Tasha's Cafe (Paid Post #4)

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 Tasha had been stressing out all month, February had not been a good time. Bills had stacked up, there had been a death in the family, her mental health had been bumpy. So she needed to relax.
 She headed over to a cafe that had opened up just down the street. The prices were much lower than other coffee shops, the fact of which she was very thankful.
 She brought her favorite book, Murder on the Orient Express, with her and decided to have a mental health break with the caffeine. She wore  a denim skirt under a green dress that was a bit too sheer and thin for the end of February. She ordered a latte really looking forward to taking the time to unwind.   
 She took a seat at the table and sipped her latte as she opened the book. Poirot was being coldly deductive as always and it always made her giggle at how much he followed logic over social norms. No reason to be nice when murder was a foot.
 As she giggled she felt a uncomfortable sensation across her nipples. They felt tight and full, but she ignored it as she didn't want anything more to bother her. She just really wanted to relax and let go. And that's just what her breasts did as she immersed herself aboard the orient express. They swelled bigger and bigger. As she read blissfully unaware. Even when they had grown so big that they eclipsed her view of the book, she just readjusted. Soon her breasts were resting on the table, and Tasha had been resting the book on them.   
 A smile had crept across her lips as she read, finally releasing herself from all her recent stresses. She loved the way it felt to just let go of it all, and even as her dress stretched to the point where it didn't even reach her skirt anymore. It was like everything that had been building up on her the past couple month had been flooding her breasts. And she knew just what to do when she got home.   
 She was to empty her swollen tits into her bathtub and have the most wonderful wilk bath and then let her stress drain down the tub. It was time to start fresh and pick up before all this awfulness had started.