Lessia wants to talk about babies

When you move over to check on Alice and Lessia you find that your blonde catgirl has wrapped her legs around Lessia's waist, undone the top of her dress and is now stroking Lessia's bare breasts while purring and rubbing her head against the princess' neck. For her part Lessia is leaning back against Alice, watching what you're up to.

"Mmmm, I've been wondering what human milk would taste like," Alice murmurs. "Maybe you could help me with that?"

You're not sure if she's talking to you or Lessia, but the princess closes her eyes and bites her lip at the comment. "Y-yes. I did say I wanted to help, didn't I?"

You place a hand on her chest, right between her breasts. "So... do you want anything else? Bigger? Firmer? More sensitive? I really shouldn't give you the changes I made to Renee, some other mage might check you and..."

"Oh, no, no. I don't think I need to make that much milk. And you're right, someone might check and hold it over us. But... ", she bites her lip again in that incredibly sexy way, "as for the other things... I don't know."

Alice purrs heartily against Lessia's neck and rubs her fingers against the undersides of Lessia's breasts. The princess' shoulders loosen and she whispers "Surprise me."

Well, that was unexpected. But you're not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Alice's red eyed crinkle around the edges as she smiles. Voice dripping with lewdness Alice asks "Oh John, what ever are you going to do with these royal teats? Are you going to make Lessia buy a whole new wardrobe to fit her bigger bosom? Make her so firm she never needs a bra? Or so sensitive that only silk... and fur feel good against her skin?"

Lessia reddens and lets out an inarticulate squeak. You make the changes you had in mind and withdraw your magic tendrils from her body, leaving a tingling sensation.

"What did you do?" asks Lessia, her voice all honeyed horniness with an undercurrent of worry.

"I thought you wanted a surprise?" you ask, before giving her a smile and an explanation. "Don't worry, I was quite subtle. You'll start making milk by the end of the week, just like Bethany. Your breasts will probably grow just a little, but I didn't push for that. They'll get more sensitive, certainly, just like those of any woman who can breastfeed. The only thing I did alter was to make sure they're nice and firm. My guess is that you've worn corsets or tight wraps ever since they started to develop, right?"

"Yes, it was how we were brought up."

"As you might expect, that does make your breasts a little 'weaker', since they've never had to support themselves. So I undid that. By the end of the week your breasts will act as if you'd worn only loose fabric and done acrobatics every day ever since puberty."

"Oh!" Lessia takes a few moments to process that. Then a smile spreads across her face. "Just like some of those girls in traveling circuses!"

"More or less, though I can't say that I have direct experience of what their chests might be like."

"Or like catgirls," says Lessia. "I would imagine most catgirls don't wear corsets."

"Maybe some of the fun ones do," purrs Alice.

"You don't even need a corset!", says Lessia. "Look at your waist. I can wrap my hands around your waist and touch my thumbs and fingers together."

"No need to be jealous," Alice replies. "And your waist is rather nice too."

"Not as nice as yours."

"Well, it sounds like you've got something else you can ask our husband for. Maybe a tight, concave tummy for your birthday? Something to make every noblewoman jealous?"

Lessia gets quiet, her blush deepens a little, but she doesn't shoot the idea down. Instead she redirects the conversation to Alice. "I think we need to talk about your chest first, my dear wife."

"Yes, good idea. Do you think I'd look better with bigger boobs?"

"Well that's up to you," Lessia replies, but she sinks back against Alice, pressing her spine against Alice's chest.

Alice looks up at you and says "I want it all."

"That doesn't help me," you say, giving her some ear scratches. "Spell it out, my love. You teased Lessia something fierce, so tell us exactly what you want and why you want it."

"Oh, yes, right there. Mmmmm. Okay, here's what I want. I want breasts as big as Yvonne. I've always wanted a bigger chest, so if you're offering that I'll take it. If I'm going big I sure don't want to be saggy. So firm me up. And I think I already mentioned I wanted more sensitive tits. I want that most of all - even if I did have to wear only silk against my breasts. Oh, and I want that thing you did to Renee - no sense doing all that and not feeding all the babies I can! Can you do all that for me, or do I have to pick and choose?"

"I can do that. You're going to feel weak again for a while with all those changes." You suppose the desire for bigger boobs is probably one of those leftovers from Alice's old personality. She only had B cups as a result of Sandra's sexy meddling. As a human girl she would have grown up with just A cups and probably always felt undersized compared to other girls from her town. To make her life easier you also add more strengthening to her spine. Since she's already the catgirl you've modified most you decide to make her ears just a little more sensitive while you're at it - kind of like what you did with Sandra. She's already proved herself to be a sex fiend, so why not?

"That's a small price. How long will it take?"

"A few weeks for the changes to set in."

"I mean, how much time do you need to make it happen?"

"I did it while you were asking those questions."

Alice grins from ear to ear.

Lessia turns far enough to get her arm around Alice and says "I know why John was willing to make you bigger. In a week he is going to want to see what you look like in your wedding dress."

"Oh, yes! I'm going to be spilling out of that dress," Alice says. She locks her eyes on you, the red irises flashing. "I'll give you such a show, I promise."

You laugh and shake your head.

"Um... There is something else as well," says Lessia.

"Oh?"

"Yes. I've been worrying. You know by now that I am a natural born worrier."

"Even when there's nothing to worry about," says Alice, pulling Lessia in for a cuddle.

"I know. But... Alright. John, you said a little while ago that there is a **** shortage of catgirls in this world. You are right, and I do want to see lots of catgirls born. I want you to make many lovely babies with all our wives. Not only because I know we will all take care of them, but also because it will make our wives a fine example for all the other catgirls to follow."

She sighs and sucks in another breath. "My problem is... well, I cannot help with that. I always thought that my husband would probably want me to have three or four babies. I am close enough to the line of succession that any husband would likely want that. But I cannot birth as many children as our wives. Nor should I. We do not need twenty human babies, we just need a few."

"Unless you want more than a few. Money is not really an issue for us, but I imagine the nobility would start to talk if you had ten children, for example."

"Yes, exactly."

"Why the hell is it any of their business?" asks Alice.

"It is not," Lessia replies with a sigh. "However that would not stop them making comments. It also may make them take a closer look at our marriage, which is something I desperately want to avoid." She kisses Alice and adds "I do not want to risk losing all this."

Lessia sighs and continues. "All of this would be fine, but I do want to help. It makes me feel like a third wheel. I do want to see you father many children on our wives. Yet at the same time I do not want to have a massive family in a misguided attempt to keep up with them. Yet, on the third hand, I know I will feel left out if all our wives are giving you dozens of cute kittens and I am sitting here like a lump." Her knuckles whiten as she continues. "There is more. Many of the women in my family have issues with giving birth, particularly their first few children. My aunt was in labor for almost a full day when she gave birth to my cousin, and he was her second child. Even if I did want a large family I am quite scared of the effect even a few births will have on me."

"You're married to a man who just made my tits bigger with his mind," says Alice. "I think there just might be a way to get you what you want."

You feel a hand on your shoulder and Sandra chimes in. "Yes, just leave it to our husband. I'm sure there's something he can do for you."

Lessia blinks back a tear and smiles. Alice nibbles the princess' ear and hauls her backward onto the bed. "See? You worry too much. Princess, you need seven catgirl wives and a magical husband just to take your mind off things. Sandra, want to give me a hand? I've already got her arms pinned."

"Oh, I'm feeling a little weak right now," says Sandra, "but don't worry. Bethany and Helena just heard you."

"Oh no, you're going to ravage me again!" cries Lessia, but she's giggling.

"What's ravaging?" asks Bethany.

"Here, I'll show you," says Helena, pushing Lessia's knees apart. As you watch your wives seeing to Lessia's needs Sandra presses her body against your side and whispers something in your ear.