Heather has a surprise for Monica, a special honey concoction. Buzz, buzz. (This story will come to DA sometime after new year's. Going on vacation. Keep an eye out for my holiday gift stories.)

As she finished her drink, Monica felt a strange tingle in her breasts, as if her nipples were fluttering around on their own.  “Ughh.”  Her right hand slammed against her chest.  “That is strange.”  Her cheeks turned bright red.  “I. . . to say I feel odd would be an understatement.  Ohhhhhhhhhh!”  She gasped as some strange, hot liquid dripped from her nipples.  “Oh fuck. . .”  She tried to pull her shirt away.  “My nipples. . . they are stuck!”

              As she tried to yank her shirt away, her chest seemed to inflate, her boobs swelling by the second, inch by inch.  “Oh god. . .”  Monica panted, her hand on the side of the couch.  “Oh, fucking hell, what is happening to me.”  More hot, sticky goo dripped out of her hard, raw nipples.  “It. . . just won’t stop coming.  I. . . ohhh fuck. . . I. . . ohhh god!”  With one mighty yank, she ripped off her shirt, her voluptuous boobs bouncing against one another.  ‘Oh my god!”  Monica gasped as she noticed streams of honey dripping from her breasts.  “What in the world is happening to me?”  She panted, her face red as a cherry.  “Oh god. . . it feels so fucking good.”  Her free hand rubbed the side of her tender breasts.  “Ohhhh fuck. . .”  More honey squirted out from her boobs.

              “My, my.  It seems my little honey girl is starting to come out and play.”  Heather walked back into the room and clapped.  “Now, my dear, I hope you are having fun.”

              Monica moaned as she stood up, honey dripping from her tender breasts and onto the floor.  “Is this why you suddenly wanted me to come over?  So I would. . . ohhhhh.”  Her hand fell to her groin, slowly rubbing her waistline and hips.  “Oh god.  I feel so fucking good.”  She thrust her butt back and forth.