally empty, the cervine woman climbed to her hooves and walked her way over to the counter. Eric was there, wiping down one of the work surfaces. He looked up to see the tall, round-middled woman approach.

"How was it?" he asked, trying to keep his gaze level with hers rather than dive back into her sweater.

"It was damn good. I don't know what your secret is, but that was the best hot chocolate I've ever had. And trust me, that's really saying something. I've had a lot over the years. You deserve a huge tip for that." Ida said.

She lifted her hand, producing a pair of twenty dollar bills from her pocket. Unceremoniously, she stuffed them into the tip jar and gave the glass vessel a gentle pat. With a crack, the magic she had been knitting into an intricate spell leapt from her to the container housing all the tips the shop had received so far that day. Only she had felt or heard the crack, leaving everyone else oblivious to her machinations. Eric's eyes widened as he watched her engage in such a generous act. A warm tingle raced through him seeing the bills and he suddenly felt the need to do more to please the tall woman.

"Oh my gosh! Thank you! That's so kind of you! You didn't have to put that big of a tip in the jar! I'm really glad you liked our signature hot chocolate so much! I've been working on it with the owner for months and we finally managed to get it right where we want it only a few weeks ago!" Eric said, not aware that he was beginning to ramble.

"Well whatever you put in it, keep it up. It's damn good. You can bet I'll be back." Ida said, winking to the young fellow.

"Well, before you go, let me make another one for you so you can take it with you!" the human almost shouted from his mighty insistence.

A second batch of extraordinary hot cocoa was crafted, just as lovingly as the first. A plastic lid was snapped on over the precious drink and he handed it to the doe. She took it and offered her thanks. With their dealings done, Ida turned and waddled her way out the door. As she ambled down the sidewalk, oh so slowly sipping her second drink to make it last as long as possible, she ran her free paw over her enormous tummy.

"He's gonna love what that's gonna do." she said idly.

Eric stood behind the counter as he watched her leave. His heart was racing. He had just earned a forty dollar tip just for having produced a fantastic cup of cocoa. Cameron would be extremely pleased with that, he was sure. A dreamy little smile spread across his face as he stood there, imagining seeing Ida return as a regular customer. He propped his chin up on his hands, elbows on the counter, forced to lean forward to pull off the posture. If she only came back once a week, he would be delighted. Usually people who tipped that well didn't do it only once.

The warm tingle he had felt when he saw the lady drop the two twenties into the jar returned. It made him shudder just ever so softly. Who knew being complimented and tipped so well would produce such a powerful physical response? That was what he chalked it up to in the moment, just a neurochemical response to being told he had done a great job. Then he noticed something very odd. His pants were starting to get a little tight. The waist of his trousers was digging into his sides and stomach a little. It had not been doing that before. The drawstring on his apron began to pull tight as well, and that sat higher up on his trunk.

Eric frowned softly, stood himself up, and looked down, not expecting to see anything. Maybe it had just been how he had been standing. He found out rather quickly that it wasn't. When he gazed down, he noticed his apron was being pushed outward by something underneath. When he moved to rest one of his hands on the swell, he shivered and gasped. His other hand cupped against it as well as it continued to grow oh so slowly. It was his stomach. He was expanding, blowing up like a balloon. Only, it didn't feel like he was swelling up with hot air. There was a definite weight to the bulge.

Slowly, it stretched to the point where he was uncomfortable. Eric quickly untied his apron, then slipped his hands underneath to unbutton and unzip his pants. Immediately, relief washed over him and he sighed happily. The growth hadn't stopped. It was still carrying on at a gradual pace. As soon as the other two returned from their 'inventory check', the young man excused himself to the bathroom. There he slipped his apron off and lifted his shirt. He looked like he had swallowed a small melon. As he traced his fingers across the smooth, supple skin, he shivered. The dome was firm to the touch and unbelievably sensitive. He couldn't help but rub over the motherly dome.

That was when it dawned on him. He looked pregnant! Why on earth was this happening? And how could he make it keep going? Was it going to be permanent? Was he actually going to have a baby? Questions raced through his mind as he turned from side to side, gazing at his reflection in profile. There were so many possible explanations to what was happening to him that it was little more than a guessing game to him. After a few moments of standing there admiring his stomach, which had finally stopped growing by the time he got into the bathroom, a gentle but sharp spike of pleasure raced through him. His tummy jumped in size with a jerk. It wasn't a tremendous gain, but it was enough to be noticed.

That sudden burst in growth stole Eric's breath away. He almost stumbled to the floor as he struggled to contend with what just happened. He sat himself down on the toilet and pulled his pants down, along with his underwear. With one hand on his belly and the other wrapped around his throbbing shaft, Eric began to tend to the arousal that his discovery had brought with it. He wasn't sure if he was actually pregnant or not, but he didn't care at that moment. He was in love with the new shape and wanted to satisfy his needy state. It didn't take him long. He huffed and groaned, trying to keep himself as quiet as possible in the bathroom. His fingers danced across both his pulsing length and the supple swell of his belly.

"Oh god... I don't know what's happening... but I hope it doesn't stop!" he hissed under his breath.

There was no one there to hear him. Maybe next chance he got, he could drag one of the other boys into the back with him. Or maybe one of the customers might ask for the house special. Suddenly, the mental image of being bent over and rammed from behind with his belly sagging under him entered his mind. That was the thing that finished him. Eric grit his teeth and tensed up all over. A hearty surge of sticky ooze fired from between his legs. The creamy-white paint job his belly received grew by a few gentle spurts until at last he finally settled down again.

The young man huffed and slouched on top of the toilet. His eyes were half-lidded and his chest rose and fell heavily. Whatever had brought this on, he was extremely grateful for it. When he managed to calm down enough to function again, Eric cleaned himself up, washed his hands, and tried to make his clothes fit around his gravid tummy once again. His shirt wouldn't do the job, and his pants refused to reach up along the lower curve of his abdomen. Thankfully, his apron had more than enough material to cover his tummy.

It wasn't a matter of hiding his shame. If he could, Eric would have walked out and continued his shift leaving his big, fat middle showing for all to see. He just didn't want to end up accidentally spilling hot coffee or milk all over an exposed stretch of very tender skin. That sounded like a bad time to him. He tied the string for his apron as snugly as he could without it being uncomfortable and left to return to duty. It was hard to miss that something was different about him, and that made him blush, but it also made him feel a delicious thrill run up his spine.

Eric emerged from the bathroom and returned to his duties behind the counter. His stomach got in the way a little, but it was only because he wasn't used to it being there. He didn't mind the weight that much. In fact, he found it rather enjoyable as a constant reminder of what was happening. He wasn't sure what had prompted it, but he wasn't about to complain. The lunch rush came not too long after his little discovery. Customers came and went. Orders were filled. Shots were pulled. Milk was steamed and frothed. Pastries were dished out. Tips were dropped in the jar. Cards were swiped. It was a productive day. And throughout it all, Eric's stomach continued to swell slowly outward, little by little.

On more than one occasion, the young man had to readjust his apron so it wouldn't be uncomfortable on him. By the time the lunch rush had ended, his belly had doubled in size. It gave him a look that wasn't that far from Cameron's some time ago, before Zeke mysteriously vanished. It was quite a challenge to not stand there rubbing over it, exploring the odd orb. He was still trying to determine exactly what had caused it. The other two boys had been similarly fascinated, though weren't able to show his tummy the same degree of affection he had been. They had a coffee shop to run after all.

"Do you remember when it started?" asked Quinn.

The cheetah had slipped in behind the round fellow and wrapped his arms around his waist. A very feline purr rumbled away in his throat as he rest his chin on Eric's shoulder. It was a rather lovely little embrace that made the human want to lean back into the spotted cat.

"I think it started sometime after that big deer lady left," Eric said, then changed the tone of his voice to a more playful timbre, "Maybe she's a witch and she cast a spell on me!"

"Hey, you never know. That might be it." Quinn said, slowly working his paws in small circles across the other lad's gut.

"Nah, if she was a witch, she'd have cast right there in front of me and I'd have heard her say whatever magic words might do this." the human replied.

The cheetah nodded and gave his co-worker's tummy a squeeze. Cameron always enjoyed such attention, so why wouldn't Eric now that he had a stomach that demanded it? He slipped his paws further up along the gravid shape until he was massaging the lad's chest with one of them. That was when he noticed something curious. Quinn curled his fingers and kneaded ever so gently, exploring a curve that had not been there before. Or at least a curve neither thought would be present. Eric was enjoying the new fondling, making a soft moan from time to time, so the cat saw no reason to quit. And then he felt moisture smear across his palm.

"What's this now?" Quinn asked as he pulled his paw back to examine it.

He lifted it to his nose and inhaled softly, wrinkling his brow a little. It was odd that what he smelled was there, but given the nature of their shop, it wasn't all that strange. Cameron had begun demonstrating it not long after Zeke 'mysteriously disappeared'.

"Mmm, what's what? And why'd you stop?" Eric asked.

"I think you might have splashed or spilled milk on your shirt. It's damp." Quinn replied.

"Hmm?" the human lowered his head to gaze down at his chest.

It was entirely possible he had done that, but he didn't remember it happening. There was evidence of having spilled something on his chest, though the pattern was odd. It only showed up as two dark patches. And they were growing just ever so slowly. The side where Quinn had been stroking and squeezing was slightly larger. It was difficult for Eric to determine how this had happened, but it must have been something he had simply forgotten.

"Huh, I guess I must have." the puzzled young man said.

"Wait... was your chest always that big?" the cheetah asked as he slipped out from behind and caught sight of his friend from the side.

It wasn't until that moment, when it was pointed out to him, that Eric noticed his shirt was indeed stretched further than normal. It caught him by surprise and he tentatively reached up to poke at the shape the damp garment was wrapped over. He didn't remember having enough there to push it out so far, but then his stomach wasn't the plump, round ball all three of them were enjoying when he woke up that morning. He knew well enough what sort of effects pregnancy brought about. Cameron was enjoying the early stages of it. That was probably why he was taking a personal day. But this had to be far too fast to really be what was happening.

"I... need to check something. Mark, can you cover the register for a bit?" Eric asked.

"Um, sure," replied the orange gecko who had jumped at the chance to fawn over the new tummy, "Everything okay?"

"I think so. I just need to make sure." Eric replied before disappearing through the door leading into the back.

"I'll make sure he's okay. Back in a flash." Quinn said just before following the human.

Eric made his way to the 'designated fraternizing area' and removed his apron. As soon as he was able, he lifted his shirt up and looked at himself in the mirror. His cheeks turned a bright rosy pink as he realized what had been the cause of the dampness in his shirt. There were two new swells resting comfortably atop his very pregnant-looking stomach, and they were leaking.

"What the hell is causing this?" the young man asked himself.

"I dunno, but I'm not gonna lie. That's a good look for you." Quinn said as he approached, catching sight of his co-worker's new breasts.

They weren't nearly as impressive as the deer's had been, but they appeared to still be in the process of growing. Eric jerked his shirt back down to cover his chest and blushed all the brighter. His arms remained wrapped around himself as if somehow fearful of someone else seeing his new 'assets'.

"Dude!" Eric cried in dismay.

"What? It's a compliment. The whole motherly figure thing suits you." Quinn replied.

"You were just ogling my tits!" the human spun around, feeling violated, though he wasn't sure why he felt so angry.

"Yeah, and just yesterday, you had my head between your legs while I was 'ogling' what you had there. You didn't seem to mind so much." the cheetah said as he put his paws on his hips.

That did seem to take a lot of the sting out of the conflicting emotions running through the young man. He lowered his arms and turned to look back in the mirror, keeping himself in profile to watch as his chest continued to gradually push outward. Quinn wasn't wrong. He approved of the look himself. It was just all so sudden and shocking.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry for snapping at you. It's just... I don't know what's happening to me. It's a little scary, even if it's been fun so far." Eric said.

"Then I suggest you enjoy it," the cheetah said, slipping back in behind him to hug the lad as he had been earlier, "Need any help with anything? Maybe down here?"

The feline let one of his paws drift down towards the young man's groin, making him shudder as the fingers curled around the growing bulge between his legs. Oddly, that felt like some mass had been added there as well. Cameron mentioned the unusual effect that pregnancy could have on some who were so equipped. That additional size didn't go unnoticed. Quinn worked his fingers about slowly, exploring the swell out of curiosity. It made the pregnant fellow shiver and fight to keep from letting his toes curl in his shoes.

"Dammit, Quinn. If I didn't before, I sure do now." Eric said.

"Then lose the pants. I got time to help with a quickie." the cat said with a smooth purr.

The order was followed quickly. Eric's trousers were on the ground around his ankles in no time. Quinn slipped his way around in front of him and dropped down onto his knees. A pair of rumbling lips wrapped themselves around the young man's throbbing mast. It was drooling away thanks to all the attention to the sizeable tummy above, as well as the growing bust just higher up than that. The motor-like purr in Quinn's throat helped make short work of the human. He cried out after only a few moments and the cat was given his sticky drink.

It was enough to make Eric struggle to catch his breath. With his chest heaving, he watched as the cheetah stood back up and licked his lips. Quinn leaned forward over the human's belly and planted a short but passionate kiss on him. It left Eric just slightly dizzier than the quick bit of fun downstairs. It had been a quickie indeed, not at all long enough to really relish it, but that drunken dizziness was a lovely after effect.

"Oh god... Don't think I've gone off that fast before." Eric said.

"Maybe I'm just that good," Quinn joked, "But probably you're just really enjoying your new belly. And maybe your new tits. Take a seat and rest up a minute. See you back out there."

The human nodded and did as he was told. The very comfortable love seat Cameron had picked out for the little 'fun corner' cushioned his swollen frame nicely. For a brief moment, Eric let his eyes drift shut as he worked to catch his breath. Then his hands and gaze were both back on his tummy again. The little mystery of the transformation lingered, but he was having a hard time finding any reason to make it stop. As he sat there, almost back to a condition that would allow him to work without feeling unsteady, his belly jerked and swelled right before his eyes. It forced him to gasp as his waistline jumped a full pant size. It had hit with the force of a gunshot and much to his surprise, his trousers were suddenly warm and sticky. If only Quinn had still been down there. Maybe Mark would have been happy to take his place.

These growth spurts were incredible, but they were starting to turn inconvenient. The young man grunted and climbed back to his feet, suddenly no longer concerned with resting. He waddled his way back out from the back and watched as the latest customer disappeared out the door.

"Oh hey, glad you're back. Hope everything's okay," the gecko said, "Quinn told me you were alright but you just needed to catch your breath. Are you sure you should be back out here so soon?"

"I'm fine. Might need to visit the bathroom, but I'm fine." Eric said.

"Oh, good. You missed something pretty rare. Guy ordered a regular drip coffee, then tipped like five dollars!" Mark said gleefully.

In that moment, the young human froze. Things were beginning to align. He made his way out from behind the counter and stood there in front of the register were the customers did when ordering. He looked down at the glass jar with the word 'TIPS' written on a piece of printer paper and taped to the front. It was perhaps halfway full with coins and bills. Something was connecting in his mind and he wanted to test his hypothesis.

"You said a guy just tipped five dollars. Like, he dropped a five in the jar, not added five on the receipt after using a card." Eric said.

"Yeah, dropped a five in. Why?" Mark asked.

Eric didn't answer. Instead, he slipped a hand into his pocket and retrieved his wallet. It was a nylon velcro thing that most assumed only kids used, but he couldn't bring himself to get rid of it. He just liked it too much. The sound of the little plastic hooks being forced to tear away from the nest of fibers filled the immediate area as Eric opened the folded article. He retrieved a few one dollar bills, put his wallet away, then let his hand hover over the jar.

"Let's just see what this does." he said.

One by one, he let the three bills drop into the jar. As they landed, he was claimed by a need to hold his belly. The sensation of tightness due to clothing being too small rose up from his stomach. His shirt was forced upward just a little higher. His apron's tie string dug into his sides a little more. His pants were forced downward in the front just a little farther. Eric shuddered as the miniscule growth had been enough to confirm his theory.

"Hey, you alright? You look like your water just broke or something." Quinn said teasingly.

"No... not that. I think I figured out why I'm so big." Eric said, "It's the tip jar. Anytime someone puts money in, I grow a little more."

"Is that so?" Mark asked, grinning a little as he walked around the counter to join the young man.

Before Eric could say anything, not realizing what the gecko was doing, the orange fellow plucked a few bills from his own wallet and dropped them into the jar. The human tried to stop him when it finally dawned on him, but his hand was just too slow. The dollars fell into the container with all the other tips and the effect was almost immediate. Eric's stomach surged outward in three gentle little 'bumps', one right after another. It made him jerk and clutch his belly in surprise.

If it weren't for the fact that he had just enjoyed a quick finish in the back, he would have made a sizable patch of damp, dark fabric in his trousers. He whimpered softly as he tried to catch his breath, only to have Mark step in close to help hold him up. One of the gecko's paws moved to his tummy, caressing it slowly.

"Well, maybe someone -did- cast a spell, just not entirely on you!" he said with a laugh.

It was a revelation that Eric both delighted in and quietly feared. Now that the secret was out, would people drop money in the jar just to blow him up? Sure, that meant more tips, but it suggested perhaps he might end up too big to fit behind the counter. Surely Cameron wouldn't be happy about that. Or would he make "Eric's Amazing Growing Gut" the star attraction of the shop? From the look of the customers seated around the little cafe, he just might make it part of the appeal.

"I think I'm in serious trouble." the young man said.

"Yeah you are," Quinn said with a smirk, "I'm gonna be up-selling that belly of yours for the rest of the day! I wanna see how big you'll get!"

A thrill ran up Eric's spine. Suddenly, he was curious about seeing how big he could get too. He really was in trouble.

"Heads up, boys. We've got incoming." Mark said, lifting an arm to point at a small group passing the window, headed for the door.

The rest of the day passed without either Mark or Quinn missing a chance to inform a customer about the special relationship between jar and belly. After a few added jumps in size, Eric gave up trying to stop them. The bigger he got, the more he adored the sensation that came from rubbing the great swell. After a while, even Eric himself began to inform guests of the causal link, hoping to get another little jump. It became something like a drug for him and he was always trying to get his next fix.

After a few hours, Eric was rather large, his stomach sagging low enough that he hung past his knees. It made it virtually impossible for him to fit behind the counter, not with the purpose of getting any work done at least. He couldn't reach the register or the espresso machines. He couldn't really reach anything, at least not with both hands. Then there was his chest to consider as well. His shirt was still able to keep him contained, but it was blatantly obvious his endowments weren't going to stay concealed if he got too terribly much larger. The damp patches he left in the garment from his continued leaking grew right along with them.

Towards the end of his shift, he had begun wandering the shop with a couple of stainless steel pitcher-style thermoses of coffee, walking from table to table, asking if anyone needed topping off. He could wipe down some of the tables, but not the booths. He could only tend to the ones that were free standing where he could walk around them completely. Little by little, he started finding a number of tasks he could complete while still growing with almost every passing order. On a couple of occasions, he had to drag Quinn or Mark back into the back to help him with his 'situation'. The cheetah was eager to assist. He however failed to convince the human to let him sample his creamy leakings above. The idea was tempting, but it was a bridge too far for Eric just yet. As for everything else, it was outrageously delicious.

Eventually though, it had to come to an end, and that end came in the form of needing to empty out the tip jar to count the day's take. By the time the shop closed down for the evening, the boys had earned about three times their usual take in tips. Eric and Mark of course retrieved the bills they had added in their experiment, and the rest was counted and marked down in the record keeping books. Once the jar was turned over and its contents dumped out, the spell was 'broken'. Eric's stomach shrank back away to its original, trim, flat form. His chest deflated as well, which was oddly surprising to him. It made sense that his breasts would go away too, but he had never considered the possibility. It left him feeling a little dejected, wishing he could have kept it somehow. But, maybe the act of making him swell being part of the draw would see them earn around the same amount in tips from now on.

"We've got ourselves a real cash cow with that belly of yours!" Quinn said and snickered.

The spotted cat wrapped an arm around the human and drew him in close, then gave his cheek a quick little peck.

"Yeah! Keep this up and I'll have enough to be able to buy a new phone a hell of a lot sooner!" Mark said, holding up his old, outdated model, "The battery's just about given up the ghost on this one, and I'd figured I wouldn't get to my goal for another three weeks!"

"Well I'm glad my magical swelling stomach can help you seek the materialistic evils you so desire, comrade." Eric said, putting on his best attempt at an accent associated with a distant land that once followed a more communal economic system, intending it as a joke.

It had the desired effect. Both cheetah and gecko chuckled and gave him a light faux punch in the shoulder. They divvied up the tips, pocketed their take, and left out enough to cover the others who had not been on shift at the time of closing. The trio then departed after they turned off the lights. Eric watched them go, hanging back for a moment. He had made the excuse of needing to check the bathrooms to see if they needed supplies. Quite a few people had ordered 'extra cream' after his belly came on the scene. They would likely need to order some more lubricant to keep on hand for such orders.

Once he was alone, Eric instead made straight for the tip jar. He peered at it thoughtfully while running a hand across his stomach. It was troubling to him that he was so deeply interested in what it had brought about. It was no doubt going to cause an issue with getting anything done if today was to be repeated. He needed to talk to Cameron about it.

Eric scooped up the glass vessel and looked at it more closely, still wondering exactly what it was that caused this mundane little object to suddenly become a powerful artifact. And why was it attached to him and him alone? As he turned to carry it out of the shop, he paused. After a moment's thought, he reached into his pocket and pulled a twenty from the stack he had earned in his share of the tips. He stuffed it into the jar and gasped, shivering as he slowly expanded back outward. He felt over the dome as it grew, stopping at roughly the size he had been when it initially began.

The young man was suddenly taken by a powerful urge to stuff all of his tips into the jar to make himself as big as he could muster. He didn't make it out the door before he did just that, eventually reaching a size that rivaled what he reached just before discovering the connection. His chest began to return in that same moment, making him shiver with glee. He had to talk to Cameron immediately. Thankfully, he lived just one floor up.

A knock on the door prompted the elf to groan a little as he lounged on his sofa. His stomach was monstrous, decompressed to let it stretch just as far as it would thanks to Zeke and Tabitha. They had been almost non-stop all day long, and Cameron was absolutely in love with it. He dragged his ponderous gut to the door and pressed the button to turn on the camera and screen allowing him to peer out. It worked better than a peep hole. He blinked when he saw one of his employees standing there, swollen and rubbing his thighs together.

"Eric? What are you doing here? And what have you gotten into?" the elf asked in shock.

He didn't bother to wait for an answer. He thumbed his phone to shrink his stomach, if only to be more manageable, then opened the door. There the human stood, his legs unsteady, a powerful flush in his cheeks.

"I dunno how this happened, but something funny's going on with the tip jar. Can I come in?" Eric asked.

The timid fellow was ushered in and the door was closed behind him. Cameron showed him to the couch where they both took a seat. The elf couldn't help but stare at the younger lad's tummy, and he was not at all shy about reaching out and feeling over it. Without the apron, Eric's smooth skin was fully on display. His shirt just couldn't reach far enough to conceal him.

"So, you've had an interesting day from the look of things. Why don't you tell me what's going on? Start at the beginning, and don't skimp on the details." Cameron said.

Fifteen minutes passed before the story was finished. It had been stopped only a time or two when the elf requested his employee go into further detail on something. Usually it was when Eric was being 'serviced', or when he was filling an order for 'extra cream'. Those moments seemed to entice the elf more than the rest.

When at last the whole tale had been told, Eric sat there leaning against his boss. He had been dragged in close against Cameron's side so their bellies were bumped together. An arm draped around his shoulders to keep him there. It was a rather comfortable degree of light intimacy. Clearly the whole story had gotten the shopkeeper's loins blazing.

"So that's the whole thing. I don't know exactly how it started, but when it did, it was kind of incredible." Eric said.

"I'll say. I'm going to have to put aside my day off tomorrow to come in and see what kind of turnout we get if this little jar keeps doing what it's doing. For now though, I'm curious." Cameron said.

"Curious?" the younger fellow asked, "Curious about what?"

"About how fast and how much you grow, if different sized bills make you grow larger and at different rates or if it's linear, and how easy it is for you to make a mess depending on how big you are." the elf explained, grinning broadly.

He reached out to the coffee table and collected his wallet. He usually just left it there since he rarely entertained. Eric looked from the leather bill fold, then back to his employer as his heart began to flutter. He was in a great deal of trouble indeed. Chances were good he was going to be staying the night. As far as Cameron was concerned, he felt like he had just hit the jackpot. He'd always wanted a second belly to play with, and now he had one. And he wanted to see if he could push Eric out until he was as large as he was himself when he had shut off the compression keeping Zeke and Tabitha under control.

"Um... I may need to wash my clothes before I leave." Eric said with a quiet stammer.

The night went about how the young man expected it to. He wasn't at all opposed to being lavished with affection from his boss. They tended to get rather frisky with one another while on the job regardless. However, the experience Eric was given that night was quite different from the quick little trysts in the back of the shop. They had pushed the limit of just how far he could expand. Really it was limited to how much money they both had on hand. It prompted Cameron to suggest he swing by the bank the next day and get a wide spread of bills. There did seem to be a difference in the rates of growth based on what bills were used. Since they were the most likely to be used, singles provided the most visible growth. Five one dollar bills saw more growth than a single five dollar bill.

That meant Eric was sure to see the absolute most growth possible since most who paid with cash tended to drop singles rather than fives or larger. And coins played their part as well, though they seemed to work at the same rate as singles. Cameron was terribly fascinated with it all. He suggested that perhaps they talk to Brice from the night club next door. He had employed a curiously similar system for a contest held there at the end of each month. Only instead of a tip jar, they used specialized thongs that the girls wore. Maybe there was some correlation.

The technical talk only took up a small portion of the evening. The rest of it, at least the portion both were awake to enjoy, was spent with the two of them swollen as large as they could reach, constantly teasing and tantalizing one another. It gave Cameron a reason to break out the 'sexy outfit' again and click around his apartment in heels. It also gave him reason to make use of his bondage gear on another similarly swollen boy. Had the elf known how much satisfaction he could get out of dominating another pregnant male, he would have tried to find a way to knock Zeke up weeks ago. Or at least make it look like he'd gotten him knocked up.

Eric was too enthralled by this side of his boss he'd never seen before. It was remarkable how little he actually knew about him. It also made him wonder if this greedy-gut of an elf had designs to make each and every one of his employees join the dragon and cougar already imprisoned in his womb. There were worse fates. And he had plenty of time to contemplate what it might be like while he was buried under the huge elf belly, his mouth occupied by a rather sizable length. He didn't remember Cameron being so well equipped, but he saw no reason to gripe. The fact that the elf had seen his chest begin to swell just like the human's had made him feel less awkward about it. It was a terribly liberating evening for Eric. It was also a rather sticky one. They drifted off together atop the oversized bed, both of them so big their stomachs almost didn't fit on the mattress together.

When morning came, both cleaned up, shrank back down, and headed downstairs to open the coffee shop. Eric said he preferred to get the day started while flat and 'empty'. There was still the question as to whether or not anything was actually in that belly of his when it started to grow, or if it was just a simulation or illusion. Cameron couldn't quite understand his reasoning on the matter but didn't fault him for wanting to try to get through at least a portion of the day with less of a distraction. The elf liked the distraction, personally. When they were ready to open, the shop keeper waddled his way around in front of the counter and grinned at Eric.

"You know, there's a trick some places like to use in order to inspire people to tip more. You start the day off with a little money in the jar, make it look like people have been tipping already. A few studies say it psychologically primes the customer to want to tip, because it's almost like peer pressure. The expectation is to tip, and seeing that expectation appear to have been confirmed makes people engage in it more readily." Cameron said.

"You're just saying that because you wanna see me swollen already." Eric replied.

"You're not wrong." the elf shot back.

He then dropped a sizable stack of one dollar bills into the jar. It had to be twenty of them. The young man gasped and shivered as his stomach began to swell almost immediately. It was a series of quick, sharp jerks. It made Eric feel like he had a tin of stove-top popcorn going off inside him, inflating out until all the kernels had popped. His pants dampened along the way to his full size with so many bills. His chest puffed out ever so softly, giving him just enough of a bust to be noticeable. Cameron nodded in approval as he waddled back around behind the counter with him. He stepped in close and bumped their bellies together.

Eric was pushed back a good two steps or so, not having expected all the mass the elf had behind his forward thrust. The contact between the two apron-clad tummies was quite delightful. Once he steadied himself again, Eric stepped in close, pressing his side against Cameron's. The elf wasted no time at all in slipping an arm around his employee's waist. His fingers drifted down a little further and gave the human's rump a gentle grope. It made the younger lad jump just ever so slightly.

"It's a shame you're not an elf like me. We could pretend to be brothers, then make out in front of the customers. Folks love a good case of twin-cest. Just imagine how we'd blow their minds if it were preggo-boy twin-cest. People would drop so much money in the tip jar we'd have to get a bigger one to hold the overflow." Cameron said.

"Yeah... kind of a shame. Of course, I could just go buy a pair of fake elf ears and we could pretend." Eric replied with a sheepish grin.

"Officer thinking," the elf said, grinning broadly, "I'll have a look around online, see if I can find something to add to your 'uniform'."

The coffee shop opened to the usual morning rush. People were quite taken with this new tip incentive. 'How big can you grow his tummy?' was Cameron's pitch to anyone who walked up to order. It certainly spawned a number of new tippers. Soon, Eric was pushing out almost as large as the elf. His bust grew right along with it, as did the bulge in his pants, obscured by his generous tummy. As he leaked through his shirt again, the young man began to wonder about something.

He approached the owner with the thought, assuming that it wouldn't really go anywhere for obvious reasons, like the health code. But to his surprise, Cameron liked the idea so much he insisted he try and see if it would work. There was the question of if supply could keep up with demand, but they wouldn't know unless they tried. A customer agreed to be the first test subject for their new product idea and Eric got to work. Instead of using what was on hand like they always did, the young man turned around and lifted his shirt. He held the metal pitcher up to his chest and squeezed one of the ample swells he had grown thanks to all the tipping. He shuddered and bit back a moan as he began to milk himself, pouring it straight into the pitcher.

The sensation was marvelous, making him want to do it more than just the one time. When he realized he had filled the pitcher up as far as was needed, and that he still had more milk to give, Eric realized that the supply end of things likely wasn't going to be too much of a problem. However, they didn't know just how fast he could replenish. Today would be a test in his ability to meet the demand as it came in. And from the customer's reaction to using 'fresh squeezed milk' as they liked to call it, they likely would be getting a good many more orders for it.

The tall wolf who had agreed to test the new product sat himself down at a table by the window as he sipped his boy-breast-milk latte. He read through the news on his phone and thought little more about his drink. It tasted fine, perhaps a bit richer than he was used to, but that was rather pleasant, as was the mild sweetness. As the elf and human watched though, the lupine began to drink more enthusiastically as time went on. He drank more and more until it was gone far faster than might be considered normal. He practically shot-gunned the last third of the latte. By the time he was done, he was panting, grunting and groaning ever so softly. He crossed his legs and whined a little.

Concerned, Cameron left the counter and approached the wolf's table. It wouldn't do if Eric's milk made their customer's sick, even if it had been heated enough to render it pasteurized by the steam. The two conversed briefly and quietly for a moment or two before the elf turned to look back at the young man still behind the counter. He was grinning and running one of his hands across his stomach idly.

"Eric, we've got an order for another latte like the first, and this time he wants extra cream." Cameron said.

The human blinked softly as he heard the news.

"Really? Another? Should I get started on it while you take care of the 'extra cream' part?" Eric asked.

"Nah, go ahead and get the milk in the pitcher, then come help him out with the rest. I'll handle making the latte once you've 'squeezed' your part of it. He'd like you to take care of him." Cameron explained.

Eric blushed rather powerfully. It wasn't often that customers asked for him. Yesterday had seen a noticeable uptick in that, and no doubt today would see it happen again too. Cameron's popularity was certainly not entirely because of his belly, but the belly no doubt helped get attention on him. The nervous barista prepped another pitcher of his own milk, this time using the other side just because he felt like that was the proper thing to do. He figured it was a good idea to maintain 'balance'. It had been just as pleasing as the first time, making him wonder if it was appropriate to be milking himself in view of the customers. Once he had provided the contribution of sweet cream needed for the order, he slipped out from behind the counter and approached the wolf.

The two disappeared into the bathroom while Cameron went about preparing the wolf's drink. He took his time, making sure to get it just absolutely right. He even went about drawing a little pattern in the foam, a series of concentric hearts. Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Eric found himself sitting in the wolf's lap with a not insignificantly sized lupine rod pushing up between his cheeks. They had wasted no time at all. The canine was extremely anxious. He couldn't contain his desire, and it had come on so quickly that it was a little overwhelming. The two bounced against one another vigorously. The wolf growled and groped over the young man's belly. Eric just did what he could to contribute to the moment. With how intensely eager his customer was, he wouldn't need to take long. Thankfully, there had been a ready supply of lubricant waiting under the sink for just such an occasion. Eric's anus was grateful for that.

They thrust into one another again and again, harder and faster, until the wolf finally howled. His vocalization easily bled into the rest of the cafe, bringing all eyes to fall on the door to the men's room. Suddenly, other guests were curious as to what he had ordered, and how they might perhaps get some for themselves. Eric was quickly overcome with the sense of stretching all over again, only this time it wasn't from someone adding tips to the jar. It was the wolf's doing. He was pumping a seemingly endless load of lupine seed into his bowels that it forced him to swell visibly. That alone was a terrific shock. Another shock was the fact that as soon as he finished, the grey lupine was immediately thrusting away all over again.

Ten minutes passed as at least three sessions came and went. Each one saw the young man forced to plump out further and further. His belly warmed with the veritable lake of seed he had been provided. His length spasmed hard under his growing tummy, making quite a mess. The sticky patch expanded with every firm blast the wolf gave him. When it was all finally over and done with, Eric was breathless. The wolf was spent, but he didn't seem all that tired. He was however quite satisfied.

The two cleaned each other up, able to maintain at least some degree of decorum, and emerged from the bathroom. Eric's stomach was noticeably larger. Cameron grinned upon seeing this and beckoned the two over. The human returned behind the counter while the wolf was given his second latte. A few more dollars were dropped into the tip jar and Eric leaned against the counter on the back wall as his belly grew just a bit more. He was easily bigger than Cameron now. Hopefully the elf wouldn't be jealous.

"You're gonna be very popular. I've already got three more orders for you. They all want your 'artisanal' milk. And if they all have the same kind of reaction as Mr. Huff-And-Puff-And-Blow-Your-Belly-Up over there, we might need to call in some reinforcements to handle all the 'extra cream' orders." Cameron explained.

"Three orders? Already?" Eric asked, still slightly out of breath.

He was indeed popular. By the end of the day, the number of requests for fresh milk outnumbered those asking for milk out of a carton or bottle. The tips continued to roll in as well, ensuring that Eric's belly kept growing, and his breasts did as well to help keep up with demand. Soon, he was sitting in the corner, just milking himself into a half-gallon sized pitcher every ten to fifteen minutes just to try to keep up with the orders. Cameron didn't need to call in for added assistance, thankfully. The next two boys showed up for their shifts right on time, discovering what had been going on.

The elf stayed on shift essentially all day, wanting to witness what was happening with this new phenomenon. Quinn and Mark were exceptionally interested in hearing about the day's events when they arrived, and delighted in seeing the customer reactions to their new gimmick. It was quite the show, watching the young man's belly continue to grow until it touched the floor. As everyone grew so taken with his idea to use his own milk for their drinks, there emerged a pattern. Anyone who ordered their coffee with Eric's contribution found that upon drinking it, they were overcome with an intense desire, or rather an all consuming need to make use of the shop's added little quirk.

The bathrooms were in desperate need of cleaning more regularly than normal. All four boys running the shop found themselves swollen, though no one got so large as Eric. There came a point where the jar could hold no more--utterly stuffed with bills--so the bloated fellow was given a reprieve. He had been relegated to milk production and nothing more. He couldn't get himself on his feet to waddle around and top off anyone's drinks, be it in coffee or milk. For a brief time, he had done exactly that. No one seemed to mind when he lifted his shirt, exposed one of his breasts, and began to milk himself directly into someone's cup. But that had passed into the realm of things beyond his ability by the time the lunch rush was over. All he could do was sit and leak. Soon, people were walking up, asking to have him add to their drinks. It made Eric feel a bit like a soda dispenser.

To help contend with this newly discovered upper limit, Cameron eventually emptied out the tip jar, dropping it down to roughly half its total. The other half was stored where all cash got put when needing to be counted and added to the books; in the safe in a bank bag labeled 'TO BE COUNTED'. With half of the jar empty, Eric was able to walk again, but only so much. It didn't take long before he was back to full size again. Not that he minded the immobility. Having Mark or Quinn come over to milk him in order to fill an order was a lovely, naughty, provocative experience. Not long after, the soda dispenser idea faded and it was replaced with the idea of being milked like a cow. When that occurred to him, Eric thought about buying a set of novelty cow horns to wear over his hat.

When the day finally came to an end, Cameron invited Eric back to his apartment upstairs so they could discuss what had happened that day. It also gave the elf a chance to sample the young man's milk for himself, then use the intense sex-drive on him. It was then they discovered another side effect of the human's lactation. The elf found himself not only consumed with lust, but he found he was suddenly capable of producing so much more. Even with the tip jar sitting on the coffee table and loaded perhaps only a quarter of the way up with ones, Eric found himself marvelously swollen back up once more, sloshing with warm, slippery, sticky elf spunk.

Each time Cameron drank from his human companion, he sealed his lips around one of the young man's nipples and suckled as one might nurse from their mother. It tasted marvelous, sweet and ever so slightly thicker than typical milk. It reminded him of the days back when the Milk Man would deliver cream in glass bottles. Then came the powerful drive to mount and rut. Both found that to be quite wonderful indeed. When Cameron had used up that round of hyper-sex-drive, he rested just long enough to catch his breath, then dove back in to take another drink from the leaking bust that had earned the shop so many new customers. That in turn 'powered him up' for another crazed round of rutting.

The cycle continued for hours until both were too tired to continue. They fell asleep enjoying one another's touch, dreaming of more debaucherous acts they could get into when their middles were shrunken enough to move about once more. Cameron didn't want to immediately think of Eric as his boyfriend. That might come off as unfair to the other boys. Gary hadn't even seen any of this yet, having been on an extended absence to contend with something he hadn't fully explained. No doubt he'd want to be included in whatever new fun he had missed when he returned.

For the time being, the elf decided that the adage 'friends with benefits' would suffice. Of course, that was subject to change depending on how time progressed forward. They still didn't know what had caused this wonderful, exceedingly carnal confluence of events. They weren't about to try and stop it though.

A week passed. Eric had begun to settle into his new role as the resident 'dairy cow' for the 'Coffee Cuties Cafe'. He had even managed to start finding a balance between gaining size and maintaining mobility. They would just empty out the tip jar at a certain point in the day to keep him from getting too terribly big. A few concerns had cropped up, but nothing that was life-threatening. It was a question of work-life balance. For two days straight, Eric had gone over his allotted time for his shift, just wanting to keep enjoying what was happening to him.

They ended up deciding they would just let him cover the mid-shift, over lunch, to maximize the efficacy of his newfound abilities. And when he wasn't there, they would stuff the jar with enough money to blow him up until he couldn't walk, milk him until they had enough to handle a good portion of the rest of the day's orders, then shrink him back down so he could leave. When he left, he spent a significant portion of time upstairs in Cameron's apartment. They continued to experiment and test the limits of what was happening to him, but never seemed to find a point at which Eric was uncomfortable. His only complaint was simply wanting to still be mobile.

On the last day of that week, Eric and Cameron were minding the shop. While they worked, the doe from the first day--when everything had started going crazy--happened to return. The human whispered to his boss that he had seen her before and that she had been the one that was so enamored with his special hot chocolate. The elf was rather taken with what he saw as she approached just like Eric had been on the cervine lady's last visit, smiling in a most friendly manner when she reached the counter.

"Hello, welcome to the Coffee Cuties Cafe. What can I get you?" Cameron asked.

"I was hoping your friend there could fix me another hot cocoa like he did the other day." Ida said.

"Coming right up!" Eric said, jumping immediately into action.

"We've actually got something new to add to that if you're interested. Eric here has been kind enough to supply us with a source of fresh, high quality milk if you'd prefer that in your cocoa rather than from a factory farm." Cameron said, jumping on the chance to up sell.

"Is that so? Are there any side effects to using his milk versus the factory farm stuff?" Ida asked, pretending as though she took a serious interest in the idea of it all being in the name of sustainability.

"Well, there are a couple of side effects. However, I can guarantee you that you'll enjoy yourself once you try it though." the elf said.

"I see," the deer replied with a nod, then turned to smile over at Eric, "So I take it you've been enjoying the little addition I made to your tip jar?"

The gravid lad's eyes widened and he almost dropped the pitcher he was working with.

"So it -was- you who did this after all!" he cried.

"That's right! It's kind of my thing. I was so taken with the drink you made me, and I couldn't help but notice how much you loved staring at this-" Ida said as she rubbed a paw over her own exceptionally gravid belly, "-that maybe you'd enjoy having a tummy of your own, and a couple of other additions. So how've you been liking it?"

For a few moments, Eric couldn't muster the words to respond. He stammered incoherently as he tried to order his thoughts. Then finally, he managed to blurt out his answer.

"I love it!" he practically shouted.

"Glad to hear it," Ida said with a chuckle, "I think I'll take my cocoa with the 'local sustainable option', fresh from the cutie who impressed me last time."

"Sure! No problem! I'll have it right out!" Eric said, still trying to get a handle on the volume of his voice, then paused to catch the lady before she got too far away, "Oh hey, can I ask a favor?"

Ida turned back to face him, raising an eyebrow at the swollen lad.

"The tip jar enchantment isn't enough? My, aren't you greedy." she said.

"Oh no, it's not that. I was just wondering something. See, the other boys who work here, they've been saying they're kinda jealous. I was wondering if you might be able to modify that little enchantment thingy you put on the jar so it worked on them too." Eric said.

Ida grinned broadly and nodded.

"I think I can arrange something. It shouldn't be too difficult. I use the same kind of spells all the time to make specialty thongs for the club next door. You know, 'Bump in the Night'? They're popular there. In fact, I'll bet you two could moonlight there." the deer said.

"I'm in talks with Brice about that sort of thing," Cameron said with a huge grin, "Would you mind if I sat down and had a little chat with you? I've got some ideas running around in my head I think you might find interesting."