Double Bubble Beer - Thanks for 7,000 Watchers+ (on DeviantArt)

Okay, so I have to admit, this rather impressive milestone snuck up on me a little. I had a couple of DA'ers drop me a message when I got to around 6,900 Watchers+ and I thought, "Well, sure, it'll be a while yet, if it happens at all..." and then bam! Here we are, well and truly!

So, before we get involved in the latest Milestone Mishap (I quite like that title), I just wanted to offer my deepest gratitude to every one of you that has taken the time to support BrasByDesign in whatever way you can. 7,000 Watchers+ is a milestone I was never sure could be reached, and yet I have been proven wrong - so thank you, it is really appreciated! I also wanted to take this opportunity to show my appreciation for the fantastic Subscribers that make this all possible - I have a unique style, filled with intricate details and dozens of layers, and these images take ages to produce - and that support is keeping me motivated to produce head-thought and hand-drawn art at a time when A.I. image generation seems to be swallowing many artists and fanbases alike! We're hanging in there!

Anyway, back to the tour, where things have gone... wonky? You see, Verona Bazoomagier considered herself something of an ale enthusiast. She had been introduced to beer long before many, when she would join her father on laid-back fishing trips and they'd share a six pack (or two) on the river bank. They never caugth many fish, but Verona gradually grew an appreciative taste for the beverage. For her recent-ish birthday, she had been bought a ticket for a guided tour of the Bubble Beer Brewery Company. They were an up-and-coming brewery, that were considered by many to make gimicky beers for trendy, sociable twenty-somethings, much like Verona. Cherry Bomb Brew was by far one of her favourites, along with Popping Candy Pale Ale, that left a slightcrackling and tingling sensation on the tongue with each gulp.

Double Bubble Beer, however, wasn't yet on sale to the public. It had been due for release for quite some time by now, as Verona had been aware of whilst keenly following the brewery's social media accounts, and she was keen to try it. The hold up, however, had been due to 'developmetal' issues, shall we say? One way or another, the chemists and engineers at the brewery just couldn't get the formula quite right. Sure, it did what Double Bubble Beer was supposed to do - just, well, far too well - or, it didn't do anything at all, and that seemed even worse - where was the gimmick in that?

As the tour progressed, Verona helped herself to one free sample after another, usually supplied in small paper cups. Firecracker had certainly made her eyeballs itch, and Pumpkin Spice seemed predictably mellow and comforting. Then they entered the development laboratories - most of which was sectioned off to the public - but a few bottles of up-coming products had been put onto plinths, often in plain bottles or with pre-production labels. There were no samples, of course, that would be ridiculous, but that didn't seem to stop Verona.

As the tour group steadily bumbled into the lab, Verona took her chance and swiped the bottle of Double Bubble Beer from its stand. Before Wendy, the tour guide, had realised what had happened and could warn her guest, it was too late. With a well-practised pull on her teeth the bottlecap was removed, and Verona began to swig the glistening golden nectar with barely a pause for air. It tasted good, for a product with an alternative purpose, with hints of sweet blossoms and ripe, juicy melons. Then - then Verona paused, as she let out a small, but quite impolite burp.

Now, Verona was well aware of what Double Bubble Beer was supposed to do. In all of the marketing so far, it was advertised as a bust-boosting drink that, if consumed regularly, would potentially cause the drinkers breasts to grow, nice and steadily, maybe a cup-size, now and then. Whilst Verona, at a 32 DD-cup, wasn't exactly lacking in that department, she had always fancied being a little more well-endowed - the idea of being able to hold a beer bottle in her cleavage and use a straw had always appealed to her as a 'hands free' solution of sorts, ever since she had seen another girl do it at a festival a few years back. Besides, it was only one beer anyway, what was that going to do?

Wendy shuffled nervously, spinning the umbrella back and forth with a flick of her wrist. Verona mouthed the flavours a little more - something didn't feel quite right. Through her loose, pink sweatshirt, she tugged at the band of her bra, concerned that her chest was beginning to feel tight. It wasn't her chest though, it was her bra beginning to feel tight, as the cups began to slowly fill. Then, she noticed, as she glanced down, the swelling flesh pushing over the cups, drawing out the fabric of the pink sweatshirt. The pace began to quicken, and Verona remained rooted to the spot, still in a state of disbelief. Wendy, on the other hand, rolled her eyes nonchalantly, and pressed a button on the wall of the laboratory.

Meanwhile, the sound of creaking cups and popping stitches began to eminate from Verona's bra, as flesh began to hastily push beyond its boundaries. It heaved, it strained, as the swell of breast began to fill even the generous proportions of the sweatshirt, too! Before long, there was barely a crease left in the stretchy-cotton fabric, and as Verona desperately grappled with her growing load, it was clear things weren't slowing down. An explosion of distended, tattered fabric provided a fitting entrance for the arrival of several distinctly dressed characters, that then went on to form a circle around Verona and, to her confusion, began to dance whilst chanting some less-than-flattering lyrics. Bewildered, Verona did her best to try and contain her ballooning breasts, staggering back and forth and trembling at the knees as her bust began to far exceed what her slim and slight frame could possibly cope with.

At this point you're thinking, 'Surely those strange little characters will help Verona out?', but, realistically, they too were just a gimmick - hired by the brewery because it would be fun and quirky. The 'Booba Loobas', as they were known, had no medical training at all in fact, and as Verona's bustline continued to expand, there was ultimately little that could be done except stand back - far back - and wait for the beer to finish doing its thing.

With that, Verona collapsed to her knees, overcome by the sheer size and weight of her monstrous, heaving bosoms. All she could do was grapple at the growing mounds of flesh that swelled before her, cheeks blushed with humiliation and a bitter taste in her mouth...

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Other Milestones

Thanks for 6,000 Watchers+ (BBD Bra Testing Dept)

Thanks for 5,000 Watchers+ (Grow Pilot)

Thanks for 4,000 Watchers+ (Piece of Cake!)

Thanks for 3,000 Watchers+ (Where's Penny?)

Thanks for 1,500 Watchers+ (A BIG Thanks!)

Thanks for 1,000 Watchers+ (Cats Counting Cup Sizes)

Thanks for 900 Watchers+ (Beat Box Girl)