Siela, the witch is after the demon, Travinsky again. This time, she's got the perfect plan to subdue him. That is, until a hitch occurs and she once again finds herself at his mercy. Is it just her, or are her breasts getting larger and more sensitive? 4763 word story with forced lactation, breast inflation, hyper-sensitivity, and bondage. Adults only! All characters over 18.
Calming down, she assessed her current condition. Her breasts weren't getting any bigger, but the pressure inside of them was still growing. It was starting to feel a bit painful now. Was there something filling them up inside? There was only one way to find out. Gingerly, she lifted her forearms up, and lightly squeezed the tips of her nipples.
Rocking her head back, she screamed at the sudden orgasmic feeling flowing through her. A thin trickle of white liquid squirted out, leaving a small trail flowing down her breasts, which in their hyper-sensitive state, tickled like mad. Hastily, she wiped it off the best she could, biting hard to endure the sensation.
"N-No way... it can't be..."
But it could. Her breasts were filling up with milk, threatening to burst out. Already, she could feel the pressure building up again. She had to relieve it, and the only way was to squeeze it out through her nipples. But just that brief instance of contact had been enough to rob her of all her senses and throw her into lustful, orgasmic fits. Would she be okay, trying to do this by herself?
She didn't have a choice. There was no one around that could help her, except for Travinsky. But this was a scenario of his devising, and she doubted he would let her off so easily. Gritting her teeth, she kneeled down, aware that she might not be able to keep her balance once she started squirting. Mentally, she prepared herself, then raised her hands up, and squeezed her nipples as hard as she could.
Screaming like a lunatic, she fell backwards against the floor, convulsing. The milk squirted out in droves, spilling over her fingers and tickling crazily against her breasts. An insane amount of pleasure was flowing through her body, causing her to arch her back and jerk her head from left to right, as if she would grind herself into the floor. She couldn't take it anymore. She had to let go before it really drove her mad.
Lying there, panting heavily, she soon became aware of the immense wetness between her thighs. Just the act of releasing her milk was giving her so much sexual pleasure. What if Travinsky was here, filling her up with his cock while he suckled and squeezed her tits, draining them of all their milky contents? The idea filled her with an incredibly lewd feeling. She would go mad for sure. But the promise of such intense pleasure almost makes it seem worth going crazy for.