Latte?

The magic stone follows your train of thought on her breasts, increasing the milk production as milk begins to forcefully spray from her tits.

She gasps in shock, “N-now whaaa-ooh!” but trails off in a moan as she held her hands over her nipples, trying to stop her milk jugs in vain with the milk making a mess of everything.

Like a light bulb turning on in your head, you realize what you can do and head off to the kitchen. After a minute or so, you brew up some homemade lattes, coming back a few times to get her freshly spewing milk into the measuring cup then returning to the kitchen, until finally you came back with the steamy latte. You offer her one, but she groans, and shakes her head, mumbling, “Could you please make these stop already!”

Here you are offering her latte and she could only think about her breasts. She acts like she has a stick up her ass… Oh. You wanted her to quite complaining and so her breasts immediately decrease to a trickle, though her breast have grown incredibly in size from all this, unable to keep up with the amount coming out and each now larger than her own head. You offer the latte to her again and she begrudgingly accepts.

She turns around, looking for a place to sit, the log up her ass immediately visible in her ass despite the pink one piece suit going over her ass, but the strip of pink material only covering like an inch of the many feet wide circular wood with asshole stretched around it. While you made the lattes, she’s been also trying to push the log out but to no avail as it refuse to leave her ass, even growing instead, pushing the underpart of her one piece suit down a foot or so but not going any further. Surprisingly, she gives up on looking of a seat and just sits on the part of the log sticking out of her like a stool.

Despite all the trouble she gone through so far, she eyes lighten up on sipping the latte and exclaims, “Hey, this is pretty good.” Since you have an opportunity to speak with her, maybe you can get to know her.