You help her up onto the barstool and watch as she shyly adjusts her dress back down her thighs. “I’m not sure what kind of beer they have here. What do you recommend?” she asks.
“I recommend their beer flight, then” you say. “Then you can taste a variety and see which you like the most.”
You’ve brought her to your favorite artisanal brewery where you happen to have a special arrangement with the bartender. You order the “special”flight of beer and he begins to pour generous amounts from a few of the taps into glasses.
Her eyes widen slightly as you push one of the full glasses into her hand. “That’s quite a large taste,” she says, but you can see a glimmer of excitement in her eyes as she lifts the beer to her lips and takes a deep swallow.
“That’s the amber,” you say. She licks her lips and then gulps the remaining beer down in one swallow.
“Now try the pale ale,” you say, pushing the next glass to her. “It’s best to drink them as deeply as possible to get the most flavor.” She smiles and drinks it down.
“This next one is a kolch,” you say. “Tell me what you think.” She sets down the empty glass next to the first and lets you hand her the fresh beer. You watch as she tips her head back to drink the beer in steady gulps. As she drinks, the bartender quickly and quietly adds three more full pints of beer to the flight.
She sets the empty glass next to the other and lets out a shy burp and hiccup. “Excuse me!” She says, covering her mouth. You glance down to see her belly has swollen from the beer and is pushing tighter against her dress.
“You haven’t tried the amber yet,” you say, moving the full glass to her hand. She is swaying a little as she takes it, her eyes hungry and slightly unfocused now.
“I think I’ll like the *hic* amber, lemme try thish” she says, lifting the glass now with some effort to bring it to her lips. As she chugs it down, you watch her belly growing with every gulp, filling with beer until her dress is stretched so tight you can see the faint outline of her bellybutton through the fabric.
“How does it compare to this one?” you ask, as soon as she finishes. “I can’t wait to tashte it!”she smiles sloppily at you. She is swaying on the barstool, her eyes almost spinning in her head as she lets out a loud hiccup. You have to wrap her fingers around the full glass and she obligingly drinks it all.
Her belly is filled as tight as a balloon, the fabric is beginning to rip as she swallows more beer down into her keg of a belly. She lets out a moan as the fabric finally rips and her belly is freed from its confines. It sloshes so hard she nearly tumbles forward from the weight of it. You catch her and hold her steady upright by her massive beer gut, rubbing her belly as she hiccups again. She moans in relief as you rub.
“I *hic* gotta try *hic* the next one and sheee if I *hic* like it,” she slurs. As she lifts the next beer to her mouth and chugs it down, you feel her belly filling even more, pinning your hands between her belly and thighs as you try to hold her up.
She finishes with a loud burp and hiccup. Her breasts are straining what little dress remains and with one loud hiccup they finally tumble free from her dress as well.
“Which was your favorite?” you ask. She answers with a loud burp which she can no longer hide. You feel her belly slosh. Her cheeks are red and her smile sloppy as she hiccups and sloshes forward against your hands.
“I tginks *hic*” she slurs, “that I need to tashte shom *hic* more!”
You eye the wall of taps. With another wink, the bartender closes down the bar and leaves you alone to continue sampling….
