The Wine Cooler
 
“You used to be a winemaker, you said?” The beast spoke with remarkable clarity, though his voice rumbled and purred in ways that gave Adelaide goosebumps whenever it met her ears.
 
“Yes, that’s correct.” She fidgeted with her fingers. These smooth, elastic gloves were difficult to get used to, but the way they hugged her hands was oddly satisfying.
 
“What part does it come from?”
 
She squinted. “What?” The beast grabbed her horn and pulled on it, and then poked her nose. “Ow!”
 
“Does it come out of here? Do I have to squeeze you?”
 
She knew by now that it wasn’t quite her place but she batted his heavy hands away. “No, not like that! I farm the grapes and then turn them into wine. You know, crush them, ferment them, that sort of thing.”
 
“That’s horribly roundabout. What do the grapes have to say about that?”
 
“Uhhh… the grapes don’t… they don’t say anything…”
 
“This can’t do. Our feast will need wine much more quickly than that.”
 
With a click of his fingers, Adelaide’s arms snapped behind her back and pulled down, straightening her back right up. She yelped in surprise. “Wh-what are you doing?” She floated into the air, and was lowered again on to a marble pedestal, only instead of standing on it, her legs sank into it up to the thighs. It was like the latex of her boots melted into it, leaving her legs sitting in comfortable padded rubber holes, bent at such an angle that they were trapped until the beast deemed fit to have the pedestal free her.
 
He cupped both of her breasts in his hands. Despite each hand being easily the width of her thighs, his touch was gentle, slowly erasing the latex covering them with his thumbs, and gently bouncing them with his fingers. She blushed. “Mother’s bosom, milk no more; a stronger brew you’ll have in store!”
 
As the reverberation of his voice faded away from rattling her chest, she felt a continued tingle. Her breasts were already big enough to get in the way of some things, but before her eyes, they swelled. They slowly filled his hands, until he was satisfied with their heft, leaving her with the largest bosom she’d ever seen.
 
“What dij you oh my goodnesh.” She was now very grateful that she’d been restrained, because her head had started to spin. She immediately fell forward as far as the chain would let her go. Her newly heavy breasts swayed and bounced on her chest, and her newly light head rolled around. Focussing her vision became quite difficult. When the beast spoke, his words seemed slippery and hard to hold for long enough to make sense of.
 
“How are you feeling, my dear?”
 
“I… woozy… did I drink something? I don’t remember drinking something…”
 
He smiled and gently rubbed one of her breasts. She cooed at a surprising shock of pleasure. “You’ll be a fine wine holder for our guests. Just a few more things…” He lifted both breasts with flat hands, and then drew them around the sides, over her shoulders and down to the binder around her arms. When he stood back, there was a latex band, anchored behind her and keeping her breasts pushed up and togther, forcing their additional heft outward. “I thought you might appreciate a little extra support.”
 
“You’re doing your shilly magic thingsh again, aren’t you?”
 
“Oh, good idea. You’ll thank me for this part later.” With another dance of his fingers, this time around the back of her head, over her nose, under her chin and into her mouth, latex straps webbed around her head and swelling rubber filled her cheeks, before blending at the front to form a muzzle. She huffed and scrunched her brows. She tried to complain, but there were only muffled mumbles. “That said, some guests may want you to sample the feast, so…” With a single poke to the front of the gag, a hole popped through, leaving her trapped tongue exposed. On its way out, a plug appeared, and when he traced his finger to her collar, a chain appeared in its wake. “… why not let them?” He chuckled, and all Adelaide could do was give a mildly worried (and confused) whine.
 
“Now, let’s see what kind of wine you really make, hmm?”
 
The beast took a glass from the table and pressed it to one breast, over her bare nipple. Her face lit up with alarm as she felt her nipple fizz and her whole body ripple with phantom pleasure. She couldn’t be sure if there was something vibrating in her panties that she was far too drunk to feel clearly, or if it was just that the beast had ordered her body to feel pleasure in that moment. She didn’t have the capacity to think about it, around how her right breast felt like it could bring her to orgasm at any moment. And then, it stopped.
 
A dribble of wine descended her breast. The beast lifted the glass and inspected it. The glass had misted on the outside. “Hmm. Sparkling rosé. Quite sweet, a little fruity. You’re going to have a fun evening, my dear.”