Get it out of my system

After an uncertain gulp, you assent with a nod, the slight pressure on your chest not entirely comfortable and keeping you acutely aware of your enlarged breasts.

"A little help it is, then," the Witch says, guiding you as you lean on her and lowering you toward the grass. "Just lay back, and relax. I'll take care of it for you, dear..." She lays you on your back, hands soothing you with gentle pets. You can feel your heart pounding against your buxom boobs as they heave with each breath you take.

"This may feel... odd. I'll do my best to make it easy." Her voice is soft, dark eyes on your chest as she peels away the milk-sodden costume there. You could feel it all along, but seeing your newly-swelled breasts exposed gives you a certain thrill. You watch as the Witch wraps her hand under one of them, while leaning in toward the other with her lips slightly parted. She gives you one dusky glance before she begins squeezing and suckling at the same time.

A mewling moan escapes your mouth as the sudden pleasure washes over you alongside a squirt of milk down your body. It runs between the Witch's fingers and into her warm mouth as she kneads and sucks. You arch your back on the ground, and wiggle against the grass as the unexpected ecstasy from her ministrations leaves you breathless.

You can feel her tongue lavishing your nipple, and then the other is rolled between her fingers to make you gasp again. She's nursing on your magic milk with measured movements, each suckle and squeeze sending a shiver down your spine. The erogenous effects of her work aren't mitigated in the slightest by your stifled moaning meows. You squirm to press your thighs together, dripping from more than your nipples.

The Witch doubles her efforts, one tightened grope sending a squirt of milk into the air over you both. Some leaks out past her glistening lips as well, and you can hear her panting as she laps it up. Her intensified work leaves you gripping the grass below you as you bite your lip to refrain from crying out. Soon you can feel her gulping down the steady stream of your lactation, the breast in her hand all slippery and sticky with it.

A gasping shudder evokes a quivering moan from your drooling mouth, and you're wracked with a sudden climax from the sensitivity of your nipples and her persistent attention to them. The Witch keeps her mouth locked to the one, gently licking as she rubs her hand over the other in sensuous motions. You're mewling as you come down from your orgasm, feeling the pressure in your chest ease with every passing moment.

She meets your eyes again, a sucking pop accompanying the removal of her lips from your nipple. You lay panting as she licks her messy fingers, and notice your breasts have returned to their normal size, or close enough.

"There we go, kitten... All better." The Witch smiles as she leans in to plant a kiss on your parted lips, creamy tongue giving you your own taste of your milk. "Rest, now... You'll be back to normal soon enough."

Exhausted from the ordeal, you find yourself succumbing to sleep, and drift off in the Witch's arms. When you awake, you're in your own bed, the events of Halloween night a vague memory. You're sure it had to be a dream, but for the aftertaste of sweet milk on your tongue...