“Ughh… I don’t know why Father thinks I’m cut out for this.” Liathrya walked down the snow covered streets of Cobblepeak getting glances and side-eyes from the dwarven denizens of this city. And to be fair she was an odd sight being a mixed race elf, half high elf and half drow elf, but everyone's eyes were glued to the young elf woman’s abnormally large chest which bounced and jiggled with each step as her knees bumped into their underside. She normally walked these streets much earlier in the day to grab a drink from her favorite spot, the Hearthane Bakery, but her father needed her help at the embassy so she went in early to assist him.

Despite being a bit off from missing her daily indulgence the day wasn’t going too terribly. Her father gave her a stack of paperwork which needed to be finished today, plopping the pile on her desk as he left to attend to other matters. She had been diligently making her way through the paperwork when an all too familiar sound rang out in the office halls. *POP* Another button from her sweater coat gave up the good fight of supporting her chest as it flew across the room, hitting one of her coworkers square in the face. “Ooh… Sorry!” She winced as she called out to the poor man who now sported a red welt on his forehead. Liathrya got up from her desk, feeling the ever so slight additional weight of her breasts pull on her shoulders and back as her sweater supported her less, and made her way out of the building to get some cocoa. Unbeknownst to her that last button exposed the upper part of her large and puffy areolas which she couldn’t see over because of the bulging mound of tit flesh that her poor stretched sweater pushed up, obscuring her view.

She remembered walking through these streets all those years ago. Liathrya’s father took a job as an ambassador at the cold, dwarven city of Cobblepeak. A large mountain-top keep of a city bustling both atop the peaks of the mountains as well as receding beneath the stoney ground. Liathrya went to school with the dwarven children, never really fitting in as she was raised to be more ‘elegant and refined’ while her peers were more rowdy and lively. On top of that her peers were always able to talk about their deep familial ties and history in Cobblepeak while she never got to really spend much time with her father who was busy leading the embassy. She had taken to using her allowance to roam about the market stalls and stores, eventually finding a small bakery that sold the absolute best hot cocoa she had ever tasted. This bakery quickly became her go to stop, becoming a routine destination for her after school and over the weekends while her father worked his job as an ambassador and the house sat empty. Apparently the son of the owners, Tulgouth Hearthane, went to the same school as Liathrya, with them sharing the occasional class from year to year. The both of them quickly became friends which mounted Liathrya the added bonus of getting a daily free hot cocoa on top of the one she blew her allowance on. Hell, Tulgouth’s parents had warned her that the hot cocoa wasn’t good for her and that she’d gain weight but she never imagined her elf genetics would manifest her bad eating habits like this!

Times were simpler back then. She and Tulgouth eventually graduated from the local schools; Liathrya took up an apprenticeship job at her father’s embassy while Tulgouth went out of the country to study artificer magics. That was nearly 20 years ago now. She had given Tulgouth a crudely made pendant , a small chain necklace with a crystal encased poinsettia as its pendant, as a sign of their friendship. And everyday she’d visit the Hearthane bakery, both to catch up with the Hearthane family and to get their ever addictive hot cocoa. In fact she hadn’t heard back from Tulgouth in a while. She wondered how he was-

“Thank you for coming in ma’am! What can I get for you today?” The young gruff voice of a dwarven man broke Liathrya’s train of thought. She had somehow made it all the way to the bakery and was now standing in front of the counter.

“Oh, my bad! I’ll have the usual.”

“I’m sorry ma’am, I’m new here and don’t know your usual.”

Liathrya finally looked up at the man working the counter. She had expected it to be one of the owners, either Mr. Jatar Hearthane or Mrs. Yarbryn Hearthane, but instead found a young dwarven man in front of her. He was wearing a sly smirk as he failed to hold back his smile, his cheeks rosy both from the endless cold weather outside and the sheer display of boobage in front of him. “I’m sorry! I was expecting Mr. Hearthane…” Her speech slowed as her eyes finished taking in the new worker's face and wandered down to his neck where he was wearing a necklace with a crudely attached poinsettia embedded in crystal. “Tully!?”

Before the young dwarven man could confirm Liathrya’s question she lunged over the counter and pulled him into a tight embrace. “It’s nice to see you too, Liathrya!” The dwarfs head struggled to poke his head over the taller elven ladies shoulder. Her mounds of soft flesh pushed into his upper torso as he struggled to escape her hug.

After what felt like ages, Liathrya let go of her squeeze on Tulgouth and held him by his shoulders, arms length away from her. “It’s been twenty years! You look so different I almost didn’t recognize you!” Her speech was rushed and frantic as tears welled up in the corner of her eyes. Two decades, nearly one fifth of her life had passed since she’d seen her childhood friend.

Tulgouth let out an awkward chuckle as his cheeks grew a cranberry red. He was struggling to keep his eyes off his friend's outright shameful display of breasts. “I’d say the same but you’re the only elf the same age as me in this city!” He paused, giving up on peeling his eyes away from the elf’s chest. “But I see you’ve… changed as well!”

Noticing her friend eyeing her utter display of cleavage Liathrya too felt herself begin to blush. “Well… It’s your family's fault for making the best hot cocoa across the seven realms!”

“I can’t argue with that!” The two of them exploded into a fit of laughter. It was as if nothing changed between the two of them despite the time spent apart. “And I was just pulling your tail earlier, fresh cocoa with whipped cream?”

“You know it!”

Tulgouth called back her order, not bothering to ring Liathrya up as he turned his attention back to his old friend. While Mr. Jatar got to work creating the perfect cup of hot cocoa, Tulgouth and Liathrya caught up with one another. They shared funny happenings in their time away, laughed over old memories. Liathrya found out that apparently Tulgouth had gotten done with his studies and returned to Cobblepeak to put his education to practice. He had many ideas on gadgets and gizmos to improve the family's already wondrous collection of beverages and baked goods. He even cheered up Liathrya when she got gloomy about her work at the embassy, reminding her that the work her father and herself did was helping to bridge relations between the two kingdoms.

“Oh, and here we go! One fresh cup of hot cocoa with extra whipped cream on the house for the ever lovely lady!” He handed the drink over to Liathrya.

“Oh… Stop it you!” She bashfully took the drink from her friend.

“You really should cut back on these things though. They’re not good for ya.”

“Aw! But I thought you liked ogling these things?” Liathrya pushed her chest forward, resting her boulder sized tits on the countertop. She couldn’t help but smile as Tulgouth’s face began to match his rosy cheeks, his flushed face matching the red hot coals that burned in their bread oven. “Anyways,” Liathrya stood up straight, causing her breasts to conform to gravity and pull down on the few remaining buttons of her coat, “I have a lot of work to get done today so I have to head out. It was nice seeing you again, Tully!”

“You as well, Liathrya.” Tulgouth could feel his face was hot and bothered as he watched the impossibly endowed elven woman turn and head out the door just for her to stop in the doorway.

“Are you… Are you free tonight?” Her voice was shaky as she called out across the small baked goods store, never turning around to actually face Tulgouth.

“Ye- Yeah! It’s normal business hours.”

“Cool!” Eliathrya turned around, her face equally as red as Yulgouth’s as she flashed the dwarven man a smile. “Sounds like a date!” She turned back around and hurried out the door, only craning her neck back to the closing door to call out, “And make sure to make some fresh hot cocoa before you close up shop!”