The café was warm and cozy, tucked in the corner of town square beneath curling ivy and a sparkling windchime. Mirio sat at a table by the window with Lily comfortably wrapped around his side, a cup of herbal tea in his hands, and Lily's soft, cool form squishing lightly against his ribs with every affectionate nudge.
She was in her public form today—slightly compact, her raincoat buttoned over her chest, though not without a bit of strain at the top. Her slime tentacle-hair was neatly curled behind her shoulders, and her lap was firmly occupied by Mirio's arm as usual.
Everything was quiet.
Until the bell at the door jingled—and in stomped a Minotaur girl.
Eight feet tall, fur-covered legs, massive arms, and a tank top stretched tighter than physics should allow across two absolutely absurd breasts. She had a smug swagger in her step as she moved to the counter and leaned forward—pushing her chest onto it with a meaty thud that made nearby spoons rattle.
"Hi there," she said sweetly to the barista. "Make sure the foam's nice and thick. Like these."
She slapped her boobs once. They bounced. The whole room noticed.
Lily blinked.
Her core dimmed slightly.
The Minotaur wasn't done. "Sorry if I take up a little space—it's hard when you're packing the real goods."
Her gaze drifted lazily across the room, lingering on every girl who had anything remotely visible in her top… until her eyes landed on Lily.
She raised an eyebrow. "Cute little water glob you've got there."
Mirio frowned. "She's not a glob."
"Oh, my bad." The Minotaur smirked. "Must be hard keeping a boyfriend when you're built like a wet sponge."
Lily didn't respond.
Her eyes slowly narrowed.
Then her body shifted.
Mirio felt it immediately. Her arm squeezed tighter around his. Her chest began to feel… heavier. Warmer. Her body pulsed with slow pressure as moisture from the air around her drew inward. The humidity in the café thickened, almost imperceptibly.
He glanced down. "Lily… what are you doing?"
She didn't answer.
But her boobs were definitely getting bigger.
The swell of her chest began to strain against her raincoat. The top button trembled. Her body subtly expanded, her form rippling beneath the surface. Each breath she took pulled more moisture into her mass, causing her chest to wobble gently as it grew rounder and heavier.
The Minotaur turned back toward them.
And blinked.
Because Lily's bust had surpassed hers in width.
And it wasn't stopping.
The raincoat gave up.
Buttons flew off in rapid fire as her breasts surged forward with a squish, ballooning outward with soft, perfect curves. Her gel shimmered in the light—blue-green and glossy, each orb pulsing with filtered water so heavy it made the table creak under their weight.
Her nipples pressed forward through the translucent slime surface, firm and slightly glowing.
Mirio blushed. "Lily, people are looking—"
Lily stood up.
And her breasts bounced with an almost supernatural wave that made every customer in the café stop what they were doing.
They weren't just big.
They were massive.
Each slime boob was the size of a full keg now, but perfectly smooth, rounded, and glistening. They jiggled with slow, mesmerizing ripples that didn't stop for several seconds after she moved. And she moved with purpose—walking past the Minotaur toward the counter with her hips swaying like a tide about to break its dam.
Her chest swayed heavily, the bounce of her breasts creating audible squelches with every step.
The Minotaur girl stared.
Her eye twitched.
Lily stopped in front of her.
Paused.
Then casually leaned forward.
And rested her boobs on the counter.
The entire counter.
They spilled outward like overflowing jelly molds, easily twice the size of the Minotaur's. They pressed into her space, forced her to step back. One of Lily's tentacle strands reached up and poked the Minotaur's chest once. Then she tilted her head… and smiled.
No words.
Just dominance.
The Minotaur's nostrils flared.
"…That's not fair," she muttered.
Lily's smile widened.
Then she gently cupped both her own breasts—each one massive, heavy, and practically glowing from within—and gave them the softest, slowest, bounciest squish the room had ever seen.
Everyone stared.
Mirio groaned and buried his face in his hands.
"You couldn't just ignore her, huh?"
Lily turned and bounced back to their table, each step a full-body jello wave. She sat down with a plop, her chest resting fully on the table now, covering most of it.
Mirio peeked at her. "You proud of yourself?"
She nuzzled into his arm.
Then whispered in his ear.
"Biggest."
He sighed.
"…Yeah. Yeah, you are."