The bell above the door chimed softly as another customer stepped into the cozy coffee shop, the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingling with something… sweeter. Behind the counter, Mia adjusted her apron, her ample chest straining against the fabric as she leaned forward to take the order. Her nipples were already taut, a telltale sign that she was nearing her limit. Again.“One latte, please,” the customer said, oblivious to the way Mia’s cheeks flushed or how her breathing hitched as she turned to the espresso machine. Mia’s hands trembled slightly as she worked, the ache in her breasts growing more insistent with every passing second. She could feel the heat pooling between her legs, a familiar sensation that had begun driving her mad over the last few weeks. It wasn’t just the customers who came for the coffee—it was what they didn’t know they were getting. Something special. Something addictive.“Here you go,” Mia said, handing over the latte with a forced smile. The moment the customer walked away, she let out a shaky breath and glanced toward the back room. She needed relief. Now.The door swung open before she could move, and there she was—Elara, the shop’s manager. Her presence filled the room like a wave, her tall, confident frame commanding attention. But it wasn’t just her height or her striking features that made Mia’s knees weak. It was the bulge tenting her slacks, the unmistakable outline of her cock straining against the fabric. Mia’s mouth watered just looking at it.“Morning, Mia,” Elara purred, her voice dripping with honeyed warmth. She strode behind the counter, her hips swaying with every step. “You look… tight.”Mia swallowed hard, her pulse quickening. “I—I need to go to the back room,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m… too full.”Elara’s eyes gleamed with approval as she reached out, her fingers brushing against Mia’s swollen breast. “I can see that,” she murmured, her touch sending a shiver down Mia’s spine. “But why rush? Maybe I can help you here.”Mia’s breath caught as Elara’s hand slid lower, cupping her mound through her apron. Her thighs pressed together instinctively, but Elara didn’t stop. She leaned in, her lips brushing against Mia’s ear. “You’ve been such a good girl,” she whispered, her voice thick with promise. “It’s only fair I repay you.”Mia whimpered, her body betraying her as she arched into Elara’s touch. The other baristas pretended not to notice, though their flushed faces and quickened breaths told a different story. They knew what was coming—they all did.Elara’s fingers slipped beneath Mia’s apron, teasing her through the thin fabric of her underwear. Mia bit her lip to stifle a moan, her hips bucking involuntarily. “Please,” she begged, her voice trembling. “I need—”“I know what you need,” Elara interrupted, her tone firm but gentle. She straightened, her hand slipping away, and Mia almost cried out in frustration. But then Elara’s fingers went to her waistband, slowly easing down her slacks to free her cock. It sprang forward, thick and glistening with pre-cum, and Mia’s knees nearly gave out.“On your knees,” Elara commanded, and Mia didn’t hesitate. She dropped to the floor, her hands trembling as she reached for Elara’s cock. It was huge—too big to wrap her fingers around—and the sheer sight of it made her pussy throb. She leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lick the tip, savoring the salty-sweet taste of Elara’s precum.Elara moaned softly, her hips pushing forward as encouraged Mia to take more into her mouth. Mia obliged, her lips stretching wide around the girth of her boss’s cock. She gagged slightly but pushed through, desperate to please. Her hands moved to cup her own breasts, squeezing them as she bobbed her head, milk leaking from her nipples and soaking through her apron.The other baristas watched, their own needs growing more urgent by the second. One of them—a timid girl named Cara—slipped behind the counter, her hands immediately going to her chest as she approached Elara from behind. “Please,” she whispered, pressing herself against Elara’s back. “I need it too.”Elara chuckled darkly, one hand reaching back to grope Cara’s breast while the other tangled in Mia’s hair, guiding her movements. “Patience, darling,” she murmured. “But neither girl could wait much longer. Their bodies were on fire, their minds clouded with lust. And Elara—well, she wasn’t one to deny them. Not when they needed her so badly.

In the midst of serving a customer, Mia's arousal becomes overwhelming, causing her to seek relief. Elara, the shop's manager, enters and offers to help Mia, leading to an intimate encounter where Mia performs oral sex on Elara. Meanwhile, another barista, Cara, joins them, seeking her own relief.

The bell above the door chimed softly as another customer stepped into the cozy coffee shop, the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingling with something… sweeter. Behind the counter, Mia adjusted her apron, her ample chest straining against the fabric as she leaned forward to take the order. Her nipples were already taut, a telltale sign that she was nearing her limit. Again.

“One latte, please,” the customer said, oblivious to the way Mia’s cheeks flushed or how her breathing hitched as she turned to the espresso machine. 

Mia’s hands trembled slightly as she worked, the ache in her breasts growing more insistent with every passing second. She could feel the heat pooling between her legs, a familiar sensation that had begun driving her mad over the last few weeks. It wasn’t just the customers who came for the coffee—it was what they *didn’t* know they were getting. Something special. Something addictive.

“Here you go,” Mia said, handing over the latte with a forced smile. The moment the customer walked away, she let out a shaky breath and glanced toward the back room. She needed relief. *Now.*

The door swung open before she could move, and there she was—*Elara,* the shop’s manager. Her presence filled the room like a wave, her tall, confident frame commanding attention. But it wasn’t just her height or her striking features that made Mia’s knees weak. It was the bulge tenting her slacks, the unmistakable outline of her cock straining against the fabric. Mia’s mouth watered just looking at it.

“Morning, Mia,” Elara purred, her voice dripping with honeyed warmth. She strode behind the counter, her hips swaying with every step. “You look… tight.”

Mia swallowed hard, her pulse quickening. “I—I need to go to the back room,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m… too full.”

Elara’s eyes gleamed with approval as she reached out, her fingers brushing against Mia’s swollen breast. “I can see that,” she murmured, her touch sending a shiver down Mia’s spine. “But why rush? Maybe I can help you here.”

Mia’s breath caught as Elara’s hand slid lower, cupping her mound through her apron. Her thighs pressed together instinctively, but Elara didn’t stop. She leaned in, her lips brushing against Mia’s ear. “You’ve been such a good girl,” she whispered, her voice thick with promise. “It’s only fair I repay you.”

Mia whimpered, her body betraying her as she arched into Elara’s touch. The other baristas pretended not to notice, though their flushed faces and quickened breaths told a different story. They knew what was coming—they *all* did.

Elara’s fingers slipped beneath Mia’s apron, teasing her through the thin fabric of her underwear. Mia bit her lip to stifle a moan, her hips bucking involuntarily. “Please,” she begged, her voice trembling. “I need—”

“I know what you need,” Elara interrupted, her tone firm but gentle. She straightened, her hand slipping away, and Mia almost cried out in frustration. But then Elara’s fingers went to her waistband, slowly easing down her slacks to free her cock. It sprang forward, thick and glistening with pre-cum, and Mia’s knees nearly gave out.

“On your knees,” Elara commanded, and Mia didn’t hesitate. She dropped to the floor, her hands trembling as she reached for Elara’s cock. It was huge—too big to wrap her fingers around—and the sheer sight of it made her pussy throb. She leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lick the tip, savoring the salty-sweet taste of Elara’s precum.

Elara moaned softly, her hips pushing forward as encouraged Mia to take more into her mouth. Mia obliged, her lips stretching wide around the girth of her boss’s cock. She gagged slightly but pushed through, desperate to please. Her hands moved to cup her own breasts, squeezing them as she bobbed her head, milk leaking from her nipples and soaking through her apron.

The other baristas watched, their own needs growing more urgent by the second. One of them—a timid girl named Cara—slipped behind the counter, her hands immediately going to her chest as she approached Elara from behind. “Please,” she whispered, pressing herself against Elara’s back. “I need it too.”

Elara chuckled darkly, one hand reaching back to grope Cara’s breast while the other tangled in Mia’s hair, guiding her movements. “Patience, darling,” she murmured. “

But neither girl could wait much longer. Their bodies were on fire, their minds clouded with lust. And Elara—well, she wasn’t one to deny them. Not when they needed her so badly.

A busty barista's world is turned upside down when she discovers her manager's secret ability to induce lactation and breast growth. The coffee shop becomes a hub of erotic encounters as baristas succumb to their newfound desires, leading to intense sexual experiences and transformations into milk-producing cow-like creatures.

Lactating Desires in the Coffee Shop

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