
"Heeey girls!" Carly said enthusiastically as she walked
over to her two old college friends, scooping them both
up in a smothering hug that lifted their feet of the ground.
Her big cork wedge sandals put her over 8 feet tall and with
thighs thicker around than either of her old friends torsos
and breasts the size of window air conditioning units, her
body swallowed them both up.

"Lemme go you overgrown amazon!" Noel protested.

Carly set them both down, "sorry, sorry, just excited to see you
guys. You look amazing!"

Helen snorted, "Yeah, we're the ones who look good. You've got the
glow again."

Carly looked guilty, "yeah I'm kinda bonding with a couple of people."

"Carly!" Noel exclaimed.

"It's not my fault!" the gorgeous amazon protested.

"Oh really? What happened?" Noel asked suspiciously.

"I was at the club and I got really drunk and didn't notice that
I was getting a bit full, and well, I started leaking, and you know
how people get when they smell my milk. Before I knew what was happening
I had a couple of cuties latched on through my dress."

"And lemme guess, you tried to go through weening procedures, but
they didn't work," Noel said flatly.

"You know they never work for me!" Most flowering women could ween
the people they bonded with slowly, but Carly had never been able to
do so. Her milk was too addictive. Just a single drop was enough
to keep someone hooked.

"What happened to your clamp charms?" Helen asked. To try to prevent
leakage, Carly had been talking about making a pair of rings to
go on her nipples to magically prevent her from leaking.

"They didn't work," Carly said in annoyance, "my essence is too powerful,
it wore through the enchantments in five minutes." It was shocking that
anyone could have essence potent enough to burn through enchantments
like that, but when it came to their friend it wasn't too surprising.
Carly's breasts were furnaces of magic pumped up with hundreds of
people's essence. She had incredible control, but even so there wasn't
much that could survive contact with the magic churning in her
enormous boobs for long.

"Awww, poor archwitch, just too powerful for your own good," Helen
chuckled.

"It's not funny!" Carly protested.

"Jones, party of three!" the greeter called out.

"Oh that's us," Noel said, leading her two friends towards the front.
As always, Carly drew a lot of stares. She towered over the crowd, not
that it would have been any different if she was a more normal height.
Her 24 year long essence bath had left her with a face that would put
a fairy princess to shame, and a body that made lust demons and fertility
idols alike look prepubescent. The fact that she wore a shrink-wrap
purple bodysuit stretched nearly to translucency over her enormous
curves did nothing to make her more discrete.

"Umm, I can see if we..." their server trailed off in the middle of
offering to try to find a bigger chair for Carly when she snapped
her fingers and made the one already at the table jump up by about
a third in size while the two other chairs turned into stools and
the table rose with them. "Ummm, you can put that back right?"

"Of course, cutie," Carly smiled down at the young woman, who
suddenly found herself growing hot between the legs.
