Just Barely

"Wait..." you manage to croak out as you reach up to take hold of Parisa by the shoulders and push her back just enough so that you can gaze up at her face, "Why this? Why now?"

Parisa grunts in annoyance, thrusting her chest forward again as the deliciously distracting smell grows in intensity again. "Why not?" she replies, "I want to give you a nice, delicious gift."

"Delicious"? That is an odd choice of words.

Then you realize what the smell is as memories of the time you walked into Parisa's dream flashes through your mind and you suddenly notice Parisa's boobs have noticeably grown a cup size (which cannot be comfortable with that shirt and bra straining against them). It is the scent of breast milk and it seems Parisa wants to give you a nice big drink.

Somehow, given her sudden and inexplicable insistence, that seems a bad idea. It then becomes a seemingly especially bad idea as you notice that her eyes have turned from their normal green color to a very rich purple, a wide-eyed desperation in them as she struggles against your pushing. That cannot be natural and you are not sure what is causing it, as you do not feel the tell-tale energies of active magic flowing around her.

"I'm... flattered but not very thirsty right now," you say, "So maybe--"

"Clothus Evaporus!"

Now you do feel a surge of magic as there is a soft popping noise and suddenly Parisa's shirt and bra have literally vanished in a puff of smoke. Her now exposed breasts are big and full with a few small freckles dotting her skin, and her nipples are huge, hard, pink nubs that are all but leaking milk as the enticing scent grows stronger with nothing in the way of it. You are caught off guard by the unexpected nudity and thus Parisa is able to slip out of your grip and lean forward again, mashing those breasts against your face once more.

Her skin is warm and inviting, and your body tingles with each puff of air you take through your nose as you slam your lips shut and feel the hard peek of her tit rub against them. "Come oooooon," she all but whines as she tries to **** it into your mouth, "Driiiink."

You have to do something and suddenly an idea strikes you as you try to relax your eyes... and see a very large series of lifelines across her breasts. Redoubling your efforts, you push her back again. This time however, instead of grabbing her by the shoulders, you take hold of her breasts and before she can object you begin stroking your fingers along them in a kneading motion.

Caught off-guard, Parisa gasps at your touch. She lets out a distressed and yet pleasured moan as she tries to push forward again... but that only more readily offers more of her chest to your hands and giving you easier access to her lifelines on them. Your hips begin to rock lightly, taking control of the pace that Parisa had been trying to work at where your crotches meet. This draws another cry from Parisa as she groans, "No faaaaiiiir. Supposed to driiiink."

As you keep rubbing her tit flesh, you start to feel something else aside from the stimulation of the two of you dry humping each other. Your fingertips tingle, as if some strange energy were just beneath Parisa's warm skin but you do not feel any spell at play. Still, you are certain there is something in those breasts (or at least the milk in them) you do not in your body. You also know that you cannot continue this forever... especially since your refusal to partake is having the side-effect of making Parisa's breasts continue to slowly swell larger and larger.

She started off a more than decent size but now she is getting to the point that keeping a grip on them is hard as they slowly exceed your capacity to hold onto them, the flesh almost appearing to be spilling out around your fingers as her nipples are now easily the size of your entire palm. If she manages to break your hold again, you have no doubt she will be able to smother you enough that you will be **** to open your mouth and take one of those huge nipples into it.

You look around for some idea of what to do next until you catch sight of your new familiar, who is sitting up on the little mini-couch and watching the two of you intently. Noticing your gaze, Tara smirks at you and then begins... grabbing the bottom of her own breasts and lifting them up and down? On top of that, she then purses her lips together in a way to mimic the action of suckling. You start growling at the thought that she is somehow mocking you but stop as a realization hits.

Despite the fact you are finding the stimulation at your crotches harder to ignore, you try to do a quick mental calculation on if it is physically possible... and then shift the weight of your hips so that you can rub the tip of the bulge in your pants against where Parisa's panties are almost wedged up into her slit. She cries out again and, as she does so, you change your grip on her breasts from palming them to gripping the undersides. With your new leverage, you push upwards and her eyes widen as she suddenly finds both of her own nipples being shoved into her mouth.

You had always heard girls with big enough breasts could suck on their own tits if they wanted to. While you are not sure if Parisa could normally pull it off, whatever is making her so... milky has inflated her boobs to a size even Harmony or Viki would not be able to compete with. Shaking off the stray thought of making one or both of them give it a try the next time you are together with one of them, you focus on the moment and watch as the shocked Parisa reflexively sucks in a mouthful of her own milk.

Her throat bobs once and then she freezes, her now-lavender eyes glazing over for a moment before she slurps again, drinking in more of her own lactation. This causes her irises to turn a deeper purple and then the color begins spreading out to her sclera and leaking into her retina. You feel her breasts start shrinking as she gulps down more and more milk hungrily but now her eyes are a pure dark purple color and she seems to be able to do nothing else but continue sucking.

It is surprising how much she seems to be able to drink without getting full, her tits returning to a more manageable (but still larger than normal) size as they pop free of her mouth and she suddenly slides off of your lap, staggering backwards until the back of her legs hit her bed and she falls onto the mattress. You stand up as well, looking down at the incredible sight of Parisa on her back, shuddering and gasping as her tits heave up and down with her breaths. Her legs are spread wide and her bunched up skirt gives you a clear view of her blue-and-white stripped panties, which are also bunched up enough that her lower lips peak out from each side.

"What the hell were you trying to do?" you growl.

"Nnnngh..." is all Parisa can manage as she looks up at nothing in particular, leaving you with the impression that whatever magic is in play (which you still can't sense for some reason), has short circuited her mind for the moment.

You bite your lower lip, unsure of what to do now as your still racing hormones fog your mind and plant images of what kinds of payback you could visit upon her body while she is like this. On the other hand, you still have enough virtue to wonder if maybe this is not a temporary thing and instead of going for a **** screw, you should try to hunt down medical attention... and hopefully be able to explain what just happened in a way that does not sound TOO horrible.