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Last call at The Dairy Bar

Last call at The Dairy Bar

Nov 06, 2024
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Warning: Dubious consent themes. Do not read if offended by hardcore erotica.

My buddy Joe and I were out drinking on a Friday night. It was getting late, near closing time for most bars, when Joe pointed across the road. He was pointing at a sign that said ‘The Dairy Bar’ in huge white letters.

“The Dairy Bar?” I said to him. “What the hell kind of name is that? Are we out to drink milk or drink fucking beer?”

“They serve milk alright”, said Joe, “but this is a very special kind of milk.”

Hmm. I was intrigued by the way he said special. Fuck it, I thought, I would try it out and see exactly what was so special about The Dairy Bar.

Just as we entered a man walked by us with white liquid dripping down his chin. He had a look on his face which suggested that he had just won the lottery.

“Nectar of the gods guys”, he said. He then licked his lips. “Drink heartily, there ain’t another bar like it in town.”

When I looked around it seemed like a regular bar, and I was somewhat disappointed. The hour was late so there were only a few customers left, and there were a few blonde serving girls on their way to serve them. I noticed both girls had exceptionally large breasts, to go with rather large bumps in their bellies. When I looked over to the barmaid behind the bar, who unusually was wearing a robe of sorts, I could see her tits and stomach was enormous as well. Strange how most of the women working here had ended up pregnant at the same time. Just one of those things I guess.

“This place doesn’t look so special to me.” I said.

“Just you hold on a second”, Joe replied.

“Last orders!” Shouted the barmaid at the top of her voice. She then came out from behind the bar, which I thought was a little weird because the drink was behind it. She then untied that gown, and let it fall to the sides.

“Holy shit! What the hell?” I exclaimed.

I just stood and gawped. I was looking at the naked body of a pregnant women. Her veiny tits were flesh mountains with swollen pink summits, each spilling white drops. Those drops fell down onto a stomach that was so huge I wondered if she was going to give birth to triplets.

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