Mia - Britain's Bustiest Barmaid (Short Story)

Mia started working as a Barmaid, or more realistically as a Waitress, at the Plump Duck Public House when she was just 20 years old. As a struggling student from the nearby University, Mia needed a part time job to help with her fees. Topless bar-work was by no means her first choice, but the management seemed to imply she'd do well, and she'd also get tips on top of her basic wage.

The management were correct; Mia was an instant hit with the regular punters. Her slight, slender frame, hearty 30 FF bust and a shy, blushing smile meant that most days she ended up counting a reasonable amount of tips at the end of a shift.

 Walking around a Pub topless did take some getting used to, admittedly. Mia was not someone to naturally flaunt herself, and so it took some courage to navigate a bustling bar without feeling somewhat self-conscious. Like many young women her age, Mia also lacked assurance in her recently changing body. When she graduated from college at 18, just two years ago, Mia was no more than a 30 D-cup. Since then, she’d managed to climb her way up the cup-sizes to where she was now, though she felt sure that they had stopped developing by now. Even so, she was still coming to terms with her mighty FF-cups, ‘Are they too big?’, ‘Were they the right shape?’, ‘Are they too saggy?’ - big breasts can lead to a lot of misgivings. Thankfully, as time passed, Mia’s confidence would grow.

 Confidence, however, wasn’t the only thing that continued to grow. One morning, a few weeks after first starting her new job, Mia awoke to a dull ache and tenderness in her breasts. She wasn’t on her period, that was for sure, and it didn’t feel like water retention either. Her most trustworthy double F-cup bra seemed to confirm her suspicions, and after the aching had subsided a few days later, a quick go with the  tape-measure and a quick ‘Google’ spelled it out for her; she’d gone up another cup size.

Mia felt that a G-cup took her from being simply busty and into the realms of becoming almost top-heavy when paired with her slim figure. Her breasts now seemed just that little bit more troublesome to conceal beneath her everyday clothes and student attire, and shopping for a new bra confirmed that choice in this size was starting to dry-up somewhat. Trying to console herself a little, Mia tried to take this recent development as a random, one-off occurrence, and put the focus back on her studies.

That focus didn’t last too long however, as, after just another couple of weeks, Mia felt that dull ache in her bosoms once more. She didn’t want to admit it, but she could feel the change in size and weight anyway. Measuring once more just confirmed what she suspected - her breasts had grown again. “Typical”, Mia grumbled to herself, having just bought herself a couple of G-cup bras only days before. As a student, those bras would have to do, for now, but it wouldn’t be long before they were to be stuffed further still. Barely more than a week later, Mia found herself anxiously eyeing up her assets in the bathroom mirror, tape measure in hand - they had definitely got larger, again!

When you see people on a regular basis, going up a cup size or two isn’t something most people would notice. Mia had already been reasonably busty to begin with, but even so, it was becoming hard for her to hide her increasing endowment on such a petite frame. Squeezing her now H-cup breasts into the inadequate G-cup bras did something to help reduce her profile, but the overspill of her boobs from the cups made it hard to wear anything nice fitting.

Both patrons and staff at The Plump Duck also began to notice that Mia’s breasts were indeed growing larger, making her one of the more bosomy members amongst her topless co-workers. Self-consciousness began to creep into Mia’s mind again, as comments were made and glances were shot across the busy bar, but after a couple of busy shifts, the extra tips she received soon took her mind off of the increased attention. “Folks will get used to my boobs being this size soon enough,” Mia reasoned, comforting herself as she counted her extra income.

In fairness, the assumption that those around her would get used to her increased bustline over time was probably correct. The only thing that stopped that theory being proved correct, is that Mia’s breasts continued to grow! With steadily increasing pace, her boobs became bigger and heavier, averaging at almost a cup-size per week. No sooner had she tried to coerce her double-H cup tits into her increasingly inadequate G-cup bra, than she found herself trying in desperation to house a mighty J-cups worth of boob into it too. A few days later an emergency bra mission had to be called, after a bra strap had popped with surprising audibility during one of her lectures - the rest of the day was spent braless, with her arms tactfully crossed until she could get out of the campus and get to a store. Even then, Mia needed to find a store that would cater to her size, and when she found one, she made sure to get measured, just as a sanity check for herself if nothing else.

Back at her student apartment, Mia examined her haul; they weren’t the prettiest bras she had ever seen, but that was the least of her concerns. They were huge and sturdy looking, and that mattered most right now. The keen young assistant in the lingerie shop had, whilst diligently doing her best to fit and recommend some substantial garments, also help to confirm Mia’s hunch - she was now a 30 JJ-cup! Back and shoulders aching, the well-endowed barmaid lay back on the bed exhaustedly, only to be met with the weighty slosh of her breasts as they nestled under her armpits and glanced playfully off of her chin.

At The Plump Duck, however, tongues continued to wag, and jealous glances were made from the other staff. As Mia continued to blossom up to a K-cup, she now had arguably the largest breasts of any of the staff at the topless Pub - at least proportionally anyway. Valerie, one of the other barmaids, was a hearty 36 J-cup, and whilst similar in size, her slightly more substantial frame seemed less encumbered by them. On the other hand, Mia’s mighty K-cups began to almost dwarf the svelte figure of their bearer, highlighted further by the way the huge-bosomed barmaid leaned back slightly when she stood in order to counterbalance the increasing load of her chest. Mia also became clumsier too, often tripping over things as she struggled to see her feet at all, or knocking drinking glasses and bottles off of the bar as she struggled to compensate for her extending bustline.

However, the bar at The Plump Duck had never been busier, as word spread about this rather pretty young barmaid with an increasingly heaving bust. Custom not only came from the town, but some folk began to travel from other nearby places too. And the tips? Mia could feel the bulge of notes in her cash pocket of her pinafore bulging more than her over-stuffed bras did! That wouldn’t be a bad call, either, as Mia continued to balloon to a double-K and then an L-cup, the extra cash would come in handy to replace the now dishevelled looking 30 JJ-cups she had been fitted with only weeks before. The rest of her increasingly inadequate wardrobe would need updating, too.

Mia battled on, as her breasts greedily continued to grow, but as her boobs plumped past a double-L cup, she had to admit she was struggling to complete her shifts without her back aching like crazy. Perhaps, Mia considered, it was time to give the job up. The money was better than ever, but after a long shift, it was almost agony. Her boss, however, was keen to keep the growing girl on staff - the Pub was doing better than it had done for a long time, and Mia seemed to be the one drawing in an often  friendly yet admittedly curious crowd. So, a deal was struck, and Mia was given shorter shifts, with a little bit of extra cash to make up for the tips she might lose out on. The struggling student decided to accept, the reality of needing an income balanced heavily with her heaving chest.

Another visit to the lingerie shop saw the eager assistant starting to look a little more glum than usual. “You’d better not get much bigger,” the young assistant sighed, “we only stock up to a N-cup at most!” As Mia struggled to fasten herself into her new, mammoth 30 MM-cup bra, she was becoming increasingly aware that her breasts were still showing no signs of slowing down. Not only were they obvious at work, but they were becoming obvious everywhere, no matter how baggy the jumper or padded the jacket. Her boobs outgrowing everything, including herself, was becoming a real possibility.

Shortly afterwards, however, one of Mia’s more friendly and accepting co-workers, Cindy, pointed out an article to her that she had found in a national newspaper; The Daily Echo were running a competition to find ‘Great Britain’s Bustiest Barmaid’, and whilst it was clearly a guise for a piece of tatty, sensationalist tabloid reporting, it also had a cash prize for the winner. Mia studied the article; it listed a few examples of other barmaids that had already entered. There was ‘Melissa from Surrey, 34 G’, and there was ‘Carys from Pembrokeshire, 28 FF’, also ‘Freya from Aberdeenshire, 38 H’ and finally ‘Sara from Northumberland, 36 JJ’ as just a few examples of the apparent dozens that had already entered.

“Do you think I could win?” Mia quizzed her fellow barmaid,

“Well, you stand a better chance than me sugartits!” the slim and willowy Cindy jokingly retorted, well aware that her 32 C-cup bust wouldn’t even win her the bus fare home!

It was a few weeks until the contest would be held, and as the days passed, Mia’s confidence grew along with her breasts, which were now comfortably averaging over a cup-size a week. On the day of the contest, Mia was measured as a whopping 30 P-cup, leaving many of the other shortlisted contestants in her almost literal shadow! Now bulging out of the double-M cup bra she purchased only weeks ago, it was clear as soon as she entered the venue that she had pretty much won there and then. Still, there had to be measuring, and of course, photo opportunities just to give the newspaper justification for the whole event. The results were clear though, with third place going to 38 JJ-cup Yvonne, and second place to Tilly from Dorset who measured in at an impressive, but not impressive enough 32 LL-cup! Mia felt both victorious and enormous, but at the very least she felt she had found some justification for her huge bosoms after all. The prize fund - £10,000 in total - would go a long way to helping Mia continue her studies, and take a well earned vacation during the summer recess that was about to start, including a new wardrobe capable of containing her extraordinary figure both on the beach and around the villas.

By the time Mia returned form her two-week break, the three custom-made bikinis she had commissioned before she left had already begun creaking under the strain by the time she packed her suitcase and headed home. In fact, she had even been charged for extra baggage, needing a mid-size suitcase just for her bras and bikinis!

Once back at The Plump Duck, Mia found that the bar was unusually quiet, and both the remaining patrons and all of the staff were pleased to see her and her enormous boobs return. Shortly after Mia had left for vacation, the custom had slowly begun dropping off too, until finally it was as quiet as it had been all those months ago. A quiet bar also meant less tips for the other staff, and so the co-workers who had once scorned Mia and her gigantic attention-grabbers, now realised how much they needed her as part of the team.

The only downside was that Mia’s billowing bustline was making it more and more difficult to do her job. She couldn’t see her feet, she took up a lot of room in a busy bar, her back and shoulder ached, and as a trip to her local lingerie shop to be fitted with a custom bra would confirm, she was larger than ever. Now measuring in at an incredible 30 S-cup, Mia was finding it hard to consider spending any considerable amount of time on her feet serving drinks, but the other staff, as well as the management did their best to make things work. Shorter shifts, extra breaks, and the Pub owner would even pay for physiotherapy and contribute towards the increasingly expensive cost of bras and clothing

It was too good a deal to pass up on, and besides, Mia had made some great friends, both with some of her co-workers, and with the regular patrons. People clearly came to oggle the bosomy barmaid, that was for sure, but it was very rare that anyone took things too far. Within a couple of days, the theory was validated, as the bar swelled with customers from far and wide, some of whom had come to see this mysterious super-boobed serving girl that had been featured in the national news. Custom soared, tips grew - and once again, so did Mia.

By the time the summer recess had ended and Mia returned to her studies at University, her boobs had fattened to an incredulous U-cup, transcending the modest proportions of their hostess by some degree. Almost everybody on Campus was transfixed by the over-bosomed final year student as she lumbered her way from lecture to lecture, taking every opportunity in between to rest her rack on desks, countertops or just her lap. More enormous lingerie was ordered, paid for with help from her management at The Plump Duck, but soon enough she outgrew those as the weeks passed by.

“Erm, what comes after a Z-cup then?” a puzzled looking Cindy asked her vast-bosomed co-worker.

“I don’t… I don’t know,” replied Mia, “I’m really not sure I want to find out, but I have a feeling I will!”

Cindy helped Mia remove her top before the start of their next shift, and then unfastened all eight rows of hooks on the gargantuan 30 Z-cup bra. The enormous weight of her overdeveloped breasts slumped forward as the bra was undone, almost pulling Mia over as Cindy struggled to hold against the sudden, heaving momentum.

“Heck, I don’t think I could cope with even one of these whoppers Mia!” the modestly endowed Cindy exclaimed.

Mia often contemplated how she managed to cope too. It felt like a lifetime ago that she considered her double-F cup bust to be ‘a little too prominent’, yet here she was, battling away with two steadily swelling zeppelins, starting to feel as though she was going to become more boob than woman. There was something about her journey so far that compelled her to see things in a more positive light. The money was great, of course, and in recent months she had been making a small fortune in tips, but it wasn't just the financial gain. As a shy, retiring, perhaps slightly awkward girl, Mia had often felt herself to be overlooked - she tried her best, but always seemed to blend into the background somehow. Over the past 18 months or so, however, and certainly the last year, her steadily swelling breasts had forced a change in her reality. Mia had made plenty of new, supportive friends at The Plump Duck, with both patrons and her co-workers fascinated by her progress and keen to help if they could. University had been the same, as, afterall, it eventually became impossible to blend into the background at all. Her dating pool had also deepened significantly, with a wide range of both men and women taking a shine to this incredible human being. Mia had gone from ‘just above average’ to ‘a league of her own’, and despite the increasing burden of her bust, it seemed like the shakeup her life had needed.

The adventure wasn’t over yet though, and soon Mia, Cindy, and anyone else that was curious would find out what came after a Z-cup. Well, at first it was a double-Z, and then, as she was helpfully informed by her friendly, yet exasperated local young bra fitter, she rolled back around the alphabet to an A-cup. Admittedly, it felt strange for Mia to be classified as an A-cup at such a vast size, but officially her size was a 30 Ax2-cup - the ‘x2’ signifying that it was now the second time around*. Cindy wondered if it were possible to go three or four, or maybe more times around the alphabet, but for the moment Mia was still trying to come to terms with the fact that her breasts had grown so large that she had run out of letters in the first place!

Soon Mia wondered if her boobs would ever stop swelling, as she struggled to counterbalance their enormous heft. Her areolas were pale and stretched, those dainty, firm nipples pointing helplessly outward as they were shadowed by the titanic mounds of breast flesh. Navigating the pub became tricky, even during quiet times, as her protruding puppies bumped and jostled with everything and everyone. Luckily, most of the regulars were understanding, but it was common for Mia to knock drinks off of tables, or if she turned around with enough force, send a chair or small table crashing over! Those pink, petite nipples would often rub against whatever was in the way, and the well-busted barmaid would have to bite her lip and steady herself as a ripple of intense pleasure pulsed through her body. There was a lot to contend with, with more on the way.

“Notice anything different?” Cindy asked Mia, who had just arrived at work.

“Erm… I… I’m not sure…”

“I’m a D-cup, apparently! I went and got measured on my day off. Do they seem any bigger to you?”

“Well, we have something else in common then,” Mia responded cheerfully, “I’m a D-cup too! A Dx2-cup, mind!”

The two barmaids giggled about their apparent similarities and yet obvious differences in measurements, before Cindy presented Mia with a fresh copy of The Daily Echo. They were running the ‘Great Britain’s Bustiest Barmaid Contest’ again this year, now with a boosted first prize of £25,000!

“Come on Mia, you’ve got this!” Cindy enthused.

“I don’t know,” Mia posed thoughtfully, “that’s a lot of money, what if it draws some super-boober out of the woodwork?”

It turns out that Mia had little need to worry. On the day of the contest, it turned out to be, well, not much of a contest - at least for first place. Third place was won by Shelly from Yorkshire, her fuller figure sporting an impressive 40 MM-cup bust. Second place was won by Fiona from Stirlingshire in Scotland, whose 34 T-cup breasts would have seen Mia beaten easily in the previous contest, but now looked almost insignificant in comparison. Mia, of course, had a secret weapon up her sleeve, or realistically under her top - she was still growing. By the time the competition had started, she measured in at a back-breaking 30 FFx2 cup! This time, almost every newspaper ran the story, enchanted by the incredible and hypnotising story of the beautiful, bosomy barmaid that had returned to the contest to squash the competition once more.

That day, two things occurred to Mia; at a 30 FFx2, she had now gone around the bra-size alphabet once completely since her growth spurt had first started. The other thought was that she was still steadily growing. Just how much larger would she get? How much larger could she get?

*Please see ‘BrasByDesign - Lore, The Universe and (Almost) Everything’ for more information about how the (general) UK Bra Sizing works and how ‘Multiple Alphabets’ work, if you are unsure.